<?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-6075883768246917922</id><updated>2011-10-06T20:22:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy girls are the prettiest - audrey hepburn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4198870776094658521</id><published>2009-12-17T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:04:54.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://ohfugg.tumblr.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;See you there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4198870776094658521?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4198870776094658521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpohfuggtumblrcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4198870776094658521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4198870776094658521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpohfuggtumblrcom.html' title='http://ohfugg.tumblr.com/'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4664264634145749081</id><published>2009-12-14T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:22:50.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how my parents treated me after the exams. What's wrong with going home late? You didn't really say much in the past. What's wrong with you guys now? Last week, I already stayed home for a week, not even stepping out of the house, unless there's school. C'mon it's holiday now, I should have my fun now. And it's not like I never come home. Fuck. The way you all picking on me makes me don't even feel like coming home. I HATE HOME! I HATE MY PARENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you won't get to see me this week until night comes! This is for making me ANGRYYYYY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGGGRRRRR! I'M SO ANGRY THAT I COULD STAB ANYONE WHO PISS ME OFF NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4664264634145749081?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4664264634145749081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/opposite-of-love-i-have-found-is-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4664264634145749081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4664264634145749081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/opposite-of-love-i-have-found-is-not.html' title='The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6577716594344960060</id><published>2009-12-11T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:46:24.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a break for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY to ICA is over for now! *throw books into the air* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOLIDAY IS HERE! &amp;amp;3 weeks is seriously not enough! I wish holidays are foreverrrrrr! I don't want to go back school to see my results. As I predict majority of the papers will have lousy scores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I can let you laugh at how I answered to this particular question I had in my exam paper today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn: What's cost shift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave up and answered "It is the shifting of the cost." (this is my answer for a 5 mark qn. 1 word 1 mark. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wtf. I think my lect will laugh his ass off. Or be so annoyed, as it may probably mean I didn't listen in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After our e-comm paper headed to cathay to eat Aston! Cancelled our initial steamboat plan :( cuz left 1 hr to eat, so it's not really worth it. After that, we went to take neoprints at cine. Finally the 8 of us took neoprint together. It's quite hard for the 8 of us to go out together. So it was one of the rare chance :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11155_198015734260_597499260_312297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/11155_198015734260_597499260_312297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked around FEP. Restricted myself to spend a single cent at there. &amp;amp;i succeeded! About 5plus, left me, gen, yanping and murray. So we headed to starbuck! I had my ice berry with lots of sugar syrup! Balls of laughter over there. I think I triggered all the laughters, by being lame &amp;amp;silly. haha! Now I know my first impression is I don't look like a lame person. People normally come to a surprise when they know how lame I can be :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night was meeting CC minus AFFF. But first was with Rapig Timberlake. Because the rest were in school. &amp;amp;i'm sorry I think I was a bit too much in joking about Rapig's new hairstyle. After that, for some reason, I felt a bit bad. (FYI, trying to change myself to be a nicer person, nicer friend, and a nicer angel.) While walking, I saw this red crumpler which is sort of love at first sight. But I really took damn long to decide whether to buy it or not. In the end, I still bought it. So much so for controlling myself, and spending at Japan instead. Nvm, that shall be an early xmas present for myself! :') (self-console)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest reached at about 9pm. Had wanton mee, I think can count as supper already. Where I realised AH TOON TAN stick his stupid chewing gum on my plastic bag! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ THIS ANSTON TAN!: YOU'RE SO FUGGING DISGUSTING ANSTON TAN PUBOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PFFFFFFT! I should have given you my 2 fire punches! Made you like a panda. I know Serene will still love you, even if you transform into a panda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish money wasn't everything, too bad it is (in my opinion). Honestly, I feel quite heart pain when I bought that bag. On the other hand, if I don't buy, I know I will keep thinking about it, till the extend I may not be able to sleep (for real okay, I've got this sick habit). Nvm, I go deposit my savings. Oh ya, this also means I can't get Selphy any sooner. SIGH! My 2009 scrapbook is not even half done yet. &amp;amp;2010 is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6577716594344960060?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6577716594344960060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-break-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6577716594344960060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6577716594344960060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-break-for-everything.html' title='I need a break for everything.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5037820240661405689</id><published>2009-12-10T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:40:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-/+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop brooding about the finance paper(hope I won't fail badly). And start studying for my e-comm paper! Tomorrow after 12.15pm, and it spells h-o-l-i-d-a-y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5037820240661405689?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5037820240661405689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5037820240661405689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5037820240661405689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_10.html' title='-/+'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2359004099897275445</id><published>2009-12-10T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:35:49.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After financial paper earlier on. It dawned on me that I should really change the way how I study. And to listen in class when school starts again next year. &amp;amp;not be so confident of thinking that I would understand it even if I self-study. Of all the paper, I'm so not confident of this paper. I think I may even fail this paper. I hope they lost my paper or don't return to me. I'm not looking forward to receiving that paper. BIG sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best &lt;/em&gt;part is, it's not really good to be in same sch as your dad. If you're not smart enough. When you fail a paper, it throws your dad's face only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told AFFF, about today's paper few seconds ago. I was choked with tears. But what's the point of crying over spilled milk right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, not in best mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2359004099897275445?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2359004099897275445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2359004099897275445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2359004099897275445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4095575702526465802</id><published>2009-12-08T18:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:21:44.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because you're unique, does not mean you're useful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess watch really died on me today. Remember my last post? (If no, please scroll down for previous post). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think my Guess heard what I had to say. She was so upset, that she decided to die on me. But I'll just change the battery, Guess is not even a year old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can strike out law in my "Exams to go" list. Fugg sia, the things all I studied, like really memorise, all came out in MCQ. But luckily MCQ + true/false 40m. I checked with wj she got 6 true and 4 false. Something to be relieved, at least maybe on the right track. &amp;amp;hopefully my essays can get some marks. You know ah, all the essay questions is either I don't know at all, or know half of it. Wtf right. Hopefully can pass. Got 60 plus, I'll be damn happy already. &amp;amp;luckily I didn't study forget what chap regarding FOB and CIF. That chap got so many points to remember. In the end not even a question about it. Phew. Never waste my time and energy and brain cells on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I was thinking, since xmas is just around the corner. I hope my lecturers will be nice and gives me alot alot of marks for my papers. It's season of giving, so should &lt;strong&gt;give&lt;/strong&gt; us lots of marks or lots of ticks instead :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4095575702526465802?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4095575702526465802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-because-youre-unique-does-not-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4095575702526465802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4095575702526465802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-because-youre-unique-does-not-mean.html' title='Just because you&apos;re unique, does not mean you&apos;re useful.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-343379928604823602</id><published>2009-12-07T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:10:43.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You change for two reasons: either you learn enough that you want to, or you've been hurt enough that you have to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. So not confident for statistic paper, cuz a bit mistake here and there! Anyway it's done. I shan't brood about it. 25% only. I guess prac and my ICA 2 will pull up my stats. But kns, 4 credit units! Anyway stats paper was the most humorous paper I've taken so far. So chaotic, books thrown around. Funny situation. Can't elaborate further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPM was okay. I was able to do majority of the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now need to mug law, after my dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;GAMBATTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=w780_gld_a0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/w780_gld_a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=w772_wht_a0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/w772_wht_a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=w772_pxfx_a0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/w772_pxfx_a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty pretty watches from coach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st watch looks elegant, cuz it's golden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd watch, the watch face design is very hip and cool. Strap is white. Easy to match with anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd watch looks nice and simple. But in my opinion, seems like it is more towards casual, &amp;amp;very girlish as well, due to the colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully can get a Coach watch if my Guess watch dies on me. But I still love you, Guess (my guess' watch name, cuz I don't know what name to give her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-343379928604823602?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/343379928604823602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-change-for-two-reasons-either-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/343379928604823602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/343379928604823602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-change-for-two-reasons-either-you.html' title='You change for two reasons: either you learn enough that you want to, or you&apos;ve been hurt enough that you have to.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2689116611481888456</id><published>2009-12-06T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:38:08.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumyum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxqLb908ytI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_4yfbC9_DGg/s1600-h/tumblr_ku4q3xvECD1qzz3tno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411791214808451794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxqLb908ytI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_4yfbC9_DGg/s400/tumblr_ku4q3xvECD1qzz3tno1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sudden urge of eating ice cream, when I saw this picture. Guess I've made you hungry too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;I'm still at motivation, but done with Maslow Hierarchy Theory. My progress is so fugging slow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You need to stay focus, Angel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxqLb908ytI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_4yfbC9_DGg/s1600-h/tumblr_ku4q3xvECD1qzz3tno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2689116611481888456?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2689116611481888456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-underagethinkingg-theres-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2689116611481888456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2689116611481888456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-underagethinkingg-theres-sudden.html' title='Yumyum'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxqLb908ytI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_4yfbC9_DGg/s72-c/tumblr_ku4q3xvECD1qzz3tno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7433980542397968469</id><published>2009-12-05T19:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:56:16.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes can be bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks from now, I'll be flying to hokkaido. Excited much :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyway, guess that I'll be staying at home till friday, just to mug. Oh, minus the part where I've to go sch to sit for exams. After that, it'll be the long waited holidays! &amp;amp;my schedule is pretty pack. Sigh, hopefully can put in time for my secondary sch friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the day where Didi bestfriend will no longer be my neighbour anymore, she's shifting. Now I've to take bus to visit her. Do remind me, you have shifted. Cuz I'm so afraid it'll slip off my mind, &amp;amp;I'll go to your old home. We will be bestfriends still ya? Btw, thanks for keeping me updates of your life everytime. Such small stuffs, do makes me feel that I'm like one of your impt friend still :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxpjsphvyRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mAYpx2B2DCc/s1600-h/Shorts_Movie_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411747520951863570" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxpjsphvyRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mAYpx2B2DCc/s400/Shorts_Movie_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I watched this *points above* this afternoon, after studying MPM's communication. Studying motivation now. Maybe after studying Motivation, I can motivate myself to study. haha&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/6075883768246917922-7433980542397968469?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7433980542397968469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbyes-can-be-bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7433980542397968469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7433980542397968469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbyes-can-be-bittersweet.html' title='Goodbyes can be bittersweet.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxpjsphvyRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mAYpx2B2DCc/s72-c/Shorts_Movie_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6638049811144843768</id><published>2009-12-03T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:55:58.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob (to Bella)- "I will be there until your heart stops beating".</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did. Ah yea, watched New Moon with Julien, Sivien, Sage &amp;amp;Isaac @vivo. I think it was even better than twilight. Though some say it's too draggy. I thought it was just nice. Because there are 2 hot guys in the movie! Edward &amp;amp;Jacob. haha! I couldn't stop swooning at both of them, but Edward stood out abit more. Kirsten Stewart aka "Bella" is super fortunate to have 2 really attractive guys who love her. Can choose. Unlike me, there's not even one for me to choose. LOLOLOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But during the show, I said something mean about Edward's body. (I'm so sorry to Robert Pattinson &amp;amp;his fans). Inside joke. Too embarass to say out. "***, *** ****** ****** ** *****" Censored. Try decoding it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, do look out for Dakota Fanning in the movie. She looked so grown up now. I couldn't even recognise her at first look. &amp;amp;somehow, I think I got a fetish for vampires. I wonder if it's a good or bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I should spend my time reading on Twilight &amp;amp;New Moon (I know majority have already read finish like 81297912874124years ago. It's not that I'm WOLS, just that I'm not fast enough. haha). But I guess I shall leave the reading after ICA? Hopefully a week later, I still have the motivation to read them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnzjURr1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H00E_FfwUuQ/s1600-h/nmedward3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048350148570962" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnzjURr1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H00E_FfwUuQ/s400/nmedward3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnzVO0NrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dWMTntxLKlM/s1600-h/nmbella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048346367571634" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnzVO0NrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dWMTntxLKlM/s400/nmbella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnyKSbENI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1zLGT9E3fnY/s1600-h/newmoon_movieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048326250041554" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnyKSbENI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1zLGT9E3fnY/s400/newmoon_movieposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnyXrhckI/AAAAAAAAAJI/I40Pir0cgOs/s1600-h/newmoon_movieposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048329844978242" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnyXrhckI/AAAAAAAAAJI/I40Pir0cgOs/s400/newmoon_movieposter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Sxfny-Ic69I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dXKMi23lKzk/s1600-h/New-Moon-Movie-Poster-girls-of-the-volturi-5459060-600-818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048340166863826" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Sxfny-Ic69I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dXKMi23lKzk/s400/New-Moon-Movie-Poster-girls-of-the-volturi-5459060-600-818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfrljgJ0cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RAdzYne3A6o/s1600-h/twilight_saga_new_moon_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411052507726729666" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfrljgJ0cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RAdzYne3A6o/s400/twilight_saga_new_moon_ver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Last but not least, Edward last sentence to Bella in the movie was "Marry me". OMG! Seriously, my heart instantly melted. So sweet right! I like the way how Edward treats Bella, minus the part where he so called ditch her (he thought he could protect her more in this way. &amp;amp;not because he doesn't love her anymore). But it was cruel to see him walk out of Bella's life for awhile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Go catch it! For now, I shall go catch some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6638049811144843768?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6638049811144843768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/jacob-to-bella-i-will-be-there-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6638049811144843768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6638049811144843768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/jacob-to-bella-i-will-be-there-until.html' title='Jacob (to Bella)- &quot;I will be there until your heart stops beating&quot;.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxfnzjURr1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/H00E_FfwUuQ/s72-c/nmedward3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-8112277829219930850</id><published>2009-12-02T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:31:29.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01585e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/DSC01585e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for ICA to be over. 2 practical tests tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watching New Moon with Sivien &amp;amp;Julien tomorrow after school. A break for me, before I recharged and &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt; for ICA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today law lesson was abit interesting than other days. Maybe cuz class was smaller, less noisier, said many craps.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;sorry Liern! In the end, never study with you. Cuz I was kind of worried for stats practical. Friday yea! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-8112277829219930850?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8112277829219930850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-never-hurts-to-keep-looking-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8112277829219930850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8112277829219930850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-never-hurts-to-keep-looking-for.html' title='It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-1356924899694977649</id><published>2009-12-02T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:40:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down. 4 more to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with Lab 1. 4 more labs to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in sch lib with Asyraf and Ming! Mummy &amp;amp;Daddy duck! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-1356924899694977649?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1356924899694977649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-down-4-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/1356924899694977649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/1356924899694977649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-down-4-more-to-go.html' title='1 down. 4 more to go.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6807817510173845891</id><published>2009-11-30T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:01:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One thing you should know is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Though I'm a girl, that doesn't mean I am craving for BIG boobs. Or jealous of other girls having BIG boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Fuck guys who thinks all girls love having BIG boobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6807817510173845891?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6807817510173845891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6807817510173845891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6807817510173845891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_30.html' title='-'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3650769320148354029</id><published>2009-11-29T14:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:43:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my colour extension which is so not obvious. But luckily it cost me 1 buck only. Going to put a few more colour ones later on :D So fun and addictive! Should try more stuffs before I turn 20 in less than 2 years time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0757ee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0757ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;say hello to my new vans! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0771e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0771e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I've got 2 vans! But this pair is way more expensive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, a hole in my pocket now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had mugging session @town with Julien &amp;amp;Sivien!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now got to go town again to mug with Liern! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-3650769320148354029?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3650769320148354029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-underagethinkingg-check-out-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3650769320148354029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3650769320148354029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-underagethinkingg-check-out-my.html' title='Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-804728590464702136</id><published>2009-11-28T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:55:26.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from the mistakes of others, because you can't live long enough to make them all yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I officially announced I have wasted 1 out of 3 days of the long weekend. Never mug at all yesterday. What I did was watching Raging Phoenix. Which I must say is really good. I love fighting genre movie, produce from thailand. They're the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408855044489277106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxAdAXBc7rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dGSegoI44yg/s400/raging_phoenix_poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Even the poster is so coolzxzx! If I've got a slimmer face, I won't mind cutting her hairstyle. But the thing is, I think I looked super retarded with short hair. Anyway, you all won't see me in short hair anytime soon. I'm soooo determined to grow long hair this time round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Headed to vivo at night, by right to visit my dental. However, apparently, it was closed. Don't know if my dad heard the date wrongly, or the person over the phone told my dad the wrong date. Waste my time only. Anyway, I bought my 2010 schedule book already! Woohoo! It's elmo once again! So used to having elmo schedule book, till the extend if you were to ask me to use a mickey mouse schedule book, I'll feel so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What I did after I came home? Replied E's email, which always took hours for some reason. &amp;amp;paint my toe nails. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I feel so sucky now! Cuz I never really touch my notes today. But tomorrow heading to town to mug with Julien &amp;amp;Sivien. Probably will go trim my eyebrow after the mugging session, go cotton-on to see see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&amp;amp;go find more leggings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Alright, morning, it's saturday!&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/6075883768246917922-804728590464702136?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/804728590464702136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/learn-from-mistakes-of-others-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/804728590464702136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/804728590464702136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/learn-from-mistakes-of-others-because.html' title='Learn from the mistakes of others, because you can&apos;t live long enough to make them all yourself.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SxAdAXBc7rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dGSegoI44yg/s72-c/raging_phoenix_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-168836088696930737</id><published>2009-11-27T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:58:29.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory is ours! Whooooooshhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friends and I did something proud for SMA! Not in academic way. Instead, we cheered our way through champion! Hell yeah! Our cheer will be made known throughout the whole SP, will be used during all IVP games, will be hand down to generations and generations. Awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we didn't think we could get 1st. Figure that many thought we wouldn't make it to top 3. Because, for all the rehearsals we were so unprepared, never once given a full and proper performance, until yesterday, the actual one. &amp;amp;anyway, our first aim was to have fun and get wild while cheering. Second aim, don't get last in the final can already. So when the emcees, announced that we were first. It came as a shock. haha! But we were all high after that, hugging and high 5-ing each other! &amp;amp;performed our cheer one more time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;you know what, after we performed our cheer for the judges. In my heart, I wish we can get first, so that we can perform again. As thick skin as it may sound, I think our cheer was fantabulous + awesome *inserts any good adjectives here* to the max! On the other hand, I was mentally prepared if we didn't get first. Anyway, my wish came true :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay 450 capitaland vouchers! We're going out to celebrate together one day after ICA&amp;amp;MST! &amp;amp;I think we should invite those who participated during the audition as well. Because not for them, we won't get into the final. &amp;amp;Not for us, we won't get first :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SPCHEER.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/SPCHEER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMA BIG SPLASH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*HAK HAK BBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHHOOSOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSHHH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-168836088696930737?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/168836088696930737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/victory-is-ours-whooooooshhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/168836088696930737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/168836088696930737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/victory-is-ours-whooooooshhhhhhhhh.html' title='Victory is ours! Whooooooshhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5717730774302319864</id><published>2009-11-25T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:20:06.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You tried, and you failed, so the lesson is, never try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! SP Cheer competition is tomorrow! More or less I'm ready for it. Pardon me, if any wrong moves from me tomorrow. I tend to get stage fright. However, no worries, yours truly shall do her best :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekends ahead! Sad to say, unfortunately, I supposed it will be wisely spend by me in mugging. Right, Angel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee! Project, 1 down. Left 1 more for this term. &amp;amp;need to complete it before I sleep tonight. If I don't complete, I shall bid goodbye to sleeping tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's movie marathon tomorrow. I'm thinking if I should stay anot. Kind of half-hearted in attending this event for now. Firstly, cuz I'm falling ill. I don't want to be sick neither sooner or later nor in between sooner &amp;amp;later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sooner- revision period, if take medicine, sleep, how to study?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;In between of sooner and later - Sick how to study?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Later- I want to go holiday hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Secondly, seems like majority of them will not be staying over, cuz next day is hari raya haji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sigh, shall see how tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408060627426367330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Sw1KfM2GV2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/eO1zemMxDws/s400/4google.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I didn't know about this cool google website. Seriously, cool yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1 more month to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt;! I'm sooooo excited for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt;! A season of hopes!&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/6075883768246917922-5717730774302319864?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5717730774302319864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-tried-and-you-failed-so-lesson-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5717730774302319864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5717730774302319864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-tried-and-you-failed-so-lesson-is.html' title='You tried, and you failed, so the lesson is, never try.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Sw1KfM2GV2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/eO1zemMxDws/s72-c/4google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2568008029580026392</id><published>2009-11-24T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:59:54.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrow money from pessimists - they don't expect it back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a positive attitude towards SP cheer competition now. For all I know is we won't make a fool of ourselves, instead we're going to have lots of fun. Don't matter if we win or lose. But by some of the actions we are going to do, I doubt we'll win. However, maybe we'll leave the audience laughing. If they catch, what we're trying to potray. Happy &lt;em&gt;jiu hao&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-W-E-S-O-M-E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Awesome that's who we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Awesome that's what we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;that idiotic Eeka forever will have stuffs to comment in my fb, once he's connected to the world wide web. The best part is, nonsensical comments coming out from him! Anyway, can't wait for march. Abit anticipating for his return, &amp;amp;abit scared too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay got to buzz off now. So many stuffs to do. 2 projects due next week. 2 assignments due this sunday and next wed. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;2 practical test. I am especially worried for statistics prac. &amp;amp;ya, shall have intensive mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE TO MUGGGGGGGGGG! My past, present &amp;amp;future hobby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2568008029580026392?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2568008029580026392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/borrow-money-from-pessimists-they-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2568008029580026392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2568008029580026392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/borrow-money-from-pessimists-they-dont.html' title='Borrow money from pessimists - they don&apos;t expect it back.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-492270841856999789</id><published>2009-11-23T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:22:51.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just feel that 2nd home no longer feels like a 2nd home. It feels like I'm entering into some stranger's home. But I am very glad that today I was able to differenciate good old friends and "friends". (mind the " ")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was asked to help out to cheer for SMAC in SP cheer competition. During audition round, smac anyhow performed. In the end, we anyhow got into the final. Now we're &lt;em&gt;anyhow-ing&lt;/em&gt; to the finals. Bless us. Hope we won't make a fool of ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-492270841856999789?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/492270841856999789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-not-measured-by-breaths-we-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/492270841856999789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/492270841856999789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-not-measured-by-breaths-we-take.html' title='Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7055500903366174038</id><published>2009-11-22T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:53:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stupid fuckers, don't say bad things about people, as if you're damn good. It's not as if you're not annoying. Actual fact is you're fucking annoying to the max too. Hope I don't see that 2 bastards again. &lt;em&gt;Well done&lt;/em&gt;, in pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much,&lt;/em&gt; fuckers&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7055500903366174038?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7055500903366174038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7055500903366174038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7055500903366174038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3459964894834476311</id><published>2009-11-21T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:21:54.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared to fall in love, scared to fall fast, because everytime i fall in love.....it never seems to last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rare saturday. I stayed home for the whole day, minus the 1 hr, when I went for piano lesson. This normally won't happen, except for that saturday before ICA. Anyway was kind of lazy to go out, since it was raining. Hate raining days, cuz I am so damn lazy to carry an umbrella. Maybe if I have a spongebob umbrella, that'll be a different story. Spongebob does wonders in me. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing much. Only completed watching "Julie &amp;amp;Julia". Nice movie, makes me wanna cook! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So in 2 weeks, I watched 2 movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406606772204004610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SwggNsFw5QI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sRaAT0ePE5M/s400/b-girl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The girl in this movie, her nickname is "Angel"! So cool. I wish I have some dancing genes in me. I wonder how they learn breakdancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406604704099556802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SwgeVTzPXcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WS813wVKySc/s400/julie_and_julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yesterday, I played bowling with Circle Clique minus AFFF. &amp;amp;MMSP at night. I almost fell asleep at the talentime part. Kind of boring, except for the last contestant M5, with his acoustic version of Heartless. "How could you be so" "heartless". He won for the male category. Somehow predicted that he will win after he showcased his talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0751.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;You know like how Barney in HIMYM will say "Suit up". I shall say "Mask Up". Bahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Omgaaaaahhhhhhh, I have got the urge to shop! Stop me somebody!&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/6075883768246917922-3459964894834476311?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3459964894834476311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-scared-to-fall-in-love-scared-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3459964894834476311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3459964894834476311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-scared-to-fall-in-love-scared-to.html' title='I&apos;m scared to fall in love, scared to fall fast, because everytime i fall in love.....it never seems to last'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SwggNsFw5QI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sRaAT0ePE5M/s72-c/b-girl1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-545659904435796325</id><published>2009-11-19T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:52:31.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love will die if held too tightly, love will fly if held too lightly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after knowing something, my heart sank. Apparently, someone has got feeling for *ahem* again. Sigh. If not for those long e-mails, the call, asking me to check on his daddy. I would have given up hopes! I wish I have the ability to read his mind. I really miss all those morning calls he gave me every morning, which made me punctual for work. However, now, I must rely on my own. But I'm not sad, cuz I need to learn to be independent, &amp;amp;not rely on anyone. Late night calls. Photo Y2K, basketball, tap tap game @ arcades! The foods we shared together, &amp;amp;how you'll purposely piss me off by saying you want to order sotong, that sotong is yummy, when you knew I hate sotong!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I really miss those times. &amp;amp;all those moments with you inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm kind of scared that I will be disappointed with the high hopes which I am pinning on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I shall let nature takes it course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't believe I was nice to Fikry by buying a graph book for him. In return, he cannot disturb me for a week! Which I doubt he will remember that promise. &amp;amp;Julien gave me red packet. Yes, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang bao&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;dinner was with Siuyun &amp;amp;Ann chee @ westmall mos burger! Till now, I still feel full and fat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go study! I mean it! Got to go settle my CRS first! Hope I won't screw it up tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-545659904435796325?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/545659904435796325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-will-die-if-held-to-tightly-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/545659904435796325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/545659904435796325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-will-die-if-held-to-tightly-love.html' title='Love will die if held too tightly, love will fly if held too lightly.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-8258837746029609856</id><published>2009-11-18T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:02:53.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you're up to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of these 2 days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was stuck in T1A's lift together with Wenjia, Genuine, Yanping, Murray, Kenneth &amp;amp;Ilyas. Created many commotions. I laughed when I saw Genuine trying to pull open the lift's door. It was a good and new experience. I didn't get stuck in a lift before. But why after school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I helped Julien in her entreprenuer competition. She earned some profits. &amp;amp;I made my own cookie monster file for myself. Oh and I bought a spongebob kite from another stall! Weeeeee! My first kite. I was totally kidding the other time when I said it's going to be my first and last time flying kite. Cuz now it won't be that way! I must master the skill of flying kite. &amp;amp;hopefully my kite won't get snap! Please bless my spongebob kite. I shall name my kite BOB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I pwned Ahmad Fikry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Bahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-8258837746029609856?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8258837746029609856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-smiling-it-makes-people-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8258837746029609856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8258837746029609856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-smiling-it-makes-people-wonder.html' title='Keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you&apos;re up to.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2515668181547154163</id><published>2009-11-16T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:07:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear and you forget; see and you remember; do and you understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking skipped my gems class. Nothing great to boast about. But just feel like not attending. E was right, once I skip something, I will do it again in future. I skipped work once, &amp;amp;went to get a MC on purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law law law. You're such a bitch &lt;em&gt;lor&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had an impromptu outing to cityhall's citylink's starbuck to attend coffee seminar with Wenjia, Lilin, Amron &amp;amp;Reezal! Thought can drink those drinks on the menu! But nah, it was about teaching us how to appreciate coffee, how to taste coffee, what's good coffee etc. Anyway, we get a coupon for a cup of free Tall-size cup of starbuck. After the seminar, went to eat sushi, which was few stop away from starbuck. &amp;amp;we helped Lilin choose a pair of NUM's slippers! Wenjia was fast to see a pair of slippers which she fell in love immediately. Reached home late. &amp;amp;I didn't get to do what I wanted to do! Shall arrive home earlier tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2515668181547154163?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2515668181547154163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/hear-and-you-forget-see-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2515668181547154163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2515668181547154163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/hear-and-you-forget-see-and-you.html' title='Hear and you forget; see and you remember; do and you understand.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-9138246617958025412</id><published>2009-11-15T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:27.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to blog till now. Cuz yesterday wasn't home, till this morning. Yesterday, I had Nazis' outing! Met up a few of them first for movie. We caught My girlfriend is an agent. Funny sia! "Say Cheese". But I watched till I got a bit irritated. Sorry to be a spoiler. Fact is both of them (the couple) are secret agents, &amp;amp;they just refused to tell their true identity to each other, which caused some misunderstanding. Tell me, irritating anot? hahaha! Had frolicks after movieeee! YAYEEEEE! I damn miss eating frolick with my colourful flakes. Unfortunately, they don't give out badges for free like last time :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Mrt to cityhall to meet the rest. Had JustAcia for dinner! After eating, all of them were so hyped up with Tze Huan's Nerf guns. Went to spinelli, Yiwen treated us with Cookie &amp;amp;cream coffee blend and the mint coffee blend. I like the latter one! We got stucked at this push cart selling those brain-challenging-puzzle. We tried playing some puzzle, I gave up few minutes later. Cuz so difficult! &amp;amp;I forget all of the solutions already. We played at toys r us, we sang Spongebob Theme Song chinese version! &lt;em&gt;Hai Mian Bao Bao&lt;/em&gt;! We were having sooooooooo muchhhhhhhhh fun, till the toys r us had to send one of the worker to "take care of us". &lt;em&gt;I'm so touched&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, we left for arcade. I played my basketball. Just had the sudden urge to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 9.45pm, tgt with Nabeel, Justin &amp;amp;Gonzalez. Nabeel &amp;amp;I went back to SP for escapade. I think I didn't really regret helping out. It was quite fun, when I'm not on duty. Eyecandy was there. Wj was happy! hahaha! Ppl from my class all went to mac to see eyecandy. So united. I like! LOL! Electrico came to SP! All the O level kids were able to get high with their songs. I can't. Cuz I don't listen to their songs. Anyway my duty was something like escorting helpers or the o level kids home, right up till their doorstep. I felt like a nanny/bodyguard. My first trip was to east, with Shah. My second trip was to around north, west area with Chris, Dweeeeeee and Hirman. The second one was tiring, till I fell asleep. Fortunately, was able to catch the last bus to vivo, to join the rest. At vivo, watching daiko drummer performing. I remember Fikry did something really stupid, screaming and hide himself. "Bro, that's very uncool". LOLOLOL! See sunrise bla bla bla. Went back to sp. Thanks fikry for the cab ride. I was so super tired, that I can fall asleep anywhere! Reached home at around 8am plus, &amp;amp;fell asleep straight away, till 8pm plus. That was how tired I was. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was gross, cuz my dad came home like in the wee hour drunk. I fell asleep before he came home. But woke up by his heavily beer stench smell, which I was sure can wake a dead person up too. I left the room, and slept in the living room with my mummy. I hope he felt guilty seeing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-9138246617958025412?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/9138246617958025412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooner-you-fall-behind-more-time-youll_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/9138246617958025412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/9138246617958025412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooner-you-fall-behind-more-time-youll_15.html' title='The sooner you fall behind the more time you&apos;ll have to catch up.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4653210087849572286</id><published>2009-11-14T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:29:43.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To particular S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Few minutes ago, I came across this paragraph on this particular person's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403634999720238882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Sv2RZw4xXyI/AAAAAAAAAII/G3HuGc-King/s400/....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Is over now. What for you scold SMA committee! For goodness sake, we never suck your life up. (&amp;amp;wtf is SMA committee sucks my life up). Is you, yourself who made a big hoo-ha out of something small. Okay, maybe after reading your front post, partly our fault. But do you think humans are perfect? You think R has only one thing to do ah, which is to rmb you can't make it for the race, &amp;amp;oh he must remember to tell the rest. Ppl are busy okay. They have lots of events to settle and remember. &amp;amp;do you think that's easy. Please put yourself in other people's shoe. Do you think everyone is as free as you. To cry and then type out a whole huge chunk of how SMAC has let you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;please don't say until that we did something so wrong to you. Nobody needs you here. SMAC DON'T NEED YOU EITHER! Don't think too highly of yourself, as if you are Usain Bolt. Btw, we also don't need your trust too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4653210087849572286?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4653210087849572286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-particular-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4653210087849572286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4653210087849572286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-particular-s.html' title='To particular S.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Sv2RZw4xXyI/AAAAAAAAAII/G3HuGc-King/s72-c/....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6544097107210623498</id><published>2009-11-13T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:47:44.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended work 2 hours plus ago. &amp;amp;now both of my legs are aching badly. Today event was at SGH. Saw many smart people there, doctors, professors. It was Surgical Night. If not them, who else? Unfortunately, no good looking one, no eye candy. All of them are old enough to be my dad. I brought a daisy home! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;today I spent 70bucks minus 10cents on 2 party tanktops! Japan &amp;amp;korea. Now I've got 3 party tanktops, 6 pairs of havianas (one pair spoilt already), 3 vintage tee &amp;amp;1 snoopy jacket from NUM. Can you see how much I invested on NUM. I think I should stop splurging my moolahs in NUM. &amp;amp;invest in some other area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch @fc6 with Julien, Yiwen, Johnson and Matt the Garlic. Can't believe I saw weilun even at fc6! &amp;amp;his skin is damn thick! I shall be nice, and not post out what he said. If not, I think people will go whack him in school this coming mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I feel so stressed up that I haven't start revising. Especially law! Bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;OMFG! I just saw a cockroach in my room! At one of my box. At first I was thinking, why do I have a fake cockroach hanging around on my box. Cuz that cockroach very still. Next second, I turned smart magically, it was a REAL COCKROACH! I shouted for mummy lah. But we lost it. Now I live in fear..... fml! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6544097107210623498?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6544097107210623498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/hard-work-pays-off-in-future-laziness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6544097107210623498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6544097107210623498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/hard-work-pays-off-in-future-laziness.html' title='Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off now.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2897082271613630424</id><published>2009-11-12T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:49:28.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, can't believe I cried today, for a few seconds inside clubhouse.(it was the first and hopefully the last time!) I don't know what exactly triggered it. But the whole thing started cuz of my HURS bag's strap snapped. Called my dad to ask him to follow me to jp, but he can't cuz he had overtime. &amp;amp;I just felt upset. But that's not all of it. Anyway, I don't want to elaborate much. It's over. I'm feeling neutral now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYBODY IS SO "FINE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;But we are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes, we are hurt and bruised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;and nearly completely shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;And this, is not what one calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fine &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2897082271613630424?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2897082271613630424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-underagethinkingg-sigh-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2897082271613630424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2897082271613630424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-underagethinkingg-sigh-cant.html' title='-'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-8535616049878433237</id><published>2009-11-11T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:20:24.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall look back what I've done since last thurs till today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thurs- 05/11/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Had work after school. It was a fred perry event. All the ppl there are fashionista. I felt stressed when I had to serve them. But it was fast. I was wishing they could just eat up all the food. So we can end early. But some just refuse to eat. Oh, and I thought I saw David Gan. But nah, see wrongly. 40bucks!:)(take note of the smiley face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fri- 06/11/09:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Kind of bad day for me! I still remember I had to swallow 3 headache pills. My head was fugging pain! &amp;amp;i still went to Marriot with Julien, to get the contract sign. So ya, ADD will be @Marriot! Met Meiyin, Donn, Nicholas and their friend at FEP. To shop for Matt present. We walked the whole shopping centre. But damn hard to find Matt's present. Cuz we didn't know what we like. &amp;amp;Donn said "We give him ang bao lah". LOL! In the end, we settled with boxer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Went back to school, for Waves 14 circus. &amp;amp;I think by then I was like having fever(?). Julien asked me to drink 7-up with salt. I think drink will get kidney failure sia. LOL! But I felt better after drinking. Maybe can try that again in future:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves 14-circus was awesome ttm! Since I went last year one, of cuz it's natural I'll compare. I like both! But maybe in term of songs, I prefer last year one. Anyway overall, it was great. Had supper with Siuyun, Annchee and Leon brobro @ some batok prata shop. I had ice cream prata. Looked nice in the menu, and in real. But damn sinful I tell you. Oh, the teh cino was damn nice in that shop. Cuz alot of milk added. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0598.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0608.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat-07/11/09 (SAY LYNBURGER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julien, Chris, AFFF and I went out tgt! Firstly, had a cup of starbuck's peppermint mocha, I don't really like the taste. AFFF said it tasted like rendang. I think his tongue was faulty on that day, that shall explain it. Then we watched Astro Boy, as requested by AFFF! Quite touching, though it's cartoon. &amp;amp;we learnt to say LYNBURGER, instead of say cheese! We explored Ritz Carlton Hotel first floor only. My first time stepping inside a 6-star hotel. So anyway, we spent awhile inside the hotel. Before we left for flyer's popeye. On our way we saw a limousine! COOL OR WHAT?! I first time see a limousine, not in tv! I wonder who is inside. They must be laughing at us. Cuz we keep snapping pic of the limousine, as if we saw Britney Spears like that. At popeyes, was ball of laughter. Did a few retarded poses for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0613.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sun-08/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visited Yahhoon and Siuyun. One was busy with projects dueing soon, another one fell ill. Main motive was to celebrate their bday in advance. Okay it was a very simple celebration. Kind of &lt;em&gt;cui&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry. But glad that we had spent some time catching up! Can't wait to eat &lt;em&gt;zi char&lt;/em&gt; with you all next week! Love love!:D&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0654.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mon-09/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After school, celebrated Glenda and Matt's bday! It was a simple one. But I think they had lots of fun. Cuz it the thoughts that count what right. LOL! &amp;amp;it's my first time, I see the happy birthday wording on the cake was on fire. Hilarious scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0687.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues-10/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impromptu banner painting right before when I wanted to go. So stayed to help till 10pm. Paints all over my legs and hands. It's been long since I painted a banner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed-11/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SP SPORTS DAY! But before that, I went to have lunch with Liern! In the end, eat with Sivien, Shujun, Angela, Brandon etc. Brandon + Jeremias + Leon = balls of laughter. LOL! After lunch, I played basketball with Sivien till it started drizzle. So went back to clubhouse. Where we formed I-touch gang. Aiseh. I-touch ftw! Bahahaha! Attended sports day. Afff came to sch too, cuz he got off from the Horse thingy @kranji. Old horse meng meng! LOL! Cheered for my smac mates! Woohoo! 51points in the end. We came in fifth! Not bad, last year, is last or second last. Forget which one, but smac can't be so lousy, so should be second last. Received free Team SMAC jersey! Woohoo! Shall wear that to run this saturday morning (if I can wake up). &amp;amp;the curse is finally break! It didn't rain while the sports day was on. Unlike last 2 years. Finally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lesson was okay, just that my brain was kind of dead during lesson. I was able to hear what my teacher said, but I didn't have the energy to process what she said into my brain and do it. It was horrible. Guess I was wear out from those cheerings earlier on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I had dinner @ pastamania, like every other wednesday. However this time round, instead of me telling the person over the cashier what I always ordered. When I went up to the counter, he said "chicken sausage penne without pea". I replied huh to him. Cuz I was shocked. Guess, I've became one of their regular customer. After that, I went up again to order blueberry italian soda. &amp;amp;he didn't charged me, he said it was on the house. I was shocked too. Happy ah, can save $3.40. But after that, I realised I didn't say "thank you". I felt bad. Such a simple thing, kind of made me smile. Shows that I'm not insignificant! Bahahaha! Oh, &amp;amp;I bought my novel alrdy! (o^^o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;should I go ice skating this saturday? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-8535616049878433237?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8535616049878433237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooner-you-fall-behind-more-time-youll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8535616049878433237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8535616049878433237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooner-you-fall-behind-more-time-youll.html' title='The sooner you fall behind the more time you&apos;ll have to catch up.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5711048516611136583</id><published>2009-11-10T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:09:31.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST I EVER HAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrD4hsPka4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrD4hsPka4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU THE FUCKIN' BEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;YOU THE FUCKIN' BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;yessah! Finally sent back another long email to E! Took me 3 days! &amp;amp;will update soon. Got lots to update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, shall buzz off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5711048516611136583?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5711048516611136583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-i-ever-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5711048516611136583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5711048516611136583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-i-ever-had.html' title='BEST I EVER HAD'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3453040687625700585</id><published>2009-11-08T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:59:39.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours is not enough for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:190;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SHALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SO BUSY WITH MANY STUFFS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-Online tutorials!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Revising! (no more last min studies for me XX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Meeting up with all of my beloved friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Haven't been watching HIMYM for a week already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-New taiwan show- 海派甜心 by Luo Zhi Xiang &amp;amp;Rainie Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Practise piano &amp;amp;do my theory! (i think my progress is wols! Haven't been touching the piano nor the books, except during my 1 hr lesson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Doing cards/gifts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Reply E's email. Feel so guilty, that I took quite long to reply him. Guess he will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp;lastly my ANGEL'S SCRAPBOOK! I DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO DEVELOP PIC! HOW TO DO! I shall make it a point to develop at least 20 photos this weekend. Somebody gotta remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come during the ITP days, time seems to pass so slowly. But come back to school, everything pass me like a speed rocket? Me don't like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-3453040687625700585?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3453040687625700585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-hours-is-not-enough-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3453040687625700585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3453040687625700585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-hours-is-not-enough-for-me.html' title='24 hours is not enough for me!'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3821909922268983295</id><published>2009-11-07T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:27:46.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYVM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was so wrong about what I thought. Seriously, fuck you for drinking. KNN IF YOU DRINK AND GET DRUNK/HIGH, PLEASE DON'T EVER COME BACK HOME FOR GOODNESS SAKE. IT'S BETTER THIS WAY. NEXT TIME I WILL HANG A "DRUNK PPL ARE PROHIBITED" ON MY HOUSE'S DOOR! PLEASE DON'T DRINK IF YOU CAN'T CONTROL YOURSELF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IT'S TRUE THAT, A LEOPARD &lt;strong&gt;WILL NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; CHANGE ITS SPOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ONCE AGAIN, SO DISAPPOINTED + FUCKING ANGRY WITH YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, REALLY FUCKING HATE YOU FOR BEING DRUNK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-3821909922268983295?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3821909922268983295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/fyvm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3821909922268983295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3821909922268983295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/fyvm.html' title='FYVM'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5573192451999899798</id><published>2009-11-04T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:28:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo angry that my dad didn't buy my novel, which I think looks interesting, cuz it's very &lt;em&gt;x'mas-y. &lt;/em&gt;Tv seems to be more important than my novel! Sighhhh! So angry that I stomped my way home. But now I have decided to take a chill pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, watched the final episode of Jia Hao Yue Yuan. It was a good ending. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Toon cheated our feeling! He delays caused me&amp;amp;wenjia (we were so looking forward to play bowling!) to be so disappointed, didn't get to bowl. By the time we went, SPGG didn't allow students to enter. Nevermind, you're forgiven. He treated us drinks ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know recently, I was thinking, what have I achieved so far for 2009. I realised, nothing much. Less than 2 months, it'll a brand new year. For the 987654321th time, I shall say time flies as fast as a speed-rocket. Maybe I have achieved a few things, like pulling up my gpa to a 3. Having a 6mths experience working in an office, can add that in my resume, which is good. Bad thing is, I just find that I don't really like office job. Hope I won't feel this way, few years down the road. Another thing I have achieved is knowing more friends. Unfortunately, I find that I don't do much to show my friends that I really cherish them alot. Family wise, guess it's okay, now I hardly see dad coming home drunk. Which I feel quite glad actually. For love, nothing of cuz, still waiting for the right one. At times, I prefer being single. However when I see my friends, having someone to rely on for 24/7, makes me yearn for that somebody. For life, I hope I will treasure my life always, &amp;amp;not only when I'm happy. I guess it's not too late to salvage those plans which I have intended to do in 2009, but have yet to done eh? Nothing is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, my biggest goal is to save up for my future! I want to buy a new house, with nice and neat and simple design. A place where I will head back willingly at the end of the day. &amp;amp;also not forgetting, my own transport, a car. I don't like to squeeze with few hundreds people in the bus/mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5573192451999899798?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5573192451999899798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-only-live-once-but-if-you-work-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5573192451999899798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5573192451999899798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-only-live-once-but-if-you-work-it.html' title='You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-413023961426952498</id><published>2009-11-03T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:35:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act happy, feel happy, be happy, without a reason in the world. Then you can love, and do what you will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing H putting on the wig in club = balls of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugging funny please! If I were made to cut my hair. I wouldn't have thought of buying a wig to hide my real hair! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Each day getting lazier to blog. Anyway it's the same old stuffs everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-413023961426952498?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/413023961426952498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/act-happy-feel-happy-be-happy-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/413023961426952498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/413023961426952498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/act-happy-feel-happy-be-happy-without.html' title='Act happy, feel happy, be happy, without a reason in the world. Then you can love, and do what you will.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3219539837628480652</id><published>2009-11-01T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:35:49.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple sunday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this was the simplest sunday I ever had. Went to IMM to have lunch with my daddy at Ichiban I forget what restaurant. (I want to voice out something, why all japanese restaurant I went, the sushi is wayyyyyy overpriced!) But I have to admit the sushi is nice. I had some cream dory set meal, which taste good. At first, I was quite hesistant to order that. Cuz I'm damn scared of the fishy taste. Anyway, I still went ahead with it. Phew, no fishy taste at all. :D Walked around IMM. While walking, while checking my phone, right at the moment, I got an oversea call! At once, I knew it was Ekka! Finally he called me from shanghai! hahahaa! My first line was "OMG! EKKA...!" Then we started talking for awhile. Didn't know his vsl got some probs. I think I didn't say much, just repeated what I said from the email which I sent to him. Guess I was too happy to even think properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Didi after I returned from IMM, to return her baju kurungs. Sorry that it took me so long to return your clothes. &amp;amp;thanks for lending me once again! ^^ Chatted with my bestfriend for awhile! Can't wait to go out with you soon. &amp;amp;visit your new crib! But in future, instead of the less than 3mins walk, I have to take a bus in order to reach her home :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Stan Helsing when I reached home. But I watched till I fell asleep. Then I was woken up by a call! From Ekka's daddy! Scare me sia. When I see the name, I quickly wake up. Anyway, his daddy sound friendly over the phone. Thought he will sound strict or whatsoever. Though saw his daddy before, but never spoke to him. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to buzz off to do some work. But first I shall go eat some cookies! C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&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/6075883768246917922-3219539837628480652?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3219539837628480652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3219539837628480652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3219539837628480652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-sunday.html' title='A simple sunday :)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6573750774824220667</id><published>2009-10-31T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:41:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October’s days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12846_178982974448_807979448_265047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/12846_178982974448_807979448_265047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life, I'm so hyped up about halloween day. In the past, I don't even care about halloween day. Not till, when last sat Julien asked if I want to go to Sentosa's Spooktacular. At first, I didn't felt like going. In my mind I was like "Pay 20plus bucks to scare the shit out of me?! &amp;amp;when I walked sp nightwalk, I felt like dying already. Still ask me to go Spooktacular, where the ghost make up are even more real?!" But I still replied okay. As time goes by slowly, I was getting more excited to celebrate Halloween. Probably because knowing most of my friends are celebrating too but at a different venue, night safari and clubs. &amp;amp;thinking that I want to spend all the occasions and every moments with my friends! :D I went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/IMG_0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us met up at vivo. Before I met them, I had Toffee Nut from starbuck! X'mas decoration are up! First time drinking toffee nut. There's like caramel taste inside. I think I still prefer hot white choc mocha with whipped cream! Oh, but I would like to try peppermint-don't-know-what. hahaha! Bla bla bla ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took tram to sentosa, imbiah station. Took a few escalators up to Image of Spore don't know what. Shiera queued for the tix. Luckily, the queue wasn't long. Some of us wandered about, while waiting for the tix. Saw this shop selling halloween stuff! I'm damn happy can, like a kiddo. I ran to the stall (no joke). Bought hairbands, buy 2 get 1 free. So 2 pumpkins and 1 devil horn. I took the pumpkin! Tell you something, I hope to dress as a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;, in my future halloween. Pumpkins are soooo cuteeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/IMG_0590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg! See how happy am I with my pumpkin hairband!^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised I like to buy all these weird weird hairbands whereby you can't wear them out on normal days. There's one hairband, where I bought from Korea, which I can wear for xmas. But currently, it is rotting in my room. &amp;amp;another one I bought it from Australia, think is sheep's ear or smth. Guess I misplaced it somewhere in my room.(tomorrow I go ask my daddy) haha! If only, I'm going to tokyo at the end of this year, I can get my mickey mouse hairband! Don't think hokkaido got this kind of funny funny hairband eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to drizzle. We hid under a shelter. Chris bought prawn balls which came along with a dead but cooked scorpion. A REAL SCORPION! Damn gross! I ate a teeny weeny bit of it, macro-size, I felt like puking already. The smell was horrendous. Think if I were to smell a few seconds more, I will vomit on the spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to queue for the musuem. While waiting, there were 2 ghosts scaring us. Rapig laughed at the ghost who was staring at him, cuz he went to tap at the ghost. Then there's another ghost with black paint on him. Wah that ghost ah, super hyper, like one monkey who got released from zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 of us got split into 2 groups. Luckily, Duwi was with us. He's like me &amp;amp;julien's shield. Before we went in, the person told us if we are scared, all we had to do was squat down and raise our hand. &amp;amp;the ghost won't disturb us. But quite ridiculous, if I squat how I move! Anyway, almost the whole journey, I was raising my hand and bending down a little. I can't remember all the "ghosts", only remembered some. I realised I can't really remember stuffs, when I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last part, this huge spider softtoy dropped on my head. I was so shocked. I panicked of cuz. And almost tripped over the ropes. Upon seeing my pumpkin hairband, with one pumpkin gone. Suddenly, I wasn't scared anymore. I was more concerned about my pumpkin hairband than the "ghost" scaring me. Fortunately, it was fixable. hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing ended about 15 mins. Guess we walked too fast. I think the event was abit overpriced. But once in awhile, spending 22bucks to scare the shit of yourself on a halloween, is okay I supposed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we came out, the queue was crazy. Lucky for us, we came early. &amp;amp;this time round, a few more ghosts were at outside scaring the people who are waiting for their turn to enter the musuem. One of the ghost, who are joint together, and the whole time they were bending down while walking (like how an old ppl with hunched back will walk). I said "Wah not tired ah?!". &amp;amp;the two "ghosts" chased after me! I ran immediately of cuz, and pushing Zul to the ghosts. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/IMG_0587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The "ghosts" which chased after me! Aliff and Duwi joint them. hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for vivo after that, cuz it was still drizzling. If not, think can go lepakz at the beach. Had takeaways, &amp;amp;dinner @ rooftop garden! All of us left for home at about ten pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my saturday to you! C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12846_178995359448_807979448_265057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/12846_178995359448_807979448_265057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12846_178995344448_807979448_265056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/12846_178995344448_807979448_265056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12846_178995334448_807979448_265056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/12846_178995334448_807979448_265056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evidence of how happy all of us were*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6573750774824220667?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6573750774824220667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/witch-and-ghost-make-merry-on-this-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6573750774824220667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6573750774824220667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/witch-and-ghost-make-merry-on-this-last.html' title='Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October’s days.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/311009-Halloween2009/th_12846_178982974448_807979448_265047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5883167480243708523</id><published>2009-10-31T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:51:00.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in doubt, tell the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HP JUST FUCKING DIED ON ME! *inserts angry emoticon here* Nvm, hope can get a new simple hp, like those basic hp, of cuz with camera. So regret trading in my sony ericsson for this stupid LG, just because the keypad is like a keyboard, which I thought is cool. But I beg to differ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP aside, yesterday spent my whole afternoon in clubhouse after class. Watched American Pie 6. LOL! Then there was a huge havoc after Fameel&amp;amp;co. came in. Kind of funny. But made club a mess. Brooms spoilt, mop threw to don't know where. Oh, &amp;amp;I got hit by a super fast flying soccer ball (at the speed of 987654321km/h) by Danial, right on my chest! Pain sia. Luckily the ball is soft. Imagine if that's a hard one. I think I gg already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Julien, Wenjia &amp;amp;AFFF @ changi airport T3. Had popeyes! Cuz wj was craving for it! So our plan to have dinner @tiong's 18chef was changed. Had popeyes and can see planes (not really. hah. Cuz it's very dark outside). We chatted alot, &amp;amp;took many photos also! Many photos with alot of my retarded face inside. Gosh, I will be so embarassed if Julien upload to fb. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg prepare to meet the rest @ vivo. Today till don't know when I'll be hp-less. Which sucks. I'm not intending to use the stupid public phone! Sigh. Just get me a new hp lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5883167480243708523?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5883167480243708523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-in-doubt-tell-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5883167480243708523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5883167480243708523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-in-doubt-tell-truth.html' title='When in doubt, tell the truth'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2984569409924834124</id><published>2009-10-30T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:02:35.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, having lesson naoxzxz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's has been long since I do something like this. LOL! Having lesson now, listening to some old aunty ranting. Don't know why she made us bring laptop. In the end, we also never really use the laptop for her lesson. So now I'm making good use of me carrying this heavy laptop from my home to school, by blogging =/ Okay lah, got surf websites too. Hehehe. But still, waste my energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had work @ park mall. Quite slack. Cuz not alot of people. Was in charged of the outdoor one with Jeffrey. I super wish that noone came outdoor. Unfortunately, they did. Served some foods and drinks to them. One of the guest, is some not-quite-famous-but-good-looking-ch5/8-actor. Never go gaga over him. Cuz there's someone better looking! Ang moh somemore, the chef's assistant I think. *swoooooooooooon*. One of the dish for yesterday was nice, mushroom volavon(?), it's actually a tiny mushroom puff. Don't know why they named it so chim. I kept eating that, damn addictive. But didn't bring that home, cuz felt a bit sick after that. Guess I was too full. But I brought home 6 bottled glasses of appletizers. Heavy sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall pay attention now. &amp;amp;it's fridayyyy! Time flies, don't you agree with me? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2984569409924834124?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2984569409924834124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-having-lesson-naoxzxz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2984569409924834124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2984569409924834124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-having-lesson-naoxzxz.html' title='Hello, having lesson naoxzxz.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7625281774736752313</id><published>2009-10-28T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:41:54.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not update about my life (which is a routine actually). Got a bit bored typing out what I did today bla bla bla. I'm surprise if you don't get bored reading it, cuz I'm feeling bored already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to do some shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=JALS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/JALS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love us! JALS&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to hang out with them again. Go out soon okay! Oh ya, reminds me that next week we can wear our Hope, Imagine &amp;amp;Peace together for waves! Woohoo! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;LIERN! I MISS YOU MANYYYYYY MANYYYYY! Yay! She's coming back from beijing soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P2004_16-10-09.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/P2004_16-10-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Circle Clique&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing you all is the bestest thing in life. Though at times, we &lt;em&gt;pangseh&lt;/em&gt; each others &amp;amp;call each other names. Still, I won't forget those times when you all guide me out of my darkest period in life. Giving me advice regarding my life. LOL. You all are like my brothers &amp;amp;sisters. Thanks for standing by me, always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; ALL OF YOU :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh hope we can celebrate halloween together, you know I am damn scared of such things one. But ah, I'm pyscho-ing myself, cuz I want to spend my halloween with you all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7625281774736752313?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7625281774736752313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-best-friend-is-one-who-brings-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7625281774736752313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7625281774736752313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-best-friend-is-one-who-brings-out.html' title='My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7629151196073532544</id><published>2009-10-27T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:40:08.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in class today. Cuz I felt like sleeping. It's so shiok to be able to rest your head on the table without worrying. Unlike itp, when I felt really tired, toilet was the only place where I can take a really short nap. Class ended early. Like around 2pm plus. I heart tues! :D After lesson, went to fc 5 to eat cup noodle. But don't have my usuals. So had to eat other brand, other flavour of cup noodle :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At clubhouse, watched funny video. Ris Low &amp;amp;her BOOMZ! Surprisingly Amron didn't know about that incident, so we watched, so that he knows how the BOOMZ came about. Then we watched PCK imitating Ris Low. Oh, heard she came up with another new word "SHINGZ". I heard it has the equal meaning with Fuck or Shucks or Whatever. LOLOLOLOL! Funniest was "boom boom pow my version" from youtube. The filipino guy damn funny sia, the way he sing and dance. If I was the neighbour, &amp;amp;I hear him sing, I think I will just shout "SHUT UP CAN ANOT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home it was. Didn't went to watch movie with the rest. Cuz I feel the need of going home. Thought can finish some of my stuffs, which I very long have wanted to do. One of them is updating my "Angel's Scrapbook", have paused on doing that for awhile. You know, I'm thinking of buying the Fujifilm instant camera, so that it's easier for me to do my Angel's Scrapbook. So lazy to develop photos. Haven't practise peeeaaahhhnnnnoooo. Haven't watch my HIMYM 2 for days already. &amp;amp;FRIENDS etc. Time too little!!!!! All I did was have dinner &amp;amp;fell asleep while waiting dad to come back with my hot vanilla from coffeebean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;so I shall go finish up my not-so-hot vanilla. &amp;amp;my dad bought banana choc cake too! ^^ Ate half only, at night don't eat too much, later I become fat. I miss eating awfully choc banana choc cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7629151196073532544?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7629151196073532544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-can-be-found-even-in-darkest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7629151196073532544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7629151196073532544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-can-be-found-even-in-darkest.html' title='Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-1463294338165722426</id><published>2009-10-26T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:15:07.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone smiles in the same language.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was abit horrible for me. Cuz I vomit out my coffee! Luckily never black out like last time. Think I slept too late recently, which explains all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time had lunch during school hours with Rapig, AhToon, Serene etc. Well, mainly the clique:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law is such a bitch! Anyway, I can see the &lt;em&gt;unitedness&lt;/em&gt; when my class pyscho-ed the lect to let us off 45mins earlier. Actually, after the first 10 mins break my law lect gave us, I could see the back rows people were running away secretly. That's like 1/4 of the class gone. I wish my law lect is more firm and more interesting. I don't know how I'll survive with law. =/ &amp;amp;Guess I kind of understand stats. You know I think I should go read up my law notes now. I just really want to do well for my ICA. So I can show off to my relatives, that I'm a person who have lots of fun, at the same time does well in academic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to clubhouse after school. Watched "Paranormal Activity". I think the female killed the male in the end, cuz she was possessed. &amp;amp;in the end, she was shot by the police. Dead too. I will never accept even millions buckeroos and made to stay in a haunted place for days. NO WAY! Think 1st day I will just freaked out and pass out. hahah! Oh, &amp;amp;today I realise how strong is my butt! My butt accidentally knocked the cupboard. The cupboard shaked abit. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand why you have to make a big hoo-ha out of minor stuff. It turns many people off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I don't want to be a NATO (no action talk only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all short and sweet right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-1463294338165722426?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1463294338165722426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-smiles-in-same-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/1463294338165722426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/1463294338165722426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-smiles-in-same-language.html' title='Everyone smiles in the same language.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4274314919136333785</id><published>2009-10-25T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:11:14.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy being easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall rewind back 2 days ago, which is a friday! That day smrt gave problem again. I don't know what happened. But the train refused to come. &amp;amp;the platform towards pasir ris was so packed with people. Until only don't know how many minutes later, the train came. &amp;amp;ppl were pushing each other to get in. I only managed to get in when the third train came. It's scary how those ppl pushed me. It's as if that's the last train for the day. This is the third time in 7plus months. Seriously, of all day, why does this happen in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was late for lesson for 30mins. I can see the lect is abit not happy about it. But can I help it I'm late? No, i can't. My fault ah, train break down. I don't like crs and the lect teaching that. Bla bla bla. Had lunch with Julien and Justin @ fc 6! Sorry Justin, for coming late! Julien &amp;amp;I had our fave red bowl soup (or whatever it is called). It's been like half a year since we had that! Shall go fc 6 more often on wed &amp;amp;fri :D Nothing much happened at clubhouse. Oh yes, Nazis outing. Took quite long to discuss on where to go. In the end, settled with vivo! It's friday, it's natural to go somewhere further! Cuz next day no school! Had dinner @rooftop garden. At the same time, they were screening some jap movie, godzilla and the don't know what. Not really interesting. Finally the movie ended at like 10pm. YAY! Take lotsa photo! LOL! Damn funny, we kept asking the stranger to help us take "one more time lah...". We treated the stranger as if we hired him to take photos for us. haha! Lots of funny moments when taking photo. Like ppl running towards the camera. Wherever the cam goes, all of us followed. Hope everyone had fun in the outing :) Next nazis outing should be the movie outing! Woohoo:D Took 188 with Johnson the Horsepig after that:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photo of the day. Choose 1 out of the 101 photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess that I made the right choice of helping out in ICE camp IV. It's so different from ICE camp III. We still stay contact and quite bonded even after the camp. Unlike III when the end of camp, it's really a bye. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to watch Imagine That @ ehub with AFFF, Serene &amp;amp;Ah Toon! Was late for movie! First time late for movie. I think the movie was average. A few funny parts. Glad that Eddie Murphy chose his daughter (in the end) over work. Had dinner @ bbq chicken. Had pasta with cream with chicken cutlet. Yummy okay! After that went for Ice camp OCs chalet. At first it was okay, until when we played indian poker. Balls of laughter. Shall upload some forfeit pictures tomorrow(?). Cuz currently I want to quickly update this space and go sleep! I was so unlucky yesterday, I think I lose almost every round. Had forfeit like kissing the wall (must make the muack muack sound somemore.) AFFF got it first! I was next -.- Second forfeit was wearing the pillow, and sing teletubbies song. LOL! I was one of the 4 "teletubbies", to be exact I was the first one. Third forfeit was Duwi going down while wearing the pillow and sing teletubbies to everyone. Forth forfeit. Wearing the pillow walked out of chalet and run around the swimming pool. (luckily this one got 3 other ppl doing it with me. LOL). Fifth forfeit is smelling duwi's armpit, and the nose must touch the armpit! Gross right! I KENA SIA! AFFF AND SERENE BUSTED ME! Sixth forfeit was sucking Duwi's nipple. Luckily, this one I didn't got it, if not I think I will kill myself. Khabir got it instead. Last forfeit was sucking Anston's toy. LOL! So damn disgusting lah. Duwi got the last forfeit. And he really sucked it! Home it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today supposedly meeting CC @ 1pm @ FEP. In the end, I woke up at 1pm. Reached FEP only at 4pm. At first, walked around, surprisingly didn't feel like buying anything. Till I walked into Bestofblogshop at basement floor. Bought a dress and a romper. Spent exactly 50bucks. Bought a drink and a pancake, cuz was a bit hungry. Fyi, I was doing all these by myself! AFFF and Ah Toon PS me! ALL PANG SEH KINGS! LOL! Nvm, I prefer shopping by myself anyway. &amp;amp;walked to wheelock, to buy birkenstock. That one, was super random. But I'm loving my birkenstock! It makes me smile, when seeing my birken! LOL! I shall name her, Alice! (I think I will forget this name soon). Totally reminds me of how I smiled, when my dad bought me the guess watch few months ago. Had dinner @ queenstown hawker centre. Thank you lah Johnson, for accompanying me! LOL! See, I never call you names here ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4274314919136333785?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4274314919136333785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-easy-being-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4274314919136333785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4274314919136333785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-easy-being-easy.html' title='It&apos;s not easy being easy.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2138907445214672630</id><published>2009-10-22T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:32:50.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every person's life has different lyrics but in the end we all sing the same song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe I was early for school today! Not kidding. It's been quite long since I was early for school. The scene was quite hilarious. I went into the allocated classroom. Was surprised noone was there, except for Uncle M. I quickly took out the timetable to double check. At the same time he was telling me to choose a seat (got 20plus of seats for me to choose. lol). However, I was still thinking 8am lesson, &amp;amp;noone has reached, how can that be! I was also thinking class cancelled ??? But noone informed me. Finally, I took a good look at my timetable. There put 8.30am then start lesson. If only, I checked carefully last night, I could have slept a few mins more. 1st lesson was fun, e-comm prac. Learnt about using portnet, can check what vessels are berthing in singapore water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole afternoon was statistic II. It was horrible, especially the tutorial. I really concentrated during the tutorial, so much so that I feel that my brain will explode any moment! Just that it's a bit confusing or hard to understand at times. Prac was slightly easier. But I went a bit nut till I suddenly said "I'm very angry now." ROFL. But it was fun doing prac with Ayu and Husnul. &amp;amp;not forgetting Wenjia constantly helping me when I have trouble :D I heart statistic!!!!! Like real -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, head to clubhouse to lepakz. Idiot Fikry and Xuanhao taped my face! Hair to be more exact, cuz I was moving around so that they couldn't tape me! Unfortunately, it kena my hair. Fuck sia. I damn scared you know, later bald how? Wenjia and Farhana came to help me. But all laughing lor! Okay lah, no hair loss, maybe one or 2 strands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow having CRS. Heard must write essay? GG already. Bless me. YAY! GPs dinner outing tomorrow! Woohoo!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2138907445214672630?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2138907445214672630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-persons-life-has-different-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2138907445214672630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2138907445214672630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-persons-life-has-different-lyrics.html' title='Every person&apos;s life has different lyrics but in the end we all sing the same song.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-8970221503801500318</id><published>2009-10-21T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:52:09.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love What You Do.Do What You Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a short day. Had a 2 hr lesson only, on law. Yay! I paid attention in class. Believe it or not? Okay lah, but come to 11.30am, my brain kind of auto shut off. Cuz somehow used to having instead of 2 hrs, a 1hr30min lesson. But my law lect, taught till 12. Fully utilise the 2 hr lesson sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Glenda, Johnson &amp;amp;Claudius @ fc4. I don't know why but I kept shooting Johnson. LOL! But funny hor! Okay lah, kidding. &amp;amp;this will be my first and last time eating that fried rice from fc 4. So dry and the chicken not really yummy. Anyway it didn't look appealing either! After lunch, went clubhouse to lepakz. Watched some funny videos. I like :D Chatted with Sivien in clubhouse. Accompanied Julien to withdraw money. Then chitchatted with Sivien again, but this time at fc 5. LOL! Had teabreak at fc3! Yay! Finally had my fave honeydew milkshake! Still taste the best like last time! :D Had cheese fries too! Went back clubhouse continue to lepakz. Before all went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeahnoo lesson as usual. Didn't practise for 1 week. =x Still &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;able to play lah. Okay, hopefully I mark my word of practising at least for even 30mins everyday. Just watched "Kumar the Drag Queen" @ youtube. Had balls of laughter! So hilarious. Totally love racist joke! Gosh, I wish I can live without sleeping. So I can spend whole night long watching my fave online movie and sitcom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&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/6075883768246917922-8970221503801500318?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8970221503801500318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-what-you-dodo-what-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8970221503801500318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8970221503801500318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-what-you-dodo-what-you-love.html' title='Love What You Do.Do What You Love.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5081861469387153684</id><published>2009-10-20T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:32:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things do not change; we change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was kind of unlucky for me. Cuz I forget to bring my wallet out. Luckily my dad was on half day off today (see, everything happens for a reason). Hence he was able to pass me my wallet. And I could save my energy too. I was late for 30mins in the end, I could have attended lesson earlier if not for the stupid wallet. Or can say if I wasn't that careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was okay. Learnt nothing from e-comm yet. I wonder what is it all about. I think I got to work hard for financial, I guess that will be the hardest module for me. Anyway believe it or not, don't know why I feel uncomfortable now, when I never revise what was taught to me today. Guess ITP somehow changed me, it really dawned on me that studies is really really really important. Just by looking at my colleagues, striving so hard to get a degree, while working. Makes me realised that I don't want to stop at diploma only, but I really want to get a degree. &amp;amp;it will be slightly easier for me to get a job eh? Still thinking if I would prefer working in a BIG company or a private company (smaller ones). But I wish I can work at port. Somehow sound more interesting eh? hah. Beside the itp that changed me abit. Partly is due to how seniors tell us if don't study this bla bla bla, it's damn easy to forward modules. &amp;amp;that yr 2 is way harder than yr 1. As much as I like to stay in poly. However I don't wish to forward modules (i mean who likes it right). At times I really get freaked out when I think it is one more sem, before I become a yr 3. Poly should have 4 years instead of 3 years! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, like last time, after school went to clubhouse to &lt;em&gt;yakyak&lt;/em&gt; lepakz! Yong Cheng &amp;amp;Zach came to school for awhile. Yong Cheng was telling about his piracy encounter. I don't know how true ah. Cuz at times (or I should say most of the time), he will lie to me without blinking his eyes! &amp;amp;I think that idiot put one of my sandal on the fire alarm which is so high. Glad that I was smart enough to retrieve it back ALL BY MYSELF! Had dinner with my friends. I missed eating dinner in school @fc 3! hahaha! Sitting on the BEEEG round table, eating together, just like a family. I like :D Went back clubhouse, Dweeee, Fikry, Ash &amp;amp;I started singing many random english songs. Kind of fun. Like karaoke -.- Trained home with Ash after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I brought keys with me, if not I will be stucked outside my house for like 1 hr plus. Oh, &amp;amp;I have decided to go sign up for my ppcdl theory test once again! I wanna get my boat license, before I get my car license(?). lol! Hopefully I pass man! Ajaaaaa Angel :D Guess I go study my ppcdl theory before I go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5081861469387153684?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5081861469387153684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-do-not-change-we-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5081861469387153684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5081861469387153684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-do-not-change-we-change.html' title='Things do not change; we change.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-517768429275664446</id><published>2009-10-19T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:23:36.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick update of what happened yesterday and today. Yesterday had a movie outing with Johnson. Firstly we went to FEP, cuz I wanted to get a new pencil case, as I misplaced my Little Miss and Mr pencil case (I'm feeling damn sad, hopefully, the pencil case will suddenly appear in front of me). In the end, didn't saw the pencil case which I like. So I never buy, sorry to waste your transportation fare. Still we had lunch at fep, which isn't that bad. But we had pastamania -.- which can be found at vivo also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to vivo. Cuz I was too lazy and sick to walk back to Orchard Mrt. Watched "(500) days of Summer". Nice movie, at least didn't put me to sleep. But it put Johnson to sleep! LOL! Pig doing what he does best -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to bnj to eat ice cream. Boo:( my fave mint choc chunk was sold out (first time, you know!). So I had Chunky Monkey instead, with free topping and discount. All thanks to Julien :D Julien also let us tried the cookie she baked @ bnj. The cookie is yummy! Suddenly, got craving for cookie, famous amos! :D Went home after that, I went to see doc, cuz I was really sick. Kns sia, the doc ah, kept chanting to me how bad is facebook. I'm so young, shouldn't waste my time in front of the comp! I pay to see doctor leh, not hear you chant. &amp;amp;fb is not the reason why I stayed up so late each night!!!!! PFFFTTTT! Reached home, took medicine. Oh talking about medicine, my antibiotic pill tasted sucky! It was so sucky that, it was my first time swallowing the pill very fast, cuz I rather choke than having the antibiotic stucked at my tongue! I got knocked out very fast. So yesterday I slept at 10plus pm. It's a record! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of my Year 2, Semester 2! Woohoo! Back to school, baby! However today, I can choose to attend or not attend school. Cuz I got a MC! Still I attended. Partly cuz I miss going to school (after not going for more than 6 months) and partly cuz kena forced by parents -.- Kind of unbelievable that now I'm back in school. Time flies eh. I'm a year 2 already. Like 1.5yrs and I will graduate. &amp;amp;I don't feel like working yet :( Sorry, still far. Shall not bring up this topic. So anyway, guess lesson was fine. Oh, I saw my cousin's wife at fc 1, I was being so nice to say hi to her. Don't know why she gave me a "black" face look when returning the hi to me! :( Nvm, shall not say hi to her in future. &amp;amp;Capt Fred is not teaching my class law! Aww, sadded, thought I can hear some of his interesting "stories". I like to listen "stories". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, accompanied Julien to take her BTT together with Rapig. Had dinner @ batok. Home it was! Finally I replied Ekka's email. &amp;amp;I realised I replied him a quite long one (no wonder it took me so long!). Guess only the last paragraph will interest him. &amp;amp;my dad got halfday tmr! Why I don't have! So unfair. Need to go school by myself! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-517768429275664446?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/517768429275664446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/procrastination-is-art-of-keeping-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/517768429275664446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/517768429275664446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/procrastination-is-art-of-keeping-up.html' title='Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5877506822398558282</id><published>2009-10-17T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T03:28:14.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fly like paper, get high like planes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I don't know how to start this entry. Anyway, about yesterday. Woke up damn late for clubhouse cleaning. Sorry uh. hah. Supposedly everyone must come at 8am. But I came like 1pm. Cuz previous night, I slept like 3am. I am always too over confident of myself, being able to wake up with only few hours of sleep. Actually, no I can't. Maybe cuz I'm sick. I did tried waking at 8plus, but went back to sleep, cuz as I stood up, I felt giddy. So best is go back to sleep. lol! Okay lah, got help out abit when I went. Then all of us left for Amron's house. I went with Julien, Chris and Hadi. Walked one BEEEEEEEEEEEEG circle before reaching his home. lol. Anyway, had fun camwhoring using Julien's hp. Our &lt;em&gt;wu lian pai&lt;/em&gt;. Think we'll continue playing with the "x lian &lt;em&gt;pai&lt;/em&gt;" in our future outing. haha. So fun! Had chomp chomp for supper. I had a plate of char kway tiao and milkcurd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, had impromptu late lunch with Johnson over @ clementi. Sorry to keep you waiting uh! &amp;amp;sorry uh, don't know why I feel that I was like overtalk ah. hahaha. Feel like I'm turning into somebody. After lunch, he went home, I went vivo to settle my camera. About the camera, it's the stupid memory card which was giving me problem! Anyway, canon was nice enough to exchange a new memory card for me. So ya, I shall officially announce those photos taken yesterday are gone! &lt;em&gt;Happy new year to me -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train to airport. Met with Sivien had T1's popeye for dinner! Yay! Their mashed potato is still loveeee! We had takeaways, and ate at viewing mall. Hee. Can see planes. Plane makes me happy! "I fly like paper, get high like planes". Chatted alot of stuffs, and the one where don't know who screamed when they saw shits and pee inside the water container, made me laugh damn badly. If I was at clubhouse earlier, I could have witness ppl reaction when they found shit inside the water container. But one good thing is, I never get to smell the disgusting shit smell. After eating, I went to buy coffee to drink. I think I'm officially addicted to caffeinee! Then we took sky train back to T3 to find Liern. hahaha. Her mummy somehow reminds me of my dad. My dad always like to nag about me to my friends. hahaha. Hope she had fun over at beijing for 2 weeks! Gonna miss her! :D Took the last train home with Sivien! :D Really love hanging out with JALS. Cuz we can talk anything under the sun/stars, without feeling paiseh. Of all outings, I think I miss the ECP one the most, sitting by the beach on a picnic mat, and chatting about everything! Let's do that again yeah!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I just received E's email again! Hope can reply him by tomorrow! He makes me so wanna visit San Francisco, USA! I hope I can persuade him to buy me perfume! hehehe! &amp;amp;of cuz he confirm ask me to pay him one! I would be surprised if he buys that for me WILLINGLY! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I think I lost my pencil case. I really really really reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyy can't find it around my home. Damn sian, means must buy new stationery, calculator (cuz my calculator is sailing with E.) and foolscap! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;a new pencil case. Don't know why really no recollection of where I left the pencil case. But last seen, was 2 days ago @suntec's starbuck. But I remember putting the pencil case inside my bag! If I don't get all these tomorrow, this shows how ready I am for sch. &amp;amp;I hope I don't lost touch in studying, cuz I haven't been studying for about 6 months! &amp;amp;most importantly, hope I won't be late for lessons or fall asleep during lesson. One good thing is I can sleep openly! Unlike during ITP, must go toilet to sleep! Pathetic right! &lt;em&gt;Bo pian&lt;/em&gt; ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, watched Russell Peter talking about "Women are thinkers". As usual, freaking hilarious man! Was laughing at some parts. Now I don't have to worry about why I always think. But the problem is I always over-think which makes me sad or even to the extend of crying at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not you admit that I'm not fat in fact I'm not. You got me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5877506822398558282?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5877506822398558282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5877506822398558282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5877506822398558282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-fly-like-paper-get-high-like-planes.html' title='I fly like paper, get high like planes.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7342749129573635133</id><published>2009-10-16T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:33:24.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera, which is only about maybe a month old is already giving me problem. I don't know what's wrong with the stupid camera. But I must be prepared to face the fact that my photos taken today will be gone for good. I don't know, &amp;amp;I hope that won't happen. Shall wake up in the morning, and head to canon tmr! Of all pics, I love one pic alot, which is our clique pic. If I never remember wrongly the last clique pic taken was during june.&lt;/s&gt; I think I shall continue using my old fujifilm camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;then there's another thing which I feel quite pissed off. Have you ever heard ppl peeing or shitting inside the water container (which we put drink inside). In my 18 years of life, this is my first time hearing it. Seriously, you know how fucking disgusting it is anot. There's a limit to all your childish play! Even a retard won't even do such a thing! They know where to shit or pee. You know your fucking childish and inconsiderate and immature actions, totally went way too overboard. I mean how do you like it to find shit and urine inside your house's kettle, pots etc. Watch your actions lah, for goodness sake. That shit filled water container is still in the club, hopefully everyone remember that that water container cannot be used. If not we'll be drinking somebody shit-smelled water during camp or whatever activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7342749129573635133?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7342749129573635133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7342749129573635133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7342749129573635133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3792840160613964789</id><published>2009-10-15T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:13:40.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short. Eat dessert first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering, is it when you are too long with your friends, somehow you take them for granted? I will never forget those times when my friends bring me up when I'm soooo down. Just that at times, somehow, I feel things are not like in the past. Maybe somebody was right about telling me something has changed. But I refused to believe it. Sigh, time will tell I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my fave starbuck's hot white choc mocha with whip cream! That's the only thing I feel happy about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-3792840160613964789?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3792840160613964789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-short-eat-dessert-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3792840160613964789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3792840160613964789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-short-eat-dessert-first.html' title='Life is short. Eat dessert first.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-8662706209804618214</id><published>2009-10-15T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:54:40.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's still in my head now, I forget to thank a few ppl for some stuffs. haha. Have yet to thank Liern for the gifts she bought for me at bangkok! Thank you very much! Loveeeee! &amp;amp;thanks Didi for lending me another baju kurung! Sorry for the trouble! And thanks once again! Meet up soon okay, for even dinner! Love you lots!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;you know I feel super bad, when I forget to add Matt the garlic inside the guest list for the GPs outing. I'm really guilty about it. Hope ppl can understand about my brain ah. hahaha! Sometimes I get a brain shut-down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;finally I replied E's email! Seriously emailing him, is like training my english. I feel as if I'm writing compo! hahaha! Ookay lah, shall end here, I want to continue with my HIMYM S2! &amp;amp;later I'm drinking starbuck! Yayness! Cuz I miss drinking it! It's been going to almost 2 weeks, since I last drink it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-8662706209804618214?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8662706209804618214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8662706209804618214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8662706209804618214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-post.html' title='Short post'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2845533827090538734</id><published>2009-10-14T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:11:24.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim for the stars. But first, aim for their bodyguards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my wednesday is the most boring day of the week! Cuz ah, because of peeeahnoo, so I can't go out. Not say, can't go out, but go out halfway, must go back. The feeling is like "&lt;em&gt;sian ji pua&lt;/em&gt;". So today, can say I slept whole day. Shucks, I haven't read my novel finish, which is due by sunday. So by hook or crook, am going to finish it by sat night. Then I shall rent new novel again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, I need to tell myself that I haven't been working hard on my peeeahnoo either. Never practise much, or can say at times for the week I never practise at all. I shall make it a point I practise like at least 30mins daily? I want to be a pro pianist! hahaha. Kidding ah, or at least, can play something decent for myself. Hopefully one day, I can play Merry x'mas Mr Lawrence. &amp;amp;damn long never play flute too. I feel that I'm like drifting away from Music -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall end my boring post here. Got lots to do! And my blog title is totally no link \nn/ with what I have posted, just fyi. Buzzing off...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2845533827090538734?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2845533827090538734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/aim-for-stars-but-first-aim-for-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2845533827090538734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2845533827090538734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/aim-for-stars-but-first-aim-for-their.html' title='Aim for the stars. But first, aim for their bodyguards.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5986634779250997487</id><published>2009-10-13T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:41:53.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hanging out with Sivien, Liern and Julien @ bugis. Sorry for being late. hehe. Anyway, had mac for lunch, cuz Liern was craving for it. I missed my &lt;em&gt;yao yao shu tiao&lt;/em&gt;! Good thing it's not a permanent food item in the menu, if not I confirm FAT like a PIG. Everyday one packet. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we strut (lol. Learning from someone) down to haji lane. Liern went to get some studs for her performance. Julien and Sivien went saw some nice tiny ornaments at the shop, so they went to buy some. After that, we went for a shop-to-shop visit. Liern, Julien and I, each bought a notebook from Print. 7bucks only! Definitely a steal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tada! But I have to say, I don't normally will buy pinkish stuff, cuz it's way too girly. Not saying that, I am manly or what. But cuz of the nice cartoons on it. No choice it comes in pink only. The yellow notebook, which I like, cuz it's yellow, the design is kind of plain. Had a hard time choosing between this and the yellow one. Besides buying notebook which I will use for this coming semester, I also bought a bracelet. My first bracelet I've ever owned. &amp;amp;this bracelet is very very very nice, vinatage, pretty and MEANINGFUL! Liern also got something similar, but hers is necklace, and her words were "YUAN FEN" (fate). Check out mine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26bucks you know the above stuffs. But I think it's okay. Abit heart pain. However I know if I don't get it, I won't be able to sleep tonight! hahaha! No clothes appealed to me today too. Think cuz spend 26bucks already. So no mood to buy more stuffs. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepakz at bugis junction. Oh we walked past NUM, then I told Julien and Liern about the BOOMZ contest, form a sentence with BOOMZ. Basket sia, NUM, so mean. hahaha. &amp;amp;after that, all of us went seperate ways. I went to find &lt;s&gt;Johnson&lt;/s&gt; SMALL pig for badminton! Played badminton, darts and throwing basketball into a netball hook. I think got sweat abit, and lose a bit of weight (hopefully). bahaha. Yay! Thanks for SMALL pig for keeping me company! And had a great time talking to you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please watch over my health. Hope I won't fall sick! I want to go out and go school. For now, I don't want MC yet! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I don't know why, but I've got the urge to tell all my friends "I LOVE THEM VERY VERY MUCH". Cuz it dawned on me, how much they stood by me most of the times. So random right. Cuz I suddenly remember during jalan raya, AFFF was abit lost on how to reach Nas' house. So he kept asking if was on the right direction. I told him if he was on the right direction I will give him a "YAYYYY". Whereas if the direction was wrong, I'll give him a "BOOOOO". And everyone just laughed. Which somehow made me happy too, for some reason. Lol. I think I'm crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy, currently I'm hooked onto this song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9EFSfgzjtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9EFSfgzjtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the official MV has yet to be out, so I shall use chipmunk version one. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha-wha-wha-wha what did you say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5986634779250997487?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5986634779250997487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-is-someone-who-knows-song-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5986634779250997487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5986634779250997487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-is-someone-who-knows-song-in.html' title='A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-579648817454485731</id><published>2009-10-12T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:55:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A true friend is the best possession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of stuff for me to post. Let's start from sat to today. Saturday was SMAC jalan raya! This year one not really well planned. So everything is like planned last minute. Nevertheless, I guess the squeezing made us even closer (i suppose). 4cars and 1bike, with about 27 ppl, what do you expect. Even had to go to the extend of putting some ppl at the boots. hah. Had fun jalan raya-ing, as usual. But it wasn't that complete without Julien, Serene, Chris and Ah Toon, all had work. If not we could take a pic of us in malay costumes together! Couldn't stop my hand from getting the goodies from the jar. I feel that it's better than our CNY goodies. Altogether, if I didn't remember we visited about 9 houses, from 12nnplus till 2am plus. Yea. This year one, ended like one hour later than last year. Hopefully, next year we will plan properly, and have sufficient vehicles to transport all of us from place to place :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10729_151802723859_737938859_271859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/10729_151802723859_737938859_271859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 align="center"&gt;Abit reluctant to use this pic, cuz someone "terror" face very clear. But no choice, the group pic with cars and bike which I had wasn't very clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay move on to, sunday! Went to visit Julien at work again. But this time is not toys r us. But a few shops away from toys r us, BEN&amp;amp;JERRY! Bought ice cream to eat. No discount :( &amp;amp;we fulfilled AFFF's dream of eating ben&amp;amp;jerry IN THE SHOP. Cuz he ate ben&amp;amp;jerry before, but didn't eat the ice cream in the shop. What kind of lame dream is this. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After eating our ice cream, we went to board MV Doulas, which was right outside Vivo. I was shocked to see a vsl in front of ben&amp;amp;jerry. haha! Went up to see see since it's free. I wish I can sail, but not doing work, okay that's as good as going onboard passenger ship. I miss those star gazing moments. The stars which we see at open sea, and on land is totally different! Kind of miss MEL camp. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luckily, climbing this gangway is not as tiring as when I boarded APL England. That one was a killer. Somemore my hand turned black when I reached the top. So much so for not listening to Joan to bring a pair of glove. haha. Anyway this gangway is short and clean. Of cuz clean lah, cuz customer going up, if dirty who dare to board the vsl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During dinner time, AFFF need to go back to camp. Left me, Serene, Ahtoon and Chris. Went to suntec to eat steamboat buffet @ Joaquim. Quite bloated. Hah. Chris was saying child price will be fine for me, cuz I don't eat alot. hahaha. And as if they let me pay child price instead of adult price. Oh, but I kept taking rojaks. &amp;amp;luckily I made my ice first from the ice kacang machine. But kind of dumb, I wanted to make ice kacang for myself. Normally you put the ingredient then the ice. But the very smart me, took the ice first, instead of ingredient. Until when my bowl is full of ice, I looked at them scooping their ingredients. I was like oh shit. hah. However it was a blessing in disguise. Cuz Chris who took the ice after me, don't know what he did to that stupid machine. The ice machine broke down. So the 3 of them, didn't get to eat their ice kacang. Bahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0362.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went home, luckily I never went to bed early, quite tired actually. &amp;amp;tada guess who appeared online. E! I also didn't realise he was online, till he started the convo with "not sleeping yet?". Had webcam with him! Don't know why his hair grow back so fast. &amp;amp;AFFF hair seems like not able to grow any longer. hah! &amp;amp;he doesn't look as fat as he mentioned in the email, what gaining 7kg. Forget to printscreen the webcam moments. Shall do it next time, if have the chance. &amp;amp;finally I send him back the long email (few hours ago). Seriously, typing those long emails to him, is like practising my letter writing/compo. hah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This morning, pulled myself out of bed to help WJ to apply her gems. Bla bla bla, some miscommunication happened. So now will be taking science instead of biz. I hate applying gems, it's like playing "heart attack" or "snapjack", or like ppl snatching for free stuffs. Screw gems seriously. Now we're stuck with this new, foreign gems which nobody seems to take, Facts and Lies in our everyday Data. There's stats and probabilities in it. Stats 2 which I'm going to take this coming sem, is boring enough. Now I must face with another stats(?) :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Slept alot today. Bed is damn comfy okay. So must make use of the good weather to sleep! Woke up at around 4plus, went to vivo and had my breakfast+lunch+dinner=brunchner. Had marche! Ordered my usual Rosti and Crepe! I love rosti! I love potato! Yumyum!:D Went to shop shop, surprisinly, nothing caught my eyes. Went to change my scv programmes, from Nickelodeon, disney channels to AXN, starworld etc. Home it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392143286750713906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/StS9wCDImDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KrkPkzphcEc/s400/pig3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392144004225810626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/StS-Zy2hwMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5Kk_EuAvHMc/s400/pig4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pig2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol! Okay. I think I irritated him till he finally surrendered and admitted he's a pig. Btw, admitted means admitted, no backing out! LOL! Yay! Johnson Bay Ming Wei is a *oink oink* pig, &amp;amp;is a BIG one :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-579648817454485731?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/579648817454485731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-friend-is-best-possession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/579648817454485731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/579648817454485731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-friend-is-best-possession.html' title='A true friend is the best possession.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/StS9wCDImDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KrkPkzphcEc/s72-c/pig3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5060936814924407061</id><published>2009-10-09T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T04:18:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazi Oi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391431509039059906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/StI2ZHcfE8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/05TbKjmhTiU/s400/10335_1233062259047_1003872971_749155_6649889_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I.C.E Camp IV has finally ended successfully! It was a blast! I love the new friends I had made in the camp. I hope they won't turn into acquaintances! At first, I must admit that I was abit of anti-social. Guess I stick too much with my smac peeps. But things changed after the nightwalk, get to know other ppl even better. Well, first time I find nightwalk was fun and not that scary. 6 ppl at my stations leh! (honestly, is a good thing). Damn shag actually, so we played games to keep ourselves awake. I love the *hump* game especially, some car game, you turn here turn there, reverse here reverse there, still got drift. &amp;amp;then there's the "HUMP" which is like no link \nn/ Which makes it so funny. hahaha! Don't know why I keep laughing, when we need to do "HUMPPPPPP". We also played the "Chik Chik Bang Bang" game. Finally, the campers started walking. At first quite quiet in my station, besides the sound of &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; loud bang of the door (take note of the "A") and some scream by Johnson and Joshua at times. I can't scream for nuts, unless you ask me to do some heart-attacking-stuffs. In the end, we improvised. I went to bang the doors using all my mighty strength. Eh my hands pain leh after that! &amp;amp;our station ghost, Charmaine, she did a great job! If it was me, I can't even pull it off with the whole thing. I think I will make a fool of myself and make the campers laugh their ass off. From a scary walk to a funny walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't get to play wet games. Cuz I came red red. The timing so &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; uh. I rather it came before or after camp. So that I could play Basha! I miss sliding thru' the canvas! Overall got help out 2 stations for 2 different station games. One was some hulahoop and hands game. The other one was blowing ping pong from cup to cup. Somemore Julien and I taught some groups the "ping pong cheer". "i've got a ping pong ball, i've got a ping pong ball bla bla bla". Oh must say that, it's my first time doing being in charge of station games with Julien. Cuz during SMAC FOC she was a GL. So wasn't able to in charge of station games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd day during afternoon, some of us were appointed to do the algorithm dance moves. Our dance moves is super duper zai please :D hahaha! While practising, I always caused the whole thing to stop, cuz at times I really forget what's the next move, and end up doing the same move with the ppl beside me. haha. After we were done, we went to lepakz and eat at fc5. After eating, played games with Julien, Johnson and Justin (woah, just realised all names start with a J) except for me. Played chik chik bang bang, my fave car game (LOL), Snapjack (scream like mad and lose like mad also). While playing all the games, was laughing so badly. Quite long, since I laughed that bad while playing games (including games played during nightwalk while waiting for campers). I wonder when will be the next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bapok night was okay. Actually quite boring. Cuz all the bapoks almost the same. Nothing really funny. I think to smac ppl quite boring, cuz during our own FO camp bapok night was more wild. The accidental leaking of some hairs we shouldn't be seeing. LOL! Disco night was terrible. Most of the music played when we were in the room, was so foreign. Totally very hard to bring up the mood to dance. The best part is you can lose weight by even standing there, cuz inside was so damn hot, like sauna liddat. LOL! Went back to clubhouse shortly, slept inside there again. Wore my contact lens while sleeping. Woke up the next morning ard 10am. It's still usable. So I continued to wear throughout the whole day 3. hah. Luckily, my eyes didn't have infection or what. Cuz my contact lens is daily one. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, helpers performed our Algorithm. Proud that I remembered all my steps! :D *gives myself a pat at the back* At first thought the camp would end of by singing camp songs together with OCs, GLs and campers. But I think I missed it, cuz I woke up late. Got montage. And debrief. Can see arrows flying to and fro, to and fro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After officially breaking of camp for us, went to makanz at fc5. After eating, had some chit chatting and gossipping with helpers. hah! All of us have a common dislike person. Hah. Can't say it out. In case ppl found out my blog thru' whatever resources. Oh but got one comment was damn funny "First time, I see people bring handbag to camp". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I was glad that I made some friends in this camp, learnt some new games. But ultimately, it's still the making new friends which makes me happy. Hope we will keep in contact with each other and have lunch at any fc when sch reopens. Nazis is love! Missing some moments of this camp :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5060936814924407061?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5060936814924407061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/nazi-oi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5060936814924407061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5060936814924407061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/nazi-oi.html' title='Nazi Oi!'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/StI2ZHcfE8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/05TbKjmhTiU/s72-c/10335_1233062259047_1003872971_749155_6649889_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7212838263309712410</id><published>2009-10-05T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:41:12.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is simple, it’s just not easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/Ssomlf0r37I/AAAAAAAAAHY/G720QITZWUg/s1600-h/eio7zk.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today I was greeted by a tummyache first thing in the morning. Was supposed to meet the clique at 12.30nn. I seriously, got it all planned already. I set my alarm at 10.30am, woke up at 11am. Cuz I take 30mins to get prepared. In the end, I'd woke up at 11am, but I had a hard time in the toilet. Figure that I don't have to elaborate much here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still get to watch 4bia 2. Okay some parts were scary shits. But the ending was like wtf kind. Only the last story, which was freaking hilarious. 2hrs in the cinema, when I came out had to rush down to orchard (really last min) to do my braces. Really can't stand the gap at my front teeth. Anyway, my teeth hurts now (like usual) after the tightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner vanilla creme brulee and tomato soup. But vomitted all the tomato soup out. Don't know what's wrong with my stomach. Slept in the train on my way home. Went to find Didi to collect her baju kurung from her. On top of that, she gave me some hari raya goodies. THANKS FOR SHARING THE FATS! hahaha! Glad to be able to catch up with you like even for a few minutes. Hope next time we can chat more eh! Miss hanging out with you! Our movie date! Don't forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to tuck in soon. Will be away for camp from tomorrow till fri. And I have yet to pack my bag yet! Good luck to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7212838263309712410?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7212838263309712410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-simple-its-just-not-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7212838263309712410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7212838263309712410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-simple-its-just-not-easy.html' title='Life is simple, it’s just not easy.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6587875009570225221</id><published>2009-10-04T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:31:03.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your luck is how you treat people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've survived working for 8 hours, following attending the prep ice camp. Anyway my first four hours was at sembawang shipyard, saw the Naming Ceremony for this new vsl "Neptune Explorer". It was an eye opening experience. Not that I see this everytime or what. First time actually. After the 4 hours, was another 4 hours over at marina barrage, working with more ppl, most of them from smac. Bigger event this time round. Get to do stall, instead of serving drinks and clearing plates and glasses. Did Ice Kacang with An ni. But tiring though, when the queue starts, cuz need to make it fast. Outcome was kns, still ppl eat, cuz it's free! &amp;amp;I realise it's great to be girl! Cuz we get to leave before 10pm. But the guys had to stay to find the missing glasses and plates. They get overtime money though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to sch with Serene and Isaac. We get to rest at clubhouse. Before nightwalk start. So my station will be at the toilet! Hope they don't give me make up or whatsoever. &amp;amp;I seriously hope the nightwalk will be a success. hah! After nightwalk, went to 7-11 to buy snacks. It was easy to go out of the sch, but hard to come in. Had to climb over the fence like a monkey. Cuz I was abit too fat to squeeze thru' the fence's hole. Lepakz at clubhouse, all our gossipping was fucking hilarious! I laughed till I think I created some abs at my tummy area. Slept at clubhouse in the end, instead of moberly. Cuz some ppl stole our sleeping area! Woke up at 12nn. Had lunch, before we gathered. Learnt this agrorhythm march thingy, hahaha. Looked so retarded. Manage to remember some steps, but I get mixed up for the last few steps. Think I will anyhow "bomb" some steps if I still can't remember on the actual camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home totally knocked out. Slept till the next day morning, which is today! OMG, I totally love this morning. Cuz I received a long email from E! Sorry, can't help it, but I teared! Tears of joy, btw, cuz he kept his promise, &amp;amp;so happy to see him doing great ob. Really can't wait to receive his next email :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night went to town, bought a shorts, a black biker jacket and a pair of sandals! Spent like 60bucks. Means half of my hard earn money gone. I think the next time I'll buy the denim vest! Had supper at Al Azhar. Then home it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6587875009570225221?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6587875009570225221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-luck-is-how-you-treat-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6587875009570225221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6587875009570225221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-luck-is-how-you-treat-people.html' title='Your luck is how you treat people.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6216625649901636207</id><published>2009-10-02T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:31:15.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if the "headlines" fit into what I want to say. But anyway I totally feel quite proud to earn some buckeroos thru' being a labour. It wasn't really tough. Just some aching at the left arm. Oh, and today marks the 1st day of me working in the F&amp;amp;B category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, joy of success, cuz I managed to do my job (hopefully I did what I was supposed to do) and I broke one glass only. ONE. Fyi, not saying that everyone will break some glasses on their first day of work. You see, you need to put me in a different category, I've never done something like carrying 2/3/4/5 glasses on a tray before. Now I know how tough it is. It's heavy. After one hour of doing that, if my left arm is not in her L-shaped pose, I'll feel pain. I got freak out awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet by sat night, I'll be soooooooooooooooo drained out. Cuz I'll be working 2 events tomorrow, then I'm heading for prep camp, which most probably give me a maximum of 5 hours of sleep only. Then camp activities after waking up. And work again after camp. I hope I won't faint/fall sick. Sound tough all of a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go start watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S now. Before I head to bed before 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go, I would like to tell something to one of my dearest friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Please think before you speak, and kindly use your freaking mouth to speak instead of your fucking butt. Somehow I feel that you speak through your butt, seriously, where's your brain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hope you know this phrase called "ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS". I damn wish you'd fuck off from my life. You're so irritating+annoying. &amp;amp;you're like a wolf hiding under the sheep's wool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6216625649901636207?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6216625649901636207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-of-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6216625649901636207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6216625649901636207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-of-success.html' title='Joy of success'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6204339972466817558</id><published>2009-10-01T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:48:08.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked what I've found when I googled "SP student died in china"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1008136/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1008136/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just curious, cuz I heard my dad telling me about that since yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6204339972466817558?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6204339972466817558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6204339972466817558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6204339972466817558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/na.html' title='N.A'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7903712042252172947</id><published>2009-10-01T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:18:15.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I've been watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387304546431849266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SsOM8Rrq0zI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9StDGfwHkuk/s400/tumblr_kolzxwIFsq1qzeqvqo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From acquaintances to close friends to lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387304550640535810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SsOM8hXGSQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GE3PY0xEmN0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; is the bridge you build to the one you love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387304564397416194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SsOM9Um_nwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1cwDx4XaH-Q/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm 4 years late, but still you know I know it's never too late! Left 2 more epi before I'm done with season 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387308349833878546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SsOQZqdYHBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9AKiRKi62Bc/s400/nine_o_two_one_o_ver4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very "teen" drama. Don't know if I want to continue to watch it, cuz the whole show is complicated and political. I expect "bitch fights" coming up soon, from the episode I last stopped. Quite bad for the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387308357223930338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SsOQaF_TWeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hmr0haId1Lk/s400/Elizabethtown_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still watching this.&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/6075883768246917922-7903712042252172947?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7903712042252172947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7903712042252172947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7903712042252172947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SsOM8Rrq0zI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9StDGfwHkuk/s72-c/tumblr_kolzxwIFsq1qzeqvqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-1151797177620282794</id><published>2009-09-30T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:16:57.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that at times I feel that some friends are taking me for granted? I fucking hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I had a chance to reincarnate. I don't want to be "Angel" anymore. I want to be someone better than Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being Angel. This character really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-1151797177620282794?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/1151797177620282794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/1151797177620282794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/1151797177620282794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-post.html' title='Bad post.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-325023947026899065</id><published>2009-09-28T21:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:47:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is not a matter of events, it depends upon the tides of the mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why can't I be punctual for something for once. Today I was late for ice camp briefing. Woke up at the time, when they start the briefing. Totally forget to change my alarm, it's still the 6.55am one which was for my ITP. Oh well, still manage to wake up right on the dot, 12nn. Totally uncool. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to elaborate on the helpers training. It's the usual ice breaking game and the camp songs. &amp;amp;during one of the ice breaking game, someone gave me a new name, Ginger. But it was an accident, probably she misheard Angel to Ginger. Hahaha. Oh, and it took us friggin' long to come out with our helpers' team name. Bitches and Bastards, there you go. BBs, ftww! \m/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;I should try to make myself happy. I don't know what have gotten into me recently. Sad is really bad for health. You saw the news? People die because they are heartbroken. &amp;amp;research say depress woman are more likely to have breast cancer. Cuz it's like you're damaging your chest area when you're sad(i don't know how to really explain, but I guess you figure out that when you're sad, you would realise the most painful area, is your chest area). Ya, my chest area is especially pain when I'm sad. Maybe that explains why I wake up breathless most of the time, or being breathless at times. Seriously, that 2 news is freaking me out. Neither do I want to die of a heart attack due to me being heartbroken nor do I want to die slowly, breast cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel gotta be cheerful. Like happy-go-lucky. Should totally stop &lt;em&gt;teding out&lt;/em&gt; (it means overthinking, which is usually the major reason to why I get sad/depress so easily). A phrase which I learnt from HIMYM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-325023947026899065?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/325023947026899065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-seriously-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/325023947026899065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/325023947026899065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-seriously-why.html' title='Happiness is not a matter of events, it depends upon the tides of the mind.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7738042039413514088</id><published>2009-09-27T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:25:54.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When angry, count to four. When very angry, swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today totally suck. Thought I was bring myself to watch the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;final race @cityhall, I mean those you watched from afar kind or through those small holes from the barriers. Though sound pathetic, still you can hear the roaring of engine coming out from those cars. &amp;amp;feel the atmosphere, like the people surrounding you getting high and stuff. However ended, me watching the whole race in front of my tv. The whole day was screwed up by my dad, picking on every single little about me, kept scolding me. FUCK. I hate this kind of life okay. Totally shut myself into a room. Slamming everything to the floor, it's been long since I was that angry and upset. Luckily I didn't injured my fist from hitting the wall. I pretty much wanted to do that, but controlled myself. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lewis Hamilton won. Totally miss those atmosphere happening at cityhall. Must wait till 1 year later. FML FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 days, I was at cityhall. Day 1 of F1 Singapore, I hang out with AFFF, who was late for like hmm, 1 hr. So he paid for my dinner. Thank you. &amp;amp;cuz my friend is working at pastamania, so we got upsized drink and soup for free, and obviously discount for our pasta. But the new cheesy one was rather dry. There was times I could totally taste the nacho cheese. Went to watch F1 at all kinds of place. Then somehow, oh, both of us wore red. Quite coincident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of F1 Singapore. Had dinner @Watami with Julien, Leon &amp;amp;YP. Food was alright, guess they don't have much choices for me. Walked around The Central. Slacked outside The Central, seeing ppl getting stucked in the huge balls, and got either threw up or swing up and down. Seriously, I'll get heart attack if I ever took that. I mean what you expect from a girl who took family rides only when enters theme park. My heart is too weak and puny for those thrilling rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am feeling hungry. Wish I could whip myself a fancy supper. But it's fattening &amp;amp;I'm lazy, plus there's not much in the fridge, cept if I want to eat radish or fruits. Shall perservere and wait till morning. How great if there's someone who is so willing to grab/cook some food for me, when I complain hungry. However, not everyone who does that will make my heart melt. Okay, I sound like I'm some ALMIGHTY. Okay. Seriously should stop. I shall go watch my How I Met Your Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7738042039413514088?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7738042039413514088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-today-totally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7738042039413514088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7738042039413514088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-today-totally.html' title='When angry, count to four. When very angry, swear.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3058095428067769683</id><published>2009-09-24T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:20:19.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an afternoon-mare. It left me sad and angry. I only remember I kept crying in my dream. It was horrible. I feel breathless now &amp;amp;I think I need to eat my panadol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm heading to one of the starbuck to chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-3058095428067769683?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3058095428067769683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-i-had-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3058095428067769683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3058095428067769683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-i-had-afternoon.html' title='The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-8022776320182480089</id><published>2009-09-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:06:37.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your birthday is a special time to celebrate the gift of 'you' to the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7332_139935278317_622813317_2613276.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/7332_139935278317_622813317_2613276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julien turned legal 18 today. The small group of us (as seen in the above pic) had planned a home surprise for her. I guess it went well. hahaha. I was being hidden &amp;amp;anston was being covered by plastic bag. Julien didn't even see him standing behind the door, she thought it was some floating plastic bag. hahaha! After the singing and eating, we were entertained by Kennneth funny convo, the main topic was Serene crying cuz she thought Kenneth didn't message her his new no., earlier on when Anston, her &amp;amp;I went to buy the cake. Okay, damn freaking funny! hahahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we walked over to henderson wave. Was being stopped by police, asking us where we are going and taking down our particulars. It's great to be 18 you know :) Don't need to worry about bumping along the way during the wee hours. They were saying, if it was Ahmad, then they will kick the car. hahahaha. So we slacked and camwhore and slept at henderson wave. While Ah Toon and Chris never stop putting down their stupid PSP for even 1 sec. Being woke up at like 5am, then we walked to bukit merah mac to eat. Had hotcakes. Then we went back to Julien's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked our result at her home. Woohoo! Got an A for my ITP! I'm damn fucking happyyyyyyy! Cuz now my gpa is above 3! SO I MUST WORK HARD! I want to get a degree, cuz this society is about getting a degree or holding many many certificate. Hope I will really work hard, &amp;amp;not feel lazy when school start! Seems like my *angel's innocent face* work huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;Ah Toon kept farting, but it got worse when we reach Julien's home in the morning, like every few minute you can hear a fart sound. He even attempt to divert our attention. It was freaking hilarious, I couldn't stop laughing. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at Serene and Ah Toon* bahahaha, we share this secret. hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PANIC ATTACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-8022776320182480089?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/8022776320182480089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-birthday-is-special-time-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8022776320182480089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/8022776320182480089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-birthday-is-special-time-to.html' title='Your birthday is a special time to celebrate the gift of &apos;you&apos; to the world.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6763794741329803879</id><published>2009-09-22T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:42:17.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please grant my small little wish *inserts angel's innocent face*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year 2 sem 1 results will be out few hours later, to be exact, The actual release date is tomorrow. haha. Anyway, I'm especially anxious to get my result this time round. Because I am fucking looking forward to see an A in my result slips (hopefully). I think I will be abit disappointed or a little surprise if I see a B. Sigh. I really want to pull up my GPA, you know. By getting an A, will increase my accumulative GPA, which will give me motivation to study next semester! I just called my dad, to help me ask about my results. haha. I won't have appetite to eat, if I don't know my result! But actually, I just ate a packet of nasi lemak, I feel that if I don't, I may risk myself of fainting. hahaha! Joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I'm eager to see E's result. I am assigned to tell him his results, hopefully I will bring good news to him! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;lao tian&lt;/em&gt; please &lt;em&gt;bao you wo he ta dou na&lt;/em&gt; A. &lt;em&gt;Xie xie&lt;/em&gt;. I should have went to the temple to pray eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I'm so lazy to play the peeahnooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6763794741329803879?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6763794741329803879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-grant-my-small-little-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6763794741329803879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6763794741329803879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-grant-my-small-little-wish.html' title='Please grant my small little wish *inserts angel&apos;s innocent face*'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5287474806342547238</id><published>2009-09-21T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:14:29.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are like pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up and sometimes they lean on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an impromptu day out with Julien! From just accompanying me to do nails, cuz I felt that my toenails looked horrendous. Gawd. To a whole day out. It's been a few weeks since we went out by ourselves together. Yup, so yesterday was the day. Met Julien @ this nails shop near abc market. Unfortunately, the next available slot is like 7pm. So we decided to head to far east plaza to do my nails. So I did express medi and pedi at the price of 20bucks. Once in awhile, spend this kind of money to "repair my nails", it's alright I guess. Fyi, usually, I don't do nails, cuz I'd rather save and buy something useful, like clothes. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at there for quite long, due to the wait, &amp;amp;then my turn. Yay! I love my colourful fingernails, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yeelloowww&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orangeeee&lt;/span&gt;! &amp;amp;my black toenails. After doing nails, we went to marina square for hotpot culture since I was craving for steamboat sort of food. Still craving for it, even till now. haha! I should control my diet! I want a slimmer tummy and arms and face. Yups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walked topshop &amp;amp;river island. Bought a top from topshop, still thinking of whether to buy that shoes from river island, sigh, hopefully, I find a better &amp;amp;nicer shoes before school start, &amp;amp;of cuz the price must be affordable. Suddenly, feel so lack of money. Cuz no more incoming cash, all is outgoing. Part time job, not sure able to commit totally, as it's confirmed I'll be a helper @ ice camp (HAH! ANSTON! You have companions now ^^). &amp;amp;when school start, I'm not sure if I really want to work. I'd rather spend the time with friends and study over the weekends. Moreover, AFFF only gets to come out during the weekends. BUT no part time, means I've got to eat at home (I don't mind), can't even got shopping. Sigh sigh sighhhh! Ahh, if only they sell clothes as cheap as in bangkok. How great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chit chat @starbuck with Julien. But we didn't order drinks. Think I will restrict myself to drinking starbuck once a week instead. But I DAMN LOVE/ADDICTED TO STARBUCK DRINKS YOU KNOW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/page-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Sorry, I'm such a vainpot, but I really love my nails now! Bahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5287474806342547238?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5287474806342547238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-today-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5287474806342547238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5287474806342547238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-today-was.html' title='Friends are like pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up and sometimes they lean on you.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7488860470257327139</id><published>2009-09-20T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:06:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was awesome with my lovelies! From thinking of drinking only, and to chit chat at ecp. To actually an impromptu picnic, as Liern brought her picnic mat, so I brought some junkies from home, to share the fats with them. haha! Had dinner at bedok hawker centre before heading to ecp. Woah, ECP is overcrowded with ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a spot by the rock, sat awhile, chit chat. &amp;amp;realised the place is infested with not one but a few cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &amp;amp;our dear Liern is super scared of them. So we changed our spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the beach. (lol. Issit even counted as a beach uh? Whatever). haha. Talked anything under the stars, munching on junk food, and gobbling down drinks. When the hige tide is kicking in, we decided to slack at macdonald instead. I had a small cup of fluffy! haha. It was a simple yet nice outing. Didn't have to spend much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=page-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/page-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7488860470257327139?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7488860470257327139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-tonight-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7488860470257327139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7488860470257327139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-tonight-was.html' title='A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4349136907025288135</id><published>2009-09-19T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:50:30.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you expect me to remember your birthday, when you never look any older? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Rapig 20th bday! Somehow I almost typed it as 19th Bday. Cuz he don't look like a 20, seriously. I had to think a few sec, before I realise he is 20 yr old now. Unbelievable. So HAPPY BIRDDAY! You're lucky to not get any carrot this year, as I was sick. Nevermind, there's always next year! hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole thing was held timbre @mt sophia. The atmosphere was good. Pizza was really nice. Oh, &amp;amp;I tried a bit of Bailey Irish Cream, it was nice! Think I'm going to order that in future! Stay till late, like 11plus. Then some went home, some went to eat tau huey, some went geylang serai. Oh, on our way to Plaza Sing, saw this baby, who is so god damn cute! He sneezed! OMG FUCKING CUTEEEEEE! So tiny &amp;amp;round! I feel like squishing him! Bahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;finally I had a cup of starbuck white choc mocha with whip cream, drank it in the bus on my way home. But the drink didn't taste as nice as the one I drank it @vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0065.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4349136907025288135?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4349136907025288135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-you-expect-me-to-remember-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4349136907025288135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4349136907025288135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-you-expect-me-to-remember-your.html' title='How do you expect me to remember your birthday, when you never look any older? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-6275993812140945316</id><published>2009-09-18T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:51:25.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the last day of my attachment @ NOL for about 6 months plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Because of this itp @ this company, it created quite a number of special memories for me. Where should I start. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Alright, let's talk about my department first. Fleet personnel department. It's a small dept with 6 ppl in it (excluding me). My 6 colleagues, have been very nice to me. If they have stuffs to teach me, they would ask me to their desk and teach me. I still rmb when I first came in, one of my colleague took her time out to talk to me what's their dpt doing, some general matters regarding my jobscope. My supervisor at times will tell me about the purpose of doing each assignment. When I first started, I sat at my manager's desk for a week, as he guided me the crew change processes. I must confess, I was really scared when I first came to the office. As I'm afraid of dealing with adults, cuz "different thinking". However it seemed that I was wrong, it appears that my colleagues are freaking lame. I dare say as lame as me. LOL! Thanks for the swatch watch, I really love it. &amp;amp;will wear it as often as possible, so that while I'm studying, it'll remind me to work hard :) &amp;amp;thanks for the nicely made card, which is damn nice! Once again, thanks for the guidance you all had given me. :)(gee, I sounded like I have graduated from sch??) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I want to thank my 2 very very important friends, actually I regard them as my sisters. Cuz this 6 months, we never fail to make each other laugh, made Joan roll her eyes, complain to each other how boring ITP is, &amp;amp;how much we miss sch. &amp;amp;of cuz I won't forget the lunch hours, how we looked forward to 12pm &amp;amp;6pm everyday. LOL! I will definitely miss the hang outs after work, though we still can do that. However it will be called hang outs after school! I loveeee you twooo! MWAHHHHHH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I don't know how to phrase it. But this company, somehow let me to get to know this group of dns peeps better. hah. The ones who're bonded with APL. However, Alex ones said to me "I think ultimately your biggest catch is E". I don't know what to reply. But the answer is quite obvious eh. I'm so going to miss those times, when they come to the office to do documentation etc. &amp;amp;will definitely miss the times, when I had dinner with E after work. Those are the days, when I can actually wake up on time for work. haha. My ITP has ended, and all got vsls for them to sail :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this ITP has changed me. I've got motivation to study, hope it's not a shortlived motivation. haha. Cuz I realised, in this society, holding many many certs is good. Also, I &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; to say, but I think this ITP has made me got abit of "&lt;em&gt;nu ren wei&lt;/em&gt;" ah. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of ITP, leaving the company, &amp;amp;thinking you either won't come back or maybe come back years later when you're employed as a full-timer, it kinds of made me choke with tears. I hope I will be working there in future, after my studies, I really want to see this group of ppl slowly being promoted from cadets to officers to captains :) I want to work with them, &amp;amp;give them good vsls :) I shall work hard for my future! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to celebrate with Liern, along with Brandon, Jeremias and Leon. Went acia in the end, cuz we were too lazy to queue for aston. hah. Dinner was really funny, like till stomach cramp. &amp;amp;I didn't know Brandon can be that funny at times. haha. Leon too, so funny! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-6275993812140945316?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/6275993812140945316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-in-end-its-not-years-in-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6275993812140945316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/6275993812140945316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-in-end-its-not-years-in-your-life.html' title='And in the end it&apos;s not the years in your life that count. It&apos;s the life in your years.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7408636374569410637</id><published>2009-09-16T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:25:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I start? Such an unexpected day today. E is onboard vsl now! His wish finally came true. After 1am, the vsl will start to sail out, &amp;amp;he won't be back to s'pore, till 6 months later. In the past, the vsl will call to s'pore. However, today will be the last time they're calling back to s'pore, as they have changed run. Vsl is going to USA. Maybe he can spend New Year at USA, just as what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have yet to explain the unexpected part. Afternoon, before I went for lunch, went to check my e-mail. God, saw this e-mail which was sent out to the vsl saying 1 more additional cadet joining today, at 2pm, looked down and saw E's name. Like so sudden, yes, they only informed him this morning. Since he soooo wanted to go sailing, guess he must be really happy. Called him immediately to ask abt the whole thing. Kind of happy we didn't talked for a few sec/few mins only. Okay, but need to hang up cuz Kenneth &amp;amp;Ratna was nearing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that I'm attached to this dept, at least I get to see him for one last time, before he sails. Luckily, I did put down my esteem a little, and asked him if he wanted to follow me to ikea 2 days ago, since he was at office. Eventually, went to vivo to eat, tgt with A&amp;amp;H. &amp;amp;slowly we started to chat. Haven't been talking to him for more than a week I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit sad to see him walk out of the office for vsl. Duh, any of my friends who won't be around me for months, I'll be equally sad as well. But the thing is this few months, had dinner together, went arcade together to play, Y2K &amp;amp;basketball! He walked with me to see plane. Invited me to his house, to eat his mummy's thai green laksa. Seriously, hard to not miss those moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to ikea to buy my stuffs. I was kind of lost at ikea, cuz I was alone there. By right, if he haven't sailed yet. We were supposed to go ikea tomorrow. But, I'm independent! :) I managed to use all my strength to lug 7 heavy glasses from ikea to batok. My hands and shoulders almost went numbed. Damn heavy, not kidding okay. Back to batok, I didn't even have the energy to play piano. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;while I was doing nothing at home, earlier on, not putting high hopes on any stuffs. E sms-ed me! I swear I was smiling, like I win a prize from lucky draw. Get to talk to him on the phone. Few hours o/b vsl, &amp;amp;he got lots to say. Can't believe my dad kept interrupting our convo. My dad even told him bon voyage. haha! I hope he rmbs to ring me up/ or even at least send/reply my e-mails. I can't wait to ask him about his sailing trip &amp;amp;how is USA like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7408636374569410637?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7408636374569410637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-world-seems-cold-to-you-kindle-fires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7408636374569410637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7408636374569410637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-world-seems-cold-to-you-kindle-fires.html' title='If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7132827608854245997</id><published>2009-09-15T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:55:19.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is painful that is true not to love is painful too; but there is a greater pain: to love and not be loved again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a farewell lunch from my department. An advance one :) We had it @vivo Crystal Jade. hah. Cuz since I suggested Dim Sum. I ate till I was really bloated. Really thankful to be attached to such a nice department. Honestly, I find that my dpt ppl are lame as well, but lame in a funny way.&lt;img class="gl_align_center" alt="Align Center" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;There's some occassion when they made me laugh during my itp. hah. Oh ya, the bill amounted to 200plus. Woah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Long lunch as well. Can't believe 3 more days, &amp;amp;I'm done with ITP. &amp;amp;it seems like bnj doesn't want me :( Maybe pastamania then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I had my first movie date with Liern!:) We caught "The Time Traveller's Wife" Nice movie. I think I almost teared, but nope the tear didn't fall off from my eyes. I wanna catch more romance movies! &amp;amp;not forgetting 4bia 2! Shop for gifts after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I don't know why, whenever this particular name appears, it just made me sooooooooo (I don't know how to describe). Blah. Time to sleep. G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7132827608854245997?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7132827608854245997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-painful-that-is-true-not-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7132827608854245997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7132827608854245997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-painful-that-is-true-not-to.html' title='Love is painful that is true not to love is painful too; but there is a greater pain: to love and not be loved again'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4203528625113802862</id><published>2009-09-14T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:39:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me how to be happy, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; underagethinkingg&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I'm still happy as last time. I don't know, just that I'm consistently trying to think positively to make myself happy. How pathetic. To make it more obvious, it's like constantly day dreaming of happy things which will never happen in my life, so I'm happy in my dream. But when I'm pulled back to the earth, the feeling is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the above shows what? Time to drink and loosen up. Anyway, I'm legal enough to buy alcohol by myself :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my twitter says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall leave you all with this very nice melody, which I took donkey years to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKzIK8fyu7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKzIK8fyu7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;England seems a nice place :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4203528625113802862?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4203528625113802862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-dont-know-if-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4203528625113802862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4203528625113802862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-underagethinkingg-dont-know-if-im.html' title='Teach me how to be happy, will you?'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-5988121781215301368</id><published>2009-09-13T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:48:27.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is coming to an end soon. And a brand new week. To be exact, my last week in NOL. Got a mixed feeling about my ITP is coming to an end soon. Like finally, 6 months! That's how long I/we have waited for the magical day, 18sept to come. However, cuz we were attached for 6 months, and it makes me a wee bit unbearable to leave the place. Just that, at my age, I still don't quite like working at office 9-6 yet. Anyway, I think I got an idea of what to make for my department :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't been posting for 3 days, so a quick update. On friday, after work was hanging out with Sivien. We went to walk the comex IT fair. Sivien got her red colour I-touch casing. She's damn happy please. However, if not for our "aunty-ness" bet she won't be able to get the red casing. Cuz there was only one left, and this cheena girl also want it. But who cares, she didn't "book" that thing first. Anyway, we walked abit. &amp;amp;decided to go down to starbuck to chill. We bought our drinks and foods. Sat down to eat, drink &amp;amp;chit chat for like one hour plus :) My drinking khaki. haha:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to IT fair with my dad. Bought a canon camera. Hope the quality of the picture is good. Cuz haven't try it out yet. Slack at starbuck. haha. Went to paya lebar with AFFF, to meet the rest. We walked the beeeeeeeeeeeeeg pasar malam @there. Filled with people, very hot indeed. &amp;amp;the cookies/goodies looked very appealing, but quite expensive. Hawker centres were overcrowded. Thus we decided to have our dinner at changi airport popeye instead. Took mrt to airport. At first wanted to have popeye at T3, in the end, we decided to have it at T1, so that we could send Fathin off. Anyway, everything was very impromptu. While walking to popeye @T3, we saw Akila, who told us Fathin was going to Amsterdam for a few months. Since we were at airport, so we went to bid farewell to her. Before, we went to meet her, we had popeyes take away, and eat it at viewing mall. I love the moment eating popeye @ viewing mall, having some funny convo &amp;amp;watching planes, can't really see the planes landing/taking off though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF4207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/DSCF4207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF4213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/DSCF4213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, today, I had a bad dream, which lead to a headache when I woke up. Now I can't stand the pain when I'm having headache, so prone to eating panadol, once I feel the pain. Met AFFF late afternoon @marina square, went to shop for his stuffs, went into topshop/zara many many times. Bahahaha! He ah, so undecisive! Tsktsktsk. At night, met Julien, Yanping &amp;amp;Rapig for dinner @vivo. Walk walk, I left earlier. Bought a grande size White choco mocha with whip cream. Drank it in the bus, while listening to my Yoyo, on my way home. Good way to relax. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go watch abit of my "A lot like love". &amp;amp;then sleep! Toodle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-5988121781215301368?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/5988121781215301368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/conclusion-is-simply-place-where-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5988121781215301368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/5988121781215301368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/conclusion-is-simply-place-where-you.html' title='A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-3931876872455409235</id><published>2009-09-10T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:53:58.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life has a superb cast but I can't figure out the plot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking hot vanilla. Okay, not that hot now.(being random here. hah) Was contented with today. Had lunch with my beloved Joan &amp;amp;Liern @bukit merah. 6mths at ITP. We seriously came to a wit end of what to eat, got tired of AV, harbourfront &amp;amp;anchorpoint. Bukit merah hawker centre is really good, filled with delicious &amp;amp;cheap food. I had char kway teow. We shared bbq-ed rojak. Damn love rojak! While eating rojak, my rubber band which I'm wearing on my teeth, snapped, one at a time. haha. &amp;amp;a cup of apple juice :) Vitamin C! Apple gives vitamin A or C ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I'm re-arranging documents at work. Kind of alot, but good, time pass really fast. Had free chocolate cake from breadtalk. I don't if I can count it as teatime, cuz it was 5pm when I ate that. Maybe I can say it's my appetizer. hah. Somehow was damn full after eating it. And made my fingers so chocolatey, cuz the side are made of hard chocolate, so I must break it in order to eat it. I feel so embarassed for being a messy eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, it's friday tomorrow. And then 1 more week left, before I can say I officially ended my year 2, semester 1. Which means ITP is over for meeeee! Anyway, talking about that, why isn't B&amp;amp;J replying my mail already. Gosh, I wish I can get the job! Really really desperate for a part time job. Another alternative will be working at pastamania with Younini. Hah. Can eat my fave chicken sausage for free everyday, think I can eat till I feel sick. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I want to go enjoy watching my romance movie "definitely, maybe". Anyway, should have ordered some coffee drink instead, feel abit sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-3931876872455409235?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/3931876872455409235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-has-superb-cast-but-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3931876872455409235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/3931876872455409235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-has-superb-cast-but-i-cant.html' title='My life has a superb cast but I can&apos;t figure out the plot.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4832133635810184117</id><published>2009-09-08T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:51:47.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I tell myself to just wait, because Cinderella didn't find her prince. Until the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13805316_343067_cRbU67X5bbvS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/13805316_343067_cRbU67X5bbvS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope I'm not too late to realise that "The Holiday" is actually a nice movie. Made me weeps abit. Well, if I'm in the movie, I think I play the role "Iris", who's stuck in the unrequited love. Important part is eventually she managed to get out of that "crisis".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un⋅re⋅quit⋅ed- not returned or reciprocated: unrequited love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. But I rather play the role of Amanda, cuz she gets to fall in love with Graham, who is played by Jude Law. At the same time, Graham loves Amanda too. I need to digress, JUDE LAW IS FUCKING HOTTTT! Omg, I think Ryan Reynold will hold the runner-up place in my "Top 10 ang moh, Angel is going gaga". But then I only found 2, Jude Law and Ryan Reynold, for the moment. I just check the net, so going to catch "Sherlock Holmes" which is coming up in cinema soon. JUDE LAW IS IN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, movie is a movie. Seems like movies are just like fairytale stories. Okay most of the movies. Cuz they got happy ending. Which makes you bawl and goes "awwww".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how is it like to be in love. I bet I haven't taste that sort of happiness before. I need to confess, I have never been in a serious relationship before. I look forward to one in future :) Hope so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp;btw, I never think myself as a CINDERELLA okay. (just for your info). It's just that, that quote which I happened to find on the net, suits what I am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4832133635810184117?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4832133635810184117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-tell-myself-to-just-wait-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4832133635810184117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4832133635810184117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-tell-myself-to-just-wait-because.html' title='And I tell myself to just wait, because Cinderella didn&apos;t find her prince. Until the end.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-2477821905680995066</id><published>2009-09-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:51:07.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DECLARE RYAN REYNOLD, MY NEW IDOL!(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have found one guy to swooooon. RYAN REYNOLD! He's damn handsome can. The moment I watched "The Proposal" I had a love at first sight &lt;s&gt;with&lt;/s&gt; on him. Aww, how I wish I was Scarlette Johasson, who is happily married with Ryan Reynold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photo_05_008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i535.photobucket.com/albums/ee357/mytooth/photo_05_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See see, how can you resist of not idolising him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal was great! Awesome romantic comedy movie. Just as what Joan had commented. It was freaking funny, almost laughing throughout the whole movie. Watched with Julien. Our 2nd movie together, by ourselves. Oh, and today was our so-called "blue dates". Wore blue, kind of match the day, Monday blues. However, sadly, forget to snap some pictures. It's okay there's lots more of monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally had lunch with Liern and Joan. Last week, was the first time throughout my ITP of not having lunch with Joan for a week. hah. Oh, &amp;amp;I think I will be getting a part time job soon. Ben n jerry! The hr replied my e-mail. Hopefully I'm hired. Can work to kill time, at the same time earn some buckeroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I think I should start giving my stuffs name. They say you'll get attached to things, if you name them. Hmm. haha. That's what I heard from Monster Inc. I think tomorrow after work, I feel like pampering myself with a cup of hot drink from some cafe in vivo. Sit, relax and read my novel. Guess I shall do that tomorrow. Shall go sleep now :) Last but not least, how come recently, it seems hard to find nice wallpaper of singer/actor/actress. I find lots of icons, but not wallpaper. Ggrrr. &amp;amp;I should start reading fml.com again. It's been 2 days, since I last read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-2477821905680995066?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/2477821905680995066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-declare-ryan-reynold-my-new-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2477821905680995066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/2477821905680995066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-declare-ryan-reynold-my-new-idol.html' title='I DECLARE RYAN REYNOLD, MY NEW IDOL!(:'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4985476299845659454</id><published>2009-09-06T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:08:50.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I haven't been updating regularly. Yeah. Was very tired recently. Could just fall asleep by just lying on bed. Maybe it's due to the cold weather, which is making the bed extra comfortable(?). Nice weather, but I think the thunder is totally redundant. Today early in the morning, while my mum was rushing to the kitchen to keep the clothes, she accidentally cuz the fish tank to fall, and the glass shattered into gazillions tiny pieces. Gosh, luckily, there wasn't any fishy inside. If not, imagine they dying of a terrible death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the noon, I went out with AFFF to vivo, get some stuffs. At the same time, surprise Julien at work once again. I think I'm not considering to work at toys r us. I do not want to have to work full day on either a saturday or sunday. And mop the whole huge damn shop. The crowd on weekends kind of scares me too. 9am to 11pm plus, is no joke man. Just asked my friend to help me check out for pastamania. Hopefully they need part timer! Anyway, spent money again, bought a dress from f21. Just can't resist the temptation of not buying it. Currently, still feel like buying a pair of shoes from River Island, and a black pump from topshop. I'm afraid I will turn into a shopoholic. Sighhhhhh. I spent to make myself feel happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went for my tightening. Blue colour this time round. Had lunch at shokudo @heeren. Food was delish and filling. Love the grill chicken omu rice. The egg is quite fluffy :) In the noon, went to marina barrage. Didn't fly kite, more to camwhoring and chatting and sheltering ourselves from the sweltering hot sun. Left at 5pm for amk to meet KJ for prawning. My first time prawning. At times makes me sleepy, as I looked down at the ripple forming on the water. I think I caught 2 prawns. Altogether we caught 18 prawns. Bbq-ed eat and ate it. Luckily we have KJ who is experienced and pro in prawning, &amp;amp;of cuz entertaining us. hahaha! The rest came later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SqPc6AEqgFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fF67vDuNjgo/s1600-h/7332_130025913317_622813317_2494074_220150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378385269020590162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SqPc6AEqgFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fF67vDuNjgo/s320/7332_130025913317_622813317_2494074_220150_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SqPc644ySsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JHb60v10PnA/s1600-h/DSCF4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378385284271590082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SqPc644ySsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JHb60v10PnA/s320/DSCF4186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went to vivo with Chris and Ah Toon to surprise Julien at work. Quite a simple outing. Surprise, had dinner, lepakz at rooftop garden. And thursday eating dinner with Serene and Ah Toon at Kampong Glam Cafe, this time round, didn't finish my fave roti john cheese. Oh bought my hurs bag and shades. I so so so love my hurs bag, shall give her a name, since she will be going thru' thick and thin with me. Hmmm, Chloe seems suitable. hah. Chloe it shall be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night to the not-so-friendly-world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4985476299845659454?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4985476299845659454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-master-key-which-opens-gates-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4985476299845659454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4985476299845659454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-master-key-which-opens-gates-of.html' title='Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/SqPc6AEqgFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fF67vDuNjgo/s72-c/7332_130025913317_622813317_2494074_220150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4137429499100349514</id><published>2009-09-02T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:11:35.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a serious mental disease.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring day at work. Seriously can't wait for attachment to end. Totally feel damn moodless to go to work, zero motivation. Can you imagine how tough is that? And I still need to bear for like 2 weeks plus. Why I feel moodless? Of cuz there's a reason behind it. I mean there's some problems in my tiny life. Like I'm stuck in between in a situation. If only I am able to pour out to my toiletbowl, and after pouring out, flush the toiletbowl, &amp;amp;all my troubles are *poof* gone. I seriously won't mind talking to a toilet bowl. hah. But kinda weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I expected some stuffs which will happen today. Obviously got some tears in my eyes. But I'm cool after that. Feel abit fuck up at some point of time. I think karma, for closing the lift door without waiting for my neighbour. But I was rushing for time, and he still took his own sweet time walking to the lift, I did hint him. If I wasn't rushing I would wait. Anyway, I've learnt this phrase called the "a tit for tat". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Ah Toon Tan. He made me wait for like 45 mins! But as a friend, I understand, it takes a bit longer for him to walk than those normal human. Had dinner at clementi. I think it was a wrong choice to order that curry rice. Didn't taste as nice as I thought it would be. Should have ordered Pontian Wanton Mee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't know why some ppl ain't contented with their lives, when they have all the essential "items" in their lives already. I don't see which part of you will get you upset or have trouble in. No, not saying that, I have all rights to be not contented. Cuz I know there are more people out there, having worser situation than me. I have been trying very hard to overcome this so called "recession" period of mine. Just that all these takes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you like promise breakers? Cuz I totally dislike them. One must be nuts to be okay with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4137429499100349514?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4137429499100349514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-serious-mental-disease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4137429499100349514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4137429499100349514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-serious-mental-disease.html' title='Love is a serious mental disease.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-889493037744406043</id><published>2009-09-01T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:13:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't wait for success, so I went ahead without it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the weather was rather cooling and comfy. If only, I could sleep longer. But work always force me to wake up at 7am plus. Sigh. Less than 3 more weeks, and I'm finally done! But by then, hopefully, I get my toys r us part time job. I don't want to be a couch potato, rot at home doing nothing during the 1 month vacation. I used to agree with one of my friend saying "Why work so hard now, when you grow up you can slog like hell". Somehow now I disagree in what he had said. I think I would rather slog hard now, &amp;amp;maybe when I grow up, I will face lesser financial issue? Of cuz this will only work, if I save &amp;amp;spent wisely on my salary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was a bit of a terrible day for me, had to withstand headache since the moment I woke up. &amp;amp;the best part was I forget to bring panadol on my way out. Luckily, Liern had a box of panadol in her drawer. If not, I guess my brain will just explode like a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, due to not feeling well. Then after dinner, I went to shop for groceries with my papa @ shop n save. Now I won't be scared that I will be freaking hungry like a pig. Instead, I'm worry that I'll be as fat as a pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, should sleep now. Night world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-889493037744406043?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/889493037744406043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-couldnt-wait-for-success-so-i-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/889493037744406043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/889493037744406043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-couldnt-wait-for-success-so-i-went.html' title='I couldn&apos;t wait for success, so I went ahead without it.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4560143373248107875</id><published>2009-08-31T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:37:35.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 6 months of ITP, today is one of the day I woke up the latest! 8.07am still at bukit batok, still lying on the bed! When I need to be at work at alexandra road (you know how inconvenient it is, got to change to a bus in order to reach there) at freaking 9am! I did everything at lightning speed. But didn't bathe, cuz seriously no time already. I wash my face and brush my teeth though. Ran from home to mrt. Okay, abt 10mins late. Can say quite busy day today. Not say over-busy, but busy enough to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finger food for lunch, think can lose abit weight I suppose. hah. Bla bla bla. At night, was watching Final Destination 4 3D with Sivien. Oh, I need to digress that finally I did something 18, watching a M18 movie in a cinema! Ever since july 14, I have yet to do some legal 18 stuffs. 1 off the list. Back to the topic, omg, damn gross! All the accidents that happen, ahh, fucking disgusting. From bloods splattering to intestine, liver all burst out. Yucks. I kept on covering my eyes and ears. But I still watched okay. Oh, it's better to watch 3D for this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy that the movie finally ended. No more gross scenes. Went to toys r us to find Julien. At the same time, went to apply for part time. hah. Don't know will get chosen anot. Just pray hard. Need some kachings. After that, went to pacific coffee company to buy chillino, they didn't have choc mint, so I settled with vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4560143373248107875?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4560143373248107875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-three-words-i-can-sum-up-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4560143373248107875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4560143373248107875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-three-words-i-can-sum-up-everything.html' title='In three words I can sum up everything I&apos;ve learned about life. It goes on...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-4690587801415548313</id><published>2009-08-30T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:14:39.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up not cause you still have tomorrow to try. But because you may not have a tomorrow to try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally I met AFFF, after about like 2 weeks of not seeing him! Miss our clique's horse damn loads! He got hair now! haha! Met at town, cuz the horse want to buy flipflops. As usual, guess he will be late, so I was late too. But we arrived almost the same time, just that I arrived few minutes before him. He know the flipflop he wants to buy. Unfortunately, cine's num didn't carry his size. So they reserved a pair for him @tampines 1. Walked around heeren's num too. In the end, I bought a yellow sandal from num unexpectedly. Fwah! No 20% off :( But still buy it. Shall wear to sch everyday, during sem 2!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After heeren, take mrt to tampines. Chatted alot while on the train. Walked around tampines 1, while waiting for Julien &amp;amp;Chris to come. I think I damaged a cup cover at action city. So we quickly left. hah. Why is it that all malls have a rooftop garden. But tampines 1 rooftop garden is like shit. Finally AFFF went into the NUM flip flop shop. He didn't know to buy white or black one. I supported black! But he wanted white. So we waited for Julien and Chris to come, and asked for their opinion. While waiting, I tried many flipflop, in the end, once again, saw something I like. This time a yellow SLIPPERS. From wanted to buy to damn wanted to buy. In the end, bought it. &amp;amp;AFFF bought a white haviana in the end. 20% off this time. Change to my new yellow slippers! Make me so happy to see my yellow slippers. Yellow makes you happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Julien and Chris at Kim Gary. After dinner, walked around tampines mall. Then went home with Julien. Glad to have Julien as my bestfriend, cuz she never fail to give up on cheering me up. She seems to be the only one, who can stand my moodswing, and not voicing out. She always give hopes and advices to me. Unfortunately, this time round, I have decided to be who I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp;had a bit of catching up with didi bestfriend today thru' sms :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'm watching Final Destination 4 3D with Sivien tomorrow! &amp;amp;I can't wait! Believe it or not, my first time watching Final Destination. Found it interesting, only after Liern told me about the storyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hope I can get a part time job, to support in my spending fund (but will save some for future. hah). Hopefully I get toys r us or ben n jerry! If not maybe after attachment, I may apply for awfully chocolate cake. It's time for me to slowly learn to be independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I won't be going to tokyo. BUT HOKKAIDO in december! It's winter again, baby! HOKKAIDO HERE I COMEEEEEEE! This tells me, time to scrimp and save too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-4690587801415548313?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/4690587801415548313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-give-up-not-cause-you-still-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4690587801415548313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/4690587801415548313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-give-up-not-cause-you-still-have.html' title='Never give up not cause you still have tomorrow to try. But because you may not have a tomorrow to try.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-963337916926797496</id><published>2009-08-30T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:12:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Sivien and I went to expo to visit the travel fair! I think we really made full use of the 3 bucks (entrance fee) to ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;travel agent to travel agent regarding the tour etc. Collected many many brochures too. Gosh, really can't wait for december to come. Most likely, will be hitting tokyooooo! UNIVERSAL STUDIO &amp;amp;DISNEYLAND (I WILL BUY MY MICKEY EARS HAIRBAND!) &amp;amp;will visit mt fuji (i heard staying at the resort too). It'll be winter over there, but don't think we can get the chance to ski, miss skiing. &amp;amp;will be taking Airbus A330 when coming back from SIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I would be able to visit tokyo this year! Need to take a break from this horrible place for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the travel fair, we went to the food fair too! Bought takoyaki, the service from the person was bad. We also tried bulgogi rice cake (first time trying that!),&amp;amp;shared a bowl of thai sharkfin, which I personally thinks it is much better than those served at restaurant and hotel. We also take a look at the adidas warehouse sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went to eat with Julien, Yanping, Qilin, Chris and Kenneth @ marina food loft. It's my first and last time eating that curry chicken noodle. The service is bad too, I said don't want taugeh, in the end, the person still put. &amp;amp;I told him again. Normally, they will just throw that bowl, and make a new one for you. But he just took out the taugeh, and there's still taugeh inside. I think he's blind. Fucked-up service. I eat until I almost vomit out. After dinner, lepak at along the marina square staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn wanted to buy something to make myself happy. In the end, I decided to save the remaining 7bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-963337916926797496?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/963337916926797496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/learn-from-yesterday-live-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/963337916926797496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/963337916926797496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/learn-from-yesterday-live-for-today.html' title='Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075883768246917922.post-7070294515947441559</id><published>2009-08-30T04:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:13:39.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are the sunshine of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear underagethinkingg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of using LJ, xanga, back to using blogger! Don't know how long this blog will last, we shall see. But all I know is it feels so impossible to post a proper entry at my current LJ. &amp;amp;I don't know if I'm able to be what I used to be anymore. Don't be surprise, if I don't really talk much now. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night saw me having dinner with Sivien and Julien @Marche. I miss eating Marche's rosti super lots! Still my must-eat @marche! Share chicken breast with mashed potato with Julien. "The meat is very juicy, best &lt;s&gt;chest&lt;/s&gt; breast I have ever eaten" as quoted by Julien. haha. Sivien treated us Sprite. We all shared the big glass of sprite, &amp;amp;chat chat chat. Left the place, &amp;amp;went to shop at F21! Omg, spend 61buckeroos at there. Bought a racer-back tee with Julien and Sivien! (all of us very steady. hehehe). Mine is "peace", Julien is "hope", Sivien is "imagine". Liern, we didn't forget you, you want "peace", "hope" or "imagine". haha. Beside the racer-back tee, I bought a yellow dress as well:) Oh, we bumped onto Shidah @f21. Chatted for quite awhile, till her friend came out of the changing room. Paid for the clothes. Home it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today is my mama's bday! HAPPY BDAY MAMA! YOU'VE BEEN A GREAT MAMA! THOUGH ABIT NAGGY AT TIMES :x YEA, LOVE YOU TRUCKLOADS ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I will be visiting the travel fair @ expo with Sivien! I'm helping my papa to collect brochures later on! I can't wait for december to come. Papa told me most likely we'll spend x'mas abroad:) Seriously, time to save for vacation! Oh, am applying job too. Hopefully can get in, so I can keep myself occupied, and earn extra kachings to spend &amp;amp;save. &amp;amp;dinner with Julien etc(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075883768246917922-7070294515947441559?l=underagethinkingg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/feeds/7070294515947441559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-are-sunshine-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7070294515947441559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075883768246917922/posts/default/7070294515947441559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underagethinkingg.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-are-sunshine-of-life.html' title='Friends are the sunshine of my life.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10578146479335425214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FRQzxhUp0Fw/TExvqvgozAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/LQv21nipYiI/S220/Picture+0178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
