<?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-3918204181122150382</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:17:07.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cjmin :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2076835396339979182</id><published>2010-01-03T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:24:34.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is really goodbye. I am no longer going to be blogging here anymore, which makes this the official last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone for reading my blog, to the people who helped me start my blog two and a half years ago, to the people who tagged and lastly, thank &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;for reading what I have to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop blogging indefinitely. Anyway, my blog has been stagnant for quite a while now. Maybe I'll come back after my O levels. Then again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I sincerely wish you luck in whatever you do. Take care and Godspeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2076835396339979182?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2076835396339979182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2076835396339979182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2849580081524106672</id><published>2009-12-31T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:28:02.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine</title><content type='html'>I meant is as Fine as in finish in I don't know what launguage and not "fine" as in ir's a fine day. Okay, I'm not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last day of 2009, 2hours or so until 2010. Many things happened in 2009. (I am sooooo generic. I do realise generic is Mrs Koh's favourite word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd last show watched in 2009: Sherlock Holmes (dry, British humour)&lt;br /&gt;Last show watched in 2010: Avatar (quite cool, I guess. But the blue was beyond freaky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I really, really, really hope my dad will agree to fork out for the Italy trip. Please, please, please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2010 be the year where I do not go bald and go crazier than I am now due to all the stress and pressure from the -eep!- O levels. Gah, whatever. I'll probably slack until the last minute, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2849580081524106672?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2849580081524106672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2849580081524106672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/12/fine.html' title='Fine'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6717879455884102566</id><published>2009-12-22T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:35:18.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postmortem</title><content type='html'>I really should be at the gym right now. Really really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910077613223842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SzBIgqElL6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/1XGV54kQns0/s320/Picture+227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SzBIgSeKQ4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Axghh1GSfVQ/s1600-h/IMGP2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910071278060418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SzBIgSeKQ4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Axghh1GSfVQ/s320/IMGP2676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910061664295746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SzBIfuqD20I/AAAAAAAAAP0/mvP9n71RvG8/s320/IMGP2680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910069758844130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SzBIgMz83OI/AAAAAAAAAP8/E_UjiJm75-I/s320/IMGP2681.JPG" /&gt;The Indian Ocean. You can see how blue it is, even through my lousy camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910055472118834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SzBIfXluvDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2kTLvRUHVCo/s320/IMGP2699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the black stain on the tip of my left Nike? I wasn't looking and my foot dipped into this hole with steam engine oil when crossing the train tracks. Nevertheless, I HEART MY NIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do my pictures look so blur? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this Friday. My favourite holiday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was reading the papers and they said that Santa's BMI was "dangerously high" and he's obese. Thus making him a "public-health hazard". Well, that comes as no surprise seeing as he's hibernating the whole year and when he does wake up to deliver presents, he's eating cookies and drinking milk. He should definitely shed a few pounds but personally, I would rather a chubby, cuddly Santa than some hunky, abs-y, sex symbol Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6717879455884102566?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6717879455884102566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6717879455884102566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/12/postmortem.html' title='Postmortem'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SzBIgqElL6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/1XGV54kQns0/s72-c/Picture+227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8287810461567867600</id><published>2009-12-05T21:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:19:26.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wombie Zombies</title><content type='html'>Hello! Spent the last week or so in Perth, Australia. Now, a lot of you are gonna say, "Perth, so boring!" Hoho, but I beg to differ. I would rather the word "relaxing". There's actually a lot of things to see if you know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After 1.5hours or so...]&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, it's so damn hard to put the photos in order! So I'm not gonna bother anymore. Photos are in random order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412105829073359570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxupk7S9EtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RWKNd8A3gbs/s320/IMGP2668.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Couldn't figure out what "S.O.Y." stood for... until the seagull pooped on my cousin's jacket. (S.O.Y.= Shit On You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxupkij4I8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dyOSHnBmjUI/s1600-h/IMGP2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412105822433452994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxupkij4I8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dyOSHnBmjUI/s320/IMGP2667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omg, damn good seafood. No wonder I gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxupkQT4M-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/-zsOygVsJWA/s1600-h/IMGP2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412105817534510050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxupkQT4M-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/-zsOygVsJWA/s320/IMGP2664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Australia has this super cool system where you order your food then they give you this disc-like thingy which will beep when your food is ready. It sucks when you're so hungry and you're just like, willing the bloody thing to beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxupkH0-tpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oD3o8LlaZiA/s1600-h/IMGP2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412105815257429650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxupkH0-tpI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oD3o8LlaZiA/s320/IMGP2662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412104684312973794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxuoiSuz0eI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zSWJwrD8q5c/s320/IMGP2661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412104682292447602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxuoiLNFCXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/EGn6nTA4H-w/s320/IMGP2657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412104675563578354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxuohyIyo_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/ojla2_sN9mY/s320/IMGP2645.JPG" /&gt;Mini castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412104671495981442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxuohi_ACYI/AAAAAAAAATs/6a57Bc3wsBE/s320/IMGP2641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxuohRf39jI/AAAAAAAAATk/x878R5yUTPc/s1600-h/IMGP2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412104666802026034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxuohRf39jI/AAAAAAAAATk/x878R5yUTPc/s320/IMGP2633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Port of Fremantle. We went on a weekday cos my uncle also wanted to go but all the shops were closed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412103969213950050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxun4qx6qGI/AAAAAAAAATc/fZERsWvhMfk/s320/IMGP2630.JPG" /&gt;Outside the Maritime Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412103965855925170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxun4eRTQ7I/AAAAAAAAATU/YbYxP0b0Rgs/s320/IMGP2625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412103958476057618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxun4CxzbBI/AAAAAAAAATM/kZU8LFHbc20/s320/IMGP2623.JPG" /&gt;Favourite picture ever. Taken by me. After I found out how to use the macro funtion in my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxun35Prm0I/AAAAAAAAATE/LMsq3uh8zJ0/s1600-h/IMGP2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412103955917019970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxun35Prm0I/AAAAAAAAATE/LMsq3uh8zJ0/s320/IMGP2618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412103951335975698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxun3oLeaxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/M-4SUdphcso/s320/IMGP2621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412102501648105826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxumjPq9AWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3KfUzpv2XtA/s320/IMGP2615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412102492047117170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxumir55i3I/AAAAAAAAASs/OZgmZJFmnEk/s320/IMGP2614.JPG" /&gt;The Barbarian Platter (AUS$50). I am not kidding. In case you didn't know, it tastes f-ing fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxumiSdQcZI/AAAAAAAAASk/ftMSm6OyEbs/s1600-h/IMGP2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412102485216096658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxumiSdQcZI/AAAAAAAAASk/ftMSm6OyEbs/s320/IMGP2613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412102480547977666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxumiBESmcI/AAAAAAAAASc/UomjF5YQEpc/s320/IMGP2612.JPG" /&gt;Wine cellars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412102479750027506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxumh-GC2PI/AAAAAAAAASU/kfGhfqsP6os/s320/IMGP2604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Caversham Wildlife Park (where there was a gazillion flies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101557260131762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulsRjUHbI/AAAAAAAAASM/kfsF8MDMbns/s320/IMGP2595.JPG" /&gt;This lazy koala yawned at me when I pointed the camera at him! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulsKE3wgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Zr4u8ouy2Lo/s1600-h/IMGP2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101555253395970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulsKE3wgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Zr4u8ouy2Lo/s320/IMGP2586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101550695183618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxulr5GG9QI/AAAAAAAAAR8/lAhgZWEZDfs/s320/IMGP2581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101544489560962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxulrh-kq4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/wWGRtyxNpQI/s320/IMGP2583.JPG" /&gt;Every sort of action possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulP3TmgvI/AAAAAAAAARs/yyW7JlRZtbI/s1600-h/IMGP2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101069178569458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulP3TmgvI/AAAAAAAAARs/yyW7JlRZtbI/s320/IMGP2568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt: Min! Come &amp;amp; see the &lt;strong&gt;cockpit&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:- laugh until the stupid flies nearly flew into my mouth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101064019270946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulPkFh3SI/AAAAAAAAARk/elN6CpS6-aU/s320/IMGP2571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101061438576418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulPaePlyI/AAAAAAAAARc/WGaPZU_fdLY/s320/Picture+167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulOxFPktI/AAAAAAAAARU/EtQQwuecrnU/s1600-h/IMGP2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101050327864018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulOxFPktI/AAAAAAAAARU/EtQQwuecrnU/s320/IMGP2563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulOQS2b-I/AAAAAAAAARM/1fmn61RgQMo/s1600-h/IMGP2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101041526566882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxulOQS2b-I/AAAAAAAAARM/1fmn61RgQMo/s320/IMGP2561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kangaroo poop everywhere. It's unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412099482052270194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujzezNGHI/AAAAAAAAARE/P1OE2rk9eg8/s320/IMGP2559.JPG" /&gt;Kangaroo feeding the baby. Do not think sick.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujzB3ij9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/koLRFJYAdUY/s1600-h/IMGP2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412099474285826002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujzB3ij9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/koLRFJYAdUY/s320/IMGP2546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412099468816695058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujytfmPxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7nxWsoWl0YQ/s320/IMGP2540.JPG" /&gt; Super nice sunset as seen from my cousin's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycling around the swan river:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412098747556901346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujIul3MeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/JIENKKjCnD8/s320/IMGP2535.JPG" /&gt;Spot the moon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujIGc_NiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jdoKHtCAY1I/s1600-h/IMGP2534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412098736782259746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujIGc_NiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jdoKHtCAY1I/s320/IMGP2534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool house with nice red vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412098734477208594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujH93a7BI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IpvY6OQTDWo/s320/IMGP2527.JPG" /&gt;Where the super rich stay.... they can park their yacht in their front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujHRUezeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Xp4bRV-B2FA/s1600-h/IMGP2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412098722519502306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujHRUezeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Xp4bRV-B2FA/s320/IMGP2523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my (new) slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412098713885338834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxujGxJ77NI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0Un9tWyXwdg/s320/IMGP2521.JPG" /&gt;Weird clouds. The clouds in Austrlia is kick-ass/gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097312413287858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxuh1MQ9hbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RlcSphzkc7M/s320/IMGP2518.JPG" /&gt;Cool graffiti I spotted while walkign around.... Williams Street.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097296408444690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxuh0QpG_xI/AAAAAAAAAPk/crhU41g6jJg/s320/IMGP2509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Triple Chocolate Deluxe which melted in no time under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097285774658850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxuhzpB0TSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MIi14kxO8PM/s320/IMGP2503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412097302285039282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxuh0miMtrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/huD-G19p_4s/s320/IMGP2513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunset as seen from the balcony, overlooking the city centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411750343493528082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxpmQ8UHqhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JdHWi9SRTaM/s320/IMGP2434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411750349161524530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxpmRRbebTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0hjQmItLn8s/s320/IMGP2438.JPG" /&gt;Just coming out from airport. Told you they had super nice clouds. :D It's like from Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411751092039130114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxpm8g3THAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yT_fhgNruMQ/s320/IMGP2451.JPG" /&gt; Sunset taken from carpark after grocery shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411751107389670530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxpm9aDJxII/AAAAAAAAAPM/QkQmQuW8oO0/s320/IMGP2502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411751096347801346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxpm8w6kNwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/l50A6xoOHJk/s320/IMGP2483.JPG" /&gt;In Australia, this huge octopus ends up in an aquarium. In Japan, it ends up in your dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from apartment hotel balcony. Over looking Swan River and on the left, city centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411750366941508386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxpmSTqjcyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/pB5D7qvemto/s320/IMGP2441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411750359065481538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxpmR2Uw0UI/AAAAAAAAAOc/O-sx6a2zLxo/s320/IMGP2442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411750354032245314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SxpmRjkvukI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PHMDk02HZK4/s320/IMGP2511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. Gosh, I'm super tired. Had Bullet Proof today. Was fun, running around &amp;amp; shooting liek a maniac. Too bad we could only paly 2 games. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8287810461567867600?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8287810461567867600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8287810461567867600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/12/wombie-zombies.html' title='Wombie Zombies'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sxupk7S9EtI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RWKNd8A3gbs/s72-c/IMGP2668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8124037615459799495</id><published>2009-11-25T18:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:12:22.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Boom Bam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981809399166354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0CzY0C9ZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/h88lzNp6Dx4/s320/IMG_0130-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal &amp;amp; I at the Genting Convention Centre. Man, I'll never forget those 5 days rooming with her. :DD [taken from her blog- &lt;a href="http://kookypeople.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://kookypeople.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one whole day of back-breaking packing, I am so tired &amp;amp; so ready to go Down Under. ;DDD Can't wait. Aaah, apparently the weather there is really warm &amp;amp; guess what? Sunrise is at......5.03am! How can I sleeeeeeeep in???? Never mind, that's why eye masks are invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be kicking my ass off in taekwondo now but when I went there, I realise that it's sparring class. &gt;:( So obviously I came back home. I'm not gonna risk hurting myself &amp;amp; frankly, I'm too tired to be running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please DO NOT SMS ME from tomorrow onwards until the end of next week cos my phone bill from November is already very high from al the calling in Genting. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures to share with you all, taken from nymag.com. Featuring Asian models. Most are off-runway photos but the last two are from Vogue or some other magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981150764277682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0CNDNQH7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/32bcTTozPw8/s320/djuan_09febbs_ds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for Starbucks too. She's probably having a tall, skim, dry sugar-free vanilla cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981803193621682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0CzBsh3LI/AAAAAAAAAN0/4t7kwaiDs-8/s320/spei_08octbs_vivi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite picture of all. (: She looks like she wants to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981460888384242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0CfGgmcvI/AAAAAAAAANk/kg4oCXkFARg/s320/lwen_09septbs_mcq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981457010894626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0Ce4EIpyI/AAAAAAAAANc/H9CiWTGGIhw/s320/lwen_09febbs_vivir2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981441096326370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0Cd8xznOI/AAAAAAAAANE/genikP25Q-A/s320/djuan_09febbs_jwu2.jpg" /&gt;Contrasts, contrasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981453012315346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0CepKzLNI/AAAAAAAAANU/C6iQ869A9GY/s320/hjin_06oct_iv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407981445106827362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0CeLt_AGI/AAAAAAAAANM/qwmHyYgLcT0/s320/dkim_09aug_bv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8124037615459799495?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8124037615459799495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8124037615459799495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/11/bang-boom-bam.html' title='Bang Boom Bam!'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sw0CzY0C9ZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/h88lzNp6Dx4/s72-c/IMG_0130-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8006602395043739466</id><published>2009-11-21T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:13:39.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From High</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiii. I'm back from my 5D4N trip to Genting Highlands with the choir. It was a mad load of fun &amp;amp; laughter &amp;amp; also standing till my legs were gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaw, Crystal &amp;amp; I got like the room that was furthest from the lift. It was the 3rd last room from the 22nd floor and the tinted purple window + green "EXIT" sign made the room glow very eerily. But the room is really small but cosy. Most importantly, it's clean. But the view from teh window in fantastic. Just draw the curtain and u can see into about 6 other rooms. The room directly opposite, the room above it, the rooms next to it, the rooms below it. You get the idea. I bet if I stretched my hands out &amp;amp; the other person also did that, we could shake hands. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at the mall next door. I found out there was a MANGO factory outlet there &amp;amp; all of us ran up &amp;amp; chionged like mad. Guess what? I FINALLY FOUND MY LINEN YOGA PANTS!! Only RM33, from Mango! I's damn long &amp;amp; I need to alter it. but it's so prettyyyyy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went down to Diesel to buy a jeans that was 50% off. I swear, there's like this mad sale there, man. Diesel jeans at RM59.95?! Un-be-liev-able. Oh, &amp;amp; I bought Glamour magazine from the news stand at like RM21? T'hat's the most expensive thing I bought. But it's worth it cos it's so thick &amp;amp; the pictures are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the 1st night's performance wasn't that good. I tihnk cos everyone was nervous &amp;amp; alot of people didn't know their scores well. But the last night's performance wasn't bad. Duh, 4 MasterClasses and tiring sectionals later... Somehow, some people started becoming crazy about Mr MAC, one of the clinicians and like, scared him by jumping &amp;amp; enthusiastically asking him to take pictures. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the performance, us girls (Sara without the 'h', Kylie, me, Crystal, Indah, Alita, Hui Min, Yuan Yi, Wei Ying) decided to pull a prank on the guys. They were so scared when we wanted to know their room numbers. So we decided to call &amp;amp; make sure they were in their rooms &amp;amp; unsurprisingly, they were all huddled in one room. The call was damn funny. Ridhwan's falsetto was damn high and I started speaking Thai like some auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we knew all the guys were in one room &amp;amp; we trudged down to the 14th floor. Problem is, we didn't know which room. So we started knocking &amp;amp; howling &amp;amp; then we realised we were knockign the WRONG ROOM. Like their room was 149sthsth, we went to knock 148sthsth. Lucky nobody came out or we would all have been dead. Then their tenor junior &amp;amp; my alto junior came out of the lift clutching Starbucks so we ran to then &amp;amp; ambushed them. Hehe. Alita, i think, was like, "You better tell us your SL's room or we'll kill your girlfriend" -proceeds to place funger gun on girlfriend's head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he led us to the other tower, the 148sthsth side &amp;amp; we knocked &amp;amp; knocked &amp;amp; rang &amp;amp; rang the bell. Then Bertrand's tiny head poke out, looking damn scared and then he flung open the door &amp;amp; all the guys (Bertrand, Clement, Ridhwan, Jared) ran &amp;amp; dive under the bed. Leaving Siu Yen sitting in the chair &amp;amp; clutching a belt (as weapon, I think). So we told them that we had something to show them &amp;amp; asked them to go out cos we couldn't perform in their room cos it was damn frekaing smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeeeeeen, we started singing Spice Girls' Wannabe &amp;amp; broke out into spasm at the "I wanna, I wanna" part &amp;amp; fainted on the floor. HAHAHAHAHA. I can't type about this without laughing. We took the video and it's damn hilarious. Their faces were like damn scared. All in all, one very damn funny experience/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curfew was damn early, 11pm! On the last night! But after the prank, we went to Starbucks until 11.30 &amp;amp; called Ms Lui. Hehe. But she didn't even come to our room cos she knew we were in our room already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, But I'm damn tired. The ride down was pure torture. Winding &amp;amp; winding. Alot of people vomitted. :/ Thank God, I could keep it all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8006602395043739466?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8006602395043739466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8006602395043739466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-high.html' title='From High'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4688734862980340073</id><published>2009-11-08T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:15:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooha</title><content type='html'>Hardcore partying going on next door/ in the backyard. Not my backyard. Oh shit, that sounds wrong. Aaaargh, they're running and screaming in their party dresses and nice little ballet flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those little kids who run and fall/whose ice cream falls/ whose hot dog falls/ whose balloon bursts and cry &amp;amp; cry &amp;amp; cry as if it's the end of the world. They're in for something more. Life gets worse than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4688734862980340073?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4688734862980340073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4688734862980340073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/11/hooha.html' title='Hooha'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-945622163719783006</id><published>2009-10-13T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:08:44.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>Hellllloooooooo sweeties!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sososososososo happy that it's over. The exam's over. Over, over, over. I won't have to sit down &amp;amp; study until next year (I don't want to think of that now). Speaking of sitting down. you know my butt expanded like a few sizes from all the studying-right-after-dinner-and-lunch-and-tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went out with Crystal today. Went to National Library &amp;amp; I have to say that the collection of books have improved tremendously. Had some awful, salty pizza at Raffles and then off to the Singapore Art Museum. I don't know why but we just decided on a whim to go there. The counter guy was damn annoying and I felt like slapping him, stupid git. You want people to appreciate art &amp;amp; when they decide to give it a shot, you show them your stupid face??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the art pieces there were cooler than expected. &amp;amp; there was this one exhibition where it was damn damn pretty. The artist drew the paintings on silk. It was the most interesting cos it made sense (he was painting shoes &amp;amp; stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying to get into the pool. Soon. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-945622163719783006?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/945622163719783006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/945622163719783006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1672777307392987603</id><published>2009-09-25T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:09:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>I JUST SAW SOME UNBELIEVABLY PRETTY AWESOME WATCHES!!! I can't believe my dad and his fascination for watches has finally influenced me. But at least I don't go for big, expensive brands like he does. Saw some quirky, cute ones. Aaaaaaah, found another favourite brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; I can finally do a back flip in water!! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing on the computer with EOYs in exactly one week's time???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1672777307392987603?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1672777307392987603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1672777307392987603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/09/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4365566124352218188</id><published>2009-09-19T14:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:10:59.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right, Left, Down, Up</title><content type='html'>Starbucks breakfast in Paragon today. While my dad went to fix his nose (he broke it). I had belgium waffles which was ridiculously small but the latte was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Moon trailer looks so-so. Jacob looks pretty good though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching YouTube now. Models backstage. Male models, specifically. I swear, they are from another planet, entirely. Those eyes, those nose, those cheekbones. Can't. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Xian will love this place. THe decor is super duper orange. It makes my blue sweater look purple. :/  The food was pretty good though. Well, deseert was a disappointment but the roast beef &amp;amp; scallops were brilliant. :D I came out of that place looking like I had a beach ball as a stomach, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 233px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2339.jpg" width="323" height="767" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Plash makes my Nikes look deceivingly white and clean.It's actually very worn out but I love it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2347.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 240px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2347.jpg" width="333" height="723" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookign at this super red nail polish makes me happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my fabulous 15th, my dad bought me a..........leather Bimba &amp;amp; Lola bag!! Yeah, I love it. The smell of leather is just so lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2379.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have some very unflattering pictures of me so I shall not post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4365566124352218188?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4365566124352218188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4365566124352218188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-left-down-up.html' title='Right, Left, Down, Up'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5525835414232837151</id><published>2009-09-17T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:13:04.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutty Nut</title><content type='html'>I've got some pics &amp;amp; stuff but I currently don't have the camera so I can't post them. Well, maybe another time. Then again, I might not even post the pics at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, KL trip was super satisfying. In the shopping kin dof way. Bought everything I needed to get. Tank tops, leather bag, nail varnish. K, I sound like some mad money-spitting bimbo but everything was on SALE (cos of Hari Raya) so obviously, I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been horrible, as usual. This term is seriously super short. I can actually visualise the calendar and dates in my mind. Like a blueprint. Yeah. Okay, my brain works so weird-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go rush my SS then off to taekwondo. Not really lookign forward to it cos I forgot all my pattern already. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5525835414232837151?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5525835414232837151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5525835414232837151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/09/nutty-nut.html' title='Nutty Nut'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4929408980971871269</id><published>2009-08-31T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:06:21.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Out Your Plastic</title><content type='html'>The sun's shining nice &amp;amp; bright todaaay. Maybe I'll go swim later when I've digested my strawberry strudel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano exam this morning. Hmmmm.... I expectedly screwed up. Sorry Bach, I just couldn't sight-sing your extract properly. :/ The examiner seemed kinda restless &amp;amp; his belly is biiiiiiig. Hehe. The room was warm but my hands were freezing cold. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I started on the wrong note for my scales. -_- Never mind, shall not think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to ION Orchard with Crystal after choir on Friday then I went to sleepover at her house. I left my school shoes there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ION was biiiiig with a lot of shops that I've never heard before. I didn't buy anything, just ate. Cos those things that I saw weren't to my liking. I'm planning to drag my parents there one day. Those satin Bershka sneakers.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect Pull &amp;amp; Bear to have such nice clotehs. Crystal &amp;amp; I grabbed everything from the racks &amp;amp; went to the changing room to change &amp;amp; take some pictures. Hehe. The super small changing room reminded me of the Supreme Court one where 5 of us squuezed into this cubicle &amp;amp; somebody stepped on my toe. It's a miracle none of our gowns tore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I finaly figured out how to work Photobucket. It's a pretty awesome application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo8-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo39.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo48.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo82.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal thinking about something/somebody (probably about Tom Felton but that's later) while I was channeling my inner Luna Lovegood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo97.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo74.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo74.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal: Look, I'm Pebbles Flinstone!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I lurve my moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the calender in the background! Guess who's in the polaroid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Tom Felton's smiling at us. -screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaroids. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/Photo172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah! Love this bombo pic. Just imagine.....&lt;br /&gt;Crystal (in high pitched voice): Let's see. I've not maxed out my dad's plastic so I'll go &amp;amp; get the Chanel 2.55 in that purple shade since my blue one can't match my Loboutins.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whatever. Aaaah, my nails! Where's my Vertu? I need to speed dial the manicurist NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4929408980971871269?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4929408980971871269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4929408980971871269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/08/bring-out-your-plastic.html' title='Bring Out Your Plastic'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-752168155215864455</id><published>2009-08-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:08:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piano practical exam tomorrow!! I'm so nervous, I can pee in my pants just thinking about it. :////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gulp-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-752168155215864455?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/752168155215864455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/752168155215864455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/08/piano-practical-exam-tomorrow-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5706706853956484320</id><published>2009-08-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:01:38.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just typed some things out. Blogging about my awesome day yesterday &amp; this stupid thing screwed up again. G-r-e-a-t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5706706853956484320?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5706706853956484320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5706706853956484320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-typed-some-things-out.html' title=''/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2147220810005025267</id><published>2009-08-20T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:03:50.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till The Sun Shines Again</title><content type='html'>Common test's finally over! Which means I can play computer, slack, watch the 9 o'clock show &amp;amp; most importantly, not study. Hehe. Life's pretty good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of myself cos I didn't use the computer for this whole 4 days &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can actually sit down for a few hours straight and read, read &amp;amp; absorb all information given to me. :) Ha! I proved myself wrong, I can actually study if I actually wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I screwed Amaths up. Wait, I'm VERY sure I screwed Amaths up. Geez, I'm not even asking for an A, I just want a pass cos the paper was super difficult. &amp;amp; I nearly broke down while studying Lit. Suddenly all the "art thou" &amp;amp; Shakespeare's love of writing about fickle love made something unscrew in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did you know my mother gave away her Lanvin, Bally &amp;amp; YSL bags??!!!! Omgomgomg. I didn't know &amp;amp; I was practially hysterical when she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mum: That day I cleared everything right? Then I gave away some bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Mmhmm.. [inspecting Michael Jackson disc]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mum: Quite sad lah cos all in very good condition. My Bally, YSL &amp;amp; all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Huh?! -pauses for 10 seconds- YOU GAVE AWAY YOUR BAGS?! [drops MJ disc]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mum: Yeah, you don't expect me to carry them back right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: WHY DIDN'T YOU EVEN ASK ME??!! I WANT I WANT! -whines like Paris Hilton-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mum: Oh yeah. Forgot about you. Aiya, after your O levels, I buy for you lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: No! I want your old one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mum: Too bad. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can my mother forget about me??!! I know I sound like this spoilt, materialistic bitch butbutbut I found out that the YSL bag is the small leather sort. Exactly the one I want. Aaaaargh. Infuriating! It's a good thing I cool down quite fast or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I found my small floaty (which is used to hold my legs so I have to use my arms to propel forwards). Finally! I was sweating like mad when I came out of the storeroom. So it means I can train my arms again. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna swim soon. But why is there no sun??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2147220810005025267?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2147220810005025267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2147220810005025267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/08/till-sun-shines-again.html' title='Till The Sun Shines Again'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1135652728144117814</id><published>2009-08-07T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:00:52.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT 45MINS WORTH OF BLOGING WENT DOWN THE DRAIN JUST COS BLOGGER DID NOT SAVE IT FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuurgh, I've stopped blogging cos it's not as fun as it used to be so yeah, don't expect much posts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward to today. The National Day Celebrations. It was quite fun at the end cos all the concert participants ran onto the Assembly Plaza t&amp;amp; ran around in circles. I bet the audience were bored. Oh, &amp;amp; I sweat like a mad cow. So sweaty &amp;amp; stinky &amp;amp; I still had to endure another 1h45min of Chemistry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtrack to 2 weeks ago. Had dinner at Crowne Plaza for mum's birthday. The spread was surprisingly good. I had this black pasta which I think was squid-ink pasta. Pretty yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake that look like my baby cousin's poo but it taste really really good. Thick &amp;amp; rich. &lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 243px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2214.jpg" width="861" height="769" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 319px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2212.jpg" width="847" height="768" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TH is for Tommy Hilfigerrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2216.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 311px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2216.jpg" width="847" height="771" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Chopard present. Secret between my father, brother &amp;amp; I. We were waiting to see who's gonna be the Judas &amp;amp; spill the secret. In the end, none of us did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 328px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2198.jpg" width="849" height="769" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 282px" border="0" alt="ribbon" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2204.jpg" width="855" height="767" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF2206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 438px" border="0" alt="Chopard" src="http://i724.photobucket.com/albums/ww249/Cjmin/DSCF2206.jpg" width="687" height="972" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture doesn't do the watch justice. It is beau-ti-ful. It's not mine though, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good thing about flu pills is that they knock you out completely. -JM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1135652728144117814?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1135652728144117814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1135652728144117814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-that-45mins-worth-of.html' title=''/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8630807248331345316</id><published>2009-07-31T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:54:37.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not going to blog again until this fucking problem with the pictures is solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8630807248331345316?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8630807248331345316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8630807248331345316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-not-going-to-blog-again-until-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8827412779631948083</id><published>2009-07-23T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:24:57.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours, Mine, Ours</title><content type='html'>Aaaah, is Blogger gonna stay screwed like this?? It's like this whole page of blank with no options for pictures, font colours, edit or compose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently abit mad about interior design. I wish that I could paint my room and drill many many holes in it to hang loads of pictures. :/ The sad thing is that I have to patch it up in like, a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School these days have been boring. The only thing to look forward to is Al's birthday party this weekend and then maybe a buffet dinner sometime next week. Bloody hell, The Line in Shangri-la is booked to the max. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8827412779631948083?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8827412779631948083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8827412779631948083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/07/yours-mine-ours.html' title='Yours, Mine, Ours'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-803628541056113520</id><published>2009-07-22T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:56:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wucking Furries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually wanted to post some pics but blogger is so screwed up. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally changed a new phone- Samsung Jet. Yup, same one as Jasmine. I think it looks nice &amp;amp; it doesn't lag so :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day in school. Had 3 free periods. -.- Artsmazing Race was quite fun but it became very embarrassing in the end. Aaargh, I don't want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ I am so proud of myself. I finally went gym yesterday &amp;amp; saw stars after running on the treadmill. (((: No lah, I'm oroud that I finally push myself to go to the gym, not the seeing stars bit. (I accidentally pressed "Stop" instead of "Cool down" so the whole thing just died on me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I decided to go gym? Cos the night before, I had a lot a lot of chocolate, enough to feed a small town in Africa/ make my face become ZIT-terland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-803628541056113520?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/803628541056113520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/803628541056113520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/07/actually-wanted-to-post-some-pics-but.html' title='No Wucking Furries'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8569563266971547982</id><published>2009-07-16T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:44:48.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks In My Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sl8SkS3DZyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MVREjDM3qfc/s1600-h/stockbanner7_by_fading_polaroid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359022496341518114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sl8SkS3DZyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MVREjDM3qfc/s320/stockbanner7_by_fading_polaroid.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I soaked my front with water today. Not a very smart thing to do when you have this white, nearly-translucent blouse for a uniform. :/ So I took a big gulp of water &amp;amp; I choked then Crystal said, "Adam, why are your pits so wet?" Then I really choked and coughed everything out. Couldn't run all the way to the toilet so I just went to the door &amp;amp; everything came out. Uurgh, my eyes were stinging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness Alicia had PE &amp;amp; so she lent me her Da Vince shirt. :D Wore it over my uniform &amp;amp; looked like an idiot but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shitttttt. I have to know my Taeguk 3, 4, 5 for the grading. Damndamndamn!!!!! Okay, I've settled five, so now have to look for the rest. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I gained like 4kg (from 6 months ago)??!! I don't know if I should be glad that I'm finally gaining weight or be sad that I'm one of the people that gained the most weight. Aaah, whatever. I'll console myself with the fact that it's muscle mass. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annoying, can't upload the pink thingy pics from Aijing's handphone. D:&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much these few days. Can't wait for the picnic-concert tomorrow! Just hope I don't get bitten much by mosquitoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8569563266971547982?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8569563266971547982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8569563266971547982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks-in-my-lips.html' title='Fireworks In My Lips'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sl8SkS3DZyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MVREjDM3qfc/s72-c/stockbanner7_by_fading_polaroid.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-710947961540440817</id><published>2009-07-12T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:39:59.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just, Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Basics &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Chan Jia Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: Single (This status wouldn't be changing any time soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 4th October 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 1 annoying younger brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 8-9 (depending on cut of shoe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 164+cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country born: Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: The city of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: Righty but dominant left hand (sort-of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any pets: One terrapin that ran away &amp;amp; another in friend's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: Yes, my stinky terrapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: Eww no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped: Nope, but I want. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up: No, I hate throwing up cos it equals tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: Not really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your tongue on a frozen pole: No! I don't want to be stuck to a pole forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: Fortunately, no. But I tihnk casts are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a physical fight: Yeah, sparring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna: Yeah, stupid me brought my glasses in and it got all fogged up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: Yeah.. after the Pattaya trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran away: No, I'll crawl back home anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: Don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: No, just close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashed someone: No! I don't wear skirts or coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: Yes, in primary school. I hated school cos the teacher always used the cane to hit people. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yeah, stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for a call: Nope. I don't like anyone that much to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved MSN conversations: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Some lame, really funny ones. But I don't even really delete my mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?: Yes, too many times to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidest thing you have ever done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your room like: Simple &amp;amp; messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you said: I'm too lazy (to go to gym) lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shampoo do you use: Asience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that has happened to you this year: Got my braces off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing that has happened to you this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yeah, when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: No. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonsels removed: No, Miley Cyrus has though. No wonder she has such a wonky voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream in the morning: Unhealthy but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give the heimlich: No, never encounter anyone choking before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat a live hamster for $1,000,000: Eeeeek, never! It'll be all furry and using my mouth as a treadmill or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a Manson concert if you had a free ticket: Yeah, just to see hot guys. Or maybe I'll sell them on eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you admire anyone?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person that called you: My brother. He couldn't find us in Paragon. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slow danced with: Never slow danced. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh the most: My friends, comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: It's a great way to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts or glasses?: Glasses. But I have contacts sitting in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: Most of the time, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family: Again, most of the time, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have piercings below the waist: No. I have no piercings at all. Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything over $30: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive: Chocolate &amp;amp; some other stuff but not to the extent of scaring other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compulsive: Sometimes. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to have children?: I don't know if it's safe to answer this question cos you don't know who is reading this but children? Yes, depending on the situation I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like mornings?: No, I can't really function then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy seafood?: Enjoy? I LOVE seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any awards: Yes. But it's not a Grammys or Oscar, just some lame school thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What car do you wish to have: Volkswagen, Audi, Ferrari (dream on....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married: yes, no, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change: Changing is difficult, I wouldn't advice it. Maybe to......... be less bossy?? But then if I don't talk, usually the other party is also silent so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house: around 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream about: Weird stuff that don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered: Around 5 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie you saw at the theatres: Hannah Montana -_- The next will be Harry Potter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary or happy movies: Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Root beer or Dr. Pepper: Root beer. Dr. Pepper sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or chocolate: Chocolate, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Boarding: Skiing (cos of the snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter: Winter if there's gonna be snow. But on the whole, Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: White-gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Ever heard of "Diamond's are a girl's best friend"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise: Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up: I'm fine with both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange juice or apple juice: Apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs: Dogs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or tea: Tea. Earl grey or English breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person: Homework- phone. Personal matters- in perosn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest, middle, youngest or only child: Oldest....... &amp;amp; therefore, has the most responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoor or Outdoor: Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated outside your race?: Never dated, don't plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a hickey?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated your good friend/best friend?: Nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung in the shower?: Yes, before I realised that all the neighbours could hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit in someone's drink?: No. If I had a problem with someone, I have other ways to show them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumped someone?: You can only dump someone if you dated them right? So nonono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened your Christmas presents early?: Yeah, for a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peed outside?: When I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen "The Goonies" more than 10 times?: No, the show's not even in my era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had more than five REAL bf/gf?: Noooooo, never dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a computer game for more than 5 hours?: Yeah, but not playing, just surfing the Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran through the sprinklers naked?: No, we don't have sprinklers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate food that fell on the floor?: Eeek no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside naked?: Yeah, when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out with your best friend's bf/gf?: No! That's like against the cde of friends or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage?: Yup (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made someone cry?: Yes, so don't mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a parade?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a school play?: No, but I was forced to audition in primary shcool. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank beer?: Yeah, but I don't like the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten detention?: No. I'm like the goodiest-two-shoe, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane?: Of course. You think I swam to Spain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a cruise?: Yeah, some China cruise where the toilet is a freaking hole and everything drops into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken into a house?: No, I'm not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a tattoo?: Non-permanent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten piercings?: Noooooooo but it's about time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried so hard you threw up?: No..... is that possible? Like you choked on your snot or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten into a shouting match?: Yeah, went hoarse after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been skinny dipping?: Nooooooooooooo. Geez, how many times do you want to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose?: Yes. It's real fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard it hurt?: Always. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on your own feet?: Yes, quite dumb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in public?: Yeah, when I was around 6, I fell after getting too excited over a pair of shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in public?: Yes. In this coffee shop cos te hfood was to oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your parents?: Yeeeeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped class?: No, I'm the goodiest-two shoe, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in class?: Yeah. :/ How can you not sleep with Mdm M as your teacher?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-710947961540440817?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/710947961540440817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/710947961540440817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-whatever.html' title='It&apos;s Just, Whatever.'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5429140684431227078</id><published>2009-07-10T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:50:02.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring By Minutes</title><content type='html'>Aaaargh, I can't copy-paste on blogger. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when people drift apart, like it's human nature or something. You both can glance at each other but neither of you take the initiative to acknowledge each other. Both parties' to blame, but one more than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you tell someone you trust your secret and you're pretty sure she told it to someone else but you can't ask her cos you guys aren't close anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you wake up haveing the same nightmare twice in a month about having crooked teeth &amp;amp; wake up, shaking, feeling for your retainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when people just don't know when to stop when you ask them to. No, they just keep going on &amp;amp; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when people continuously make you feel guilty for doing something which you actually have the right to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you have this prominent burn mark on your hand &amp;amp; you don't know when it's gonna go away, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you have to choose between choice A &amp;amp; B, when both choices seem to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when people blame you for doing something which you are not guilty of. &amp;amp; they don't even bother to listen to your explanation before telling the whole world about it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i typed on Micro Words and I couldn't paste it here so I had to retype it out. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add that to the fact that the whole list is so depressing and that my brother is annoying the heck out of me, Iwent for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, feeling much bett-er now. Always do, after swimming. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5429140684431227078?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5429140684431227078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5429140684431227078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/07/measuring-by-minutes.html' title='Measuring By Minutes'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2936502476665735070</id><published>2009-07-03T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:28:01.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Virgin Margarita</title><content type='html'>I managed to survive the 1st week of Term 3. &amp;amp; I just had to end it off nicely. So I went for a swim just now and tortured myself by forcing myself to do sit-ups. It took me a while before I finally figured a proper way to do sit-ups &amp;amp; get the sun to shine at me. (: Spent most of my time in the water thinking about stuff that's been happening and so on. It rocks to have the whole lap pool to myself. Pebbles, frangipani trees and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... quite a lot of thing's been happening. But nothing interesting. Oh yeah, went for sparrin gyesterday and Crystal &amp;amp; I kicked each other's shin at the same angle and at the same time with a resounding crack. Thank goodness none of our bones broke. Then I got this big bruise below my third toe. I have no idea how it got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! &amp;amp; I think I was/am suppose to be left-handed. Cos apparently I can kick better with my [edit] left leg &amp;amp; I wear my watch on my right hand. &amp;amp; people usually wear their watches with their dominant hand so it means that my left hand is the dominant hand. Buuut, it seems I can't play forte when I'm playing piano with my left hand. That's quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad that there's still suplementary lessons with the whole H1N1 thing. Sigh, won't it just be great if they stop those "unnecessary group gatherings"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to KL tomorrow. I dread spending 4 hours to KL and another 4 hours back. I don't care, I'm going to fight for the front passenger seat cos it's just logical that I sit there. I mean, I have the longer legs. On the bright side, I'm gonna have mini-retail-therapy to buy essentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do overdue Geog work now. I am sure I am destined to fail Geog. &amp;amp; geez, what's wrong with Blogger now. Why the hell can't I copy &amp;amp; paste stuff here?! Or does it have to do with the new Internet 8.0 or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I somehow find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and I collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Collide" by Howie Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2936502476665735070?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2936502476665735070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2936502476665735070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/07/frozen-virgin-margarita.html' title='Frozen Virgin Margarita'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2206423964582595881</id><published>2009-06-26T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:41:31.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. Michael Jackson is dead. :OOO &amp;amp; just the other day, my dad was saying we have to go for his concert if he comes to Singapore. &amp;amp; now he's like, gone. RIP, "King Of Pop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally swallowed a fish bone during lunch yesterday. Painful to the max and I ate so much rice, drank so much water, trying to push the bone down but my throat still felt painful. So I went to the doc after dinner and he said that he couldn't see any bone but apparently the bone poked a hole or something in my throat so it's inflamed. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo yesterday was gruelling. We had to lift our legs up in this akward side-kick-step-one position and balance the target for 10 seconds. Then we had to hold it into position and hop 3 times before kicking. My butt never hurt so much. I bet if I do this everyday, I would have like, the perfect bikini butt or something.&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: I am so sorry, Crystal. I totally forgot about sparring! Never mind, we'll do it next week &amp;amp; kick all our pent-up back-to-school frustrations away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only depression you'll see on me is the hollow above my collarbone. -"Pretty Face" by Mary Hogan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2206423964582595881?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2206423964582595881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2206423964582595881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-left-unsaid.html' title='Words Left Unsaid'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5183744737294564338</id><published>2009-06-23T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:05:12.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Sugar Lollipop</title><content type='html'>A conversation I had with some very sick friends of mine after choir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Eh, what are the sizes of the balls??&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Er.. I dunno, I think there's a few different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;Crystal: Never mind lah, we can &lt;u&gt;shave the balls&lt;/u&gt; if the size is not right. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Take note that Aijing was trying not to laugh the whole time (although she was probably thinking of Lambert's all the while). :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm wearing those invisible plastic retainers that are, well, not visible and they suck. Cos they are so bloody tight and when I pull it off, one of my tooth actually started shaking. :/ Aaargh, just 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day I went to the food court in Raffles City and I, unfortunately, had to sit next to this SLUB (Stupid Loud Ugly Bitch). She's like 16 or something and she kept speaking like she was in a rock concert and boasting about how well she can handle her alchohol and how she can sneak into Zouk or whatever crap. Urgh, the worse thing is that she's the female version of Gordon Ramsay, generously sprinkling her conversation with fuck and other hokkien curse words. Aaaargh, she totally ruined my appetite. I would have thrown my beef patty at her if it didn't cost me 6 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. nothing much but I still have loads of homework to finish but I can't stop reading those books I borrowed. :/ Damn, I am so totally in favour of school closure, in view of the H1N1 and our safety &lt;strike&gt;and the fact that I don't have to wake up early and I don't have to rush my homework&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we were talking about styrofoam balls for our science project in the above conversation. :D Look who has the sick mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagination: I am a rock star. Reality: I'm going to fall off this rock and see stars. -Nothing but The Truth (and A Few White Lies) by Justina Chen Headley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5183744737294564338?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5183744737294564338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5183744737294564338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-sugar-lollipop.html' title='Sweet, Sugar Lollipop'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7250728366106044315</id><published>2009-06-18T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:07:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Judge, Jury &amp; Executioner</title><content type='html'>My mum's not in Singapore so I'm the current/ temporary domestic goddess. Yup, The Domestic Goddess. Say it with emphasis. Say it say it! Ha, that's bullshit. Lemme ask, which domestic goddess nearly slices off her fingers while cutting an apple? Or knocks her own head with the mop stick? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking news: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'VE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OFF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BRACES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yessssss!! After 11 months. Finally. :DDDDDDD My teeth no longer feels like a prisoner, it feels so...... free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Mt Faber Safra yesterday with Hui Xian, Alicia, Aijing &amp;amp; Jasmine. Super fun! Okay, we ate lunch, played pool, bowled and played at the playground. Hehe. Took a mad load of photos that is super difficult to send over. But I got some already so I'm gonna post them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Xian (left) &amp;amp; I on the swing. HX looks like she's high or something.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348575436699121890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sjn1BY7UuOI/AAAAAAAAAME/yxHsPhgXTaY/s320/swing+2.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she is!! I feel scared for her. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348575448277718802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sjn1CED4FxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0cAgqUhUesI/s320/falling+off.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine on the spiral ladder thingy. I slipped after stepping on the 2nd curve. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Me: ANTM (America's Next Top Model)&lt;br /&gt;Hui Xian: FHM (?!?!?!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348575454871722178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sjn1CcoAmMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UuCm001v40g/s320/ANTM1.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing pool. Hui Xian had to teach both Jasmine &amp;amp; I. I actually sworn off pool after a disastrous round last time but it's quite fun actaully.&lt;br /&gt;HX looking stressed, me looking...... blank, Jasmine looking wistful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348575454243865538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sjn1CaSUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XddGLshgqHE/s320/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo! Sort of. Aijing's the camera woman so she's not in the picture. &amp;amp; when Ruth saw it on MSN, she said, "Nice pic. You with your &lt;u&gt;neighbours&lt;/u&gt; ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348576186754181794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sjn1tDGYqqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Ph0XU8w7-eQ/s320/playground+group.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not that bad, it's just not good. -JM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7250728366106044315?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7250728366106044315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7250728366106044315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/06/judge-jury-executioner.html' title='The Judge, Jury &amp; Executioner'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sjn1BY7UuOI/AAAAAAAAAME/yxHsPhgXTaY/s72-c/swing+2.BMP' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5183545741413536927</id><published>2009-06-14T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:40:33.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish Utterance</title><content type='html'>Thursday's sleepover in Crystal's house was fun! Scared outselves silly while watching The Orphanage which wasn't that scary after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, waxed our legs with some disgusting green wax. The fat-monster's-snot-green colourish sort of colour. It didn't hurt at all. -.- Summore, we didn't really dare wax it off at 1st but IT. DOESN'T. HURT. So yup, quite addictive after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched few movies we rented from VideoEzy.&lt;br /&gt;1) The Phantom Of The Opera (Bo-ring!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Bring It On: In It To Win It (Cute, no hot guys, but super sleek dance/cheer moves.)&lt;br /&gt;3) The Orphanage (Crystal wanted to watch it with the lights off then switched it back on after a while cos it got too scary.)&lt;br /&gt;4) How to Lose Friends &amp;amp; Alienate People (Kirsten Dunst is actually, a talented actress. Megan Fox is hot but......(in the show) a total airhead who doesn't mind selling her body for anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day:&lt;br /&gt;5) Bedtime Stories (Very funny &amp;amp; cute. I want to pinch the little boy's cheek.)&lt;br /&gt;6) Jaws (It's okay, I still dare to swim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so we slept at 5+/6 on Thursday night cos we were talking about anything &amp;amp; everything. &amp;amp; apparently, I look like Marilyn Manson and other not-so-nice people in a dark room, lying down, without my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, we went to see some showflat in Orchard that my uncle bought. The function room is superb. There's two ovens in there. What the hell. &amp;amp; the view from the 25th floor is awesome. Takashimaya is just opposite and I can spy skater dudes from the skate park thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to the dentist tomorrow! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask. -The X-Files&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5183545741413536927?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5183545741413536927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5183545741413536927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/06/gibberish-utterance.html' title='Gibberish Utterance'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6860753895473122231</id><published>2009-06-11T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:29:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Shot Bod</title><content type='html'>It's so damn hot here. I bet it's like 38°C here. If it's raining in KL, why can't it rain here?? Rain, Rain, Rain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Marina Square yesterday with Hui Xian, Alicia &amp;amp; Crystal. HX &amp;amp; I went to have lunch at Suntec 1st then the others joined us after lunch. Wanted to go KBox but it was mad expensive so we ditched our initial plan and went to bowl and watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $$$ spent on KBox could be spent on:&lt;br /&gt;1) Watching 2 &amp;amp; a half movies in normal price&lt;br /&gt;2) Playing 3 bowling games and renting the pair of ugly bowling shoes&lt;br /&gt;3) Going to the arcade and play the Japanese Guitar Hero 20 times over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a rather hard time deciding which movie to watch cos Hui Xian is absolutely anti-Hannah Montana. So after much discussion, we bought tickets for Hannah Montana. The show was so-so but it was waaaay better than High School Musical 3. Certain scenes were really funny but the ending was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this group of girls behind us who kept giggling &amp;amp; squealing &amp;amp; laughing everytime the camera was on Travis. So darn annoying. Okay, fine, I admit that he's quite hot although he looked ugly in the trailer. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out after lunch to meet Nizor for like, 20mins?? Nevermind, he bought me sundae anyway. :) Then I went to VideoEzy and waited for Crystal, who took forever to come. Rented 5 movies and off to NTUC to buy some stuff for the sleepover. Got some really nice sparkling juice that looked very classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing was that I had to walk to &amp;amp; fro in this effing hot weather. Well, at least I'm not wearing heels/ wedges. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to sleepover at Crystal's house after Taekwondo. So, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last. -Sarah Tancredi from "Prison Break"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6860753895473122231?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6860753895473122231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6860753895473122231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-shot-bod.html' title='Hot Shot Bod'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2244466708378713401</id><published>2009-06-09T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:59:22.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Of Spades</title><content type='html'>The prevoius post was about Bandung, &lt;u&gt;Indonesia&lt;/u&gt;. The pictures are all from Indonesia. Not Malaysia. Just making it clear cos somebody -Ruth- said, "Wah! The pics in your blog. Malaysia looks so nice eh." Nonono, it's Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ruth. I had this weird SMS conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me: Ruth! Wanna go sing song tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ruth: lols oh im not going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me: Why? D: I'm so hurt. U dun want 2 spend time wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ruth: oh lols, sing in front of everyone? Woots, not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me: Then sing in the bathroom in front of ur shampoo n soap ah? -_-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, church camp was better than expected. Actually, it was quite fun. I dragged myself to go cos it's probably gonna be the 1st and last church camp I'll ever go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retreat house we went to was so far. Right at Jurong cos all the others were booked. &amp;amp; we went to church 1 hour early. -_- They changed the timing but nobody appeared until the previous timing. *$($&amp;amp;R^FJ&amp;amp;*! Sucks, man. I could have not skipped choir but because of that. Urgh/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, then 1st day was just games &amp;amp; all that. I completely screwed trust fall cos I freaking sat down instead of falling. Sorry, I don't trust them very much. :P The food there is pretty good. Like, fish &amp;amp; chips, nasi lemak, chicken chop etc. &amp;amp; supper rocks. There's no lights out time so Gillian &amp;amp; I always have midnight supper. Going down to the kitchen to dig out food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room is full of cockroaches. We caught 3!! Us girls, single-handedly killed three. Ha! Of course there was a lot of screaming and jumping onto our bunks while that disgusting thing crawled all over our stuff. Sprinted down 4 flights of stairs for the Baygon in record time. Became very fit from climbing up and down 4 flights of stairs 100 times over 3 days. They just had to put the girls at the topmost floor. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After how many donkey years, I finally went for confession (during the camp). Felt so light after that. No, I'm serious. Then had mass with Monsignor Vaz in the courtyard, out in the dark. &amp;amp; had this slideshow thingy where my dad secretly sent in my ugliest baby picture ever and it was flashed for the entire level to see. DDD: Of all the pictures..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had project work yesterday. The Lit Team came over to my house. I booked the meeting room. Speaking of which, I shall go claim my $100 deposit cos the room is spanking clean, 'cept for some chip crumbs. Wait! It's barbeque/ sour cream flavour. Not mine! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you can't see yourself clearly until you see yourself through the eyes of others. -Ellen DeGeneres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2244466708378713401?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2244466708378713401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2244466708378713401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/06/jack-of-spades.html' title='Jack Of Spades'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8721324821884685872</id><published>2009-06-03T18:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:35:37.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Psyched Out</title><content type='html'>3rd June (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helloooooooooo! I'm back from Bandung. Yup, I came back yesterday. Did some mayjah shopping. The things there are effing effing cheap. I cannot emphasise it any more. But actually I didn't buy a lot cos the things there all seem to be suited for the people from the Biggest Loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the weather there is chilly. Like you don't really sweat after walking outside. &amp;amp; It's pretty safe. Haha, the hardcore shoppers we are walked to the factory outlet at 10pm at night and then my aunt realised that they had already closed at 9pm. -_____- Sudanese food is nice. Kinda sweetish and just really nice although some of them were too salty. I was quite surprised that it's pretty safe. Like, the motorcyclists there aren't snatch thiefs unlike those in KL. You have no idea when they're gonna strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, pictureeeeeeees. There aren't many cos I spent most of my time overturning the factory outlets trying to find my size and shuttling between the racks &amp;amp; changing room. I'm sick and tired of changing clothes already. Captions above the photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st time taking budget airline. Or isit 2nd? Does Serbia Airlines considered budget? Anyway, no TV and little leg space. This cup of Milo cos S$2. I only bought it cos it was so damn cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343045589013479586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZPp4_dwKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9Vrrnef7xLU/s320/DSCF2045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glass staircase in hotel lobby. I finally walked on it before leaving the hotel on the last day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343045591582509538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZPqCj-CeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Adw4ILfOLyk/s320/DSCF2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of toilet from my room. Yup, it is a glass, completely see-through toilet. Thank goodness there was a curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343045599087985234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZPqehaglI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nnt6BgdrEcc/s320/DSCF2048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from my uncle's room. Mine's just facing attap houses with zinc roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091962992474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ51NhpOcI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ic-Jzn_UkE0/s320/DSCF2062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buffet style dinner. It's kinda yong tau foo where you pick the food then they cook it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343045602504769058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZPqrQCfiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/B4035W7KTSM/s320/DSCF2049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343045610567698114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZPrJSZBsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KVD-Gi7_OPw/s320/DSCF2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Monster crepe! Super cheap. Like just S$1? You'll never get it here. Mine's chocolate cheese. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091957071079474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ503d36DI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yihK7BQV7go/s320/DSCF2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Rumah Mode. One of the biggest factory outlets I've been too. Decor is kinda Balinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091948229846002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ50Wh9Y_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/bPLuZs-jb9Y/s320/DSCF2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama ape with baby ape! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343091953876845858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ50rkTxSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/na-sOgNDBpE/s320/DSCF2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super cool restaurant with very nice decor. The dinner was the most expensive we had. It amounted to 1 million+ rupees? Actually it's not a lot, considering how much we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096033015868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ9iHi1qvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bk-do7MG2RI/s320/DSCF2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096041631460434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ9ino9LFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OYZnflNjUmg/s320/DSCF2069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice sink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096052122681570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ9jOuQgOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kRY7sIYRgME/s320/DSCF2077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pardon my spastic smile. I was hungry then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096056158801810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ9jdwiz5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/WxOv9lTl3Hg/s320/DSCF2075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love this pic. (: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343096038850900242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZ9idSBMRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UcKmuBhwnEo/s320/DSCF2071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[continued on 4th June]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe, I thought these two were real. -.-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343397288301244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiePhe77MGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TcQtu_TyOZA/s320/DSCF2089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As usual, the guys get bored while the women shop.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343397290879742434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiePhoir8eI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rme-2FGB_OU/s320/DSCF2088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super sweet and red raspberries. The strawberries had this weird rubbery taste to it though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343397311667578898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiePi1-5KBI/AAAAAAAAALM/Nd6PJYC6lVI/s320/DSCF2098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catch for the 1st day. (clockwise from top left)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)      Scoop neck printed tee&lt;br /&gt;2)      Esprit pyjama pants (bluish)&lt;br /&gt;3)      Esprit pyjama pants (turqoise)&lt;br /&gt;4)      Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana straight leg jeans (I’m skeptic about its authenticity but it makes my legs look great. So, whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;5)      Old Navy flower boxers&lt;br /&gt;6)      Dr. Seuss printed tee (very cute)&lt;br /&gt;7)      Victoria’s Secret purple pyjama pants &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343397294242034818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiePh1EUdII/AAAAAAAAAK8/d1alerh-ud4/s320/DSCF2067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of shopping (clockwise from top left):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)      Polo Ralph Lauren tee in hot pink (dunno if it’s real but the material is damn cooling so I’m gonna wear it at home.)&lt;br /&gt;2)       Le Coq Sportif tee in lime green and with purple (!) sequins&lt;br /&gt;3)      Paul Frank boxers in purple (just so damn cute)&lt;br /&gt;4)      Paul Frank boxers in tan (read above)&lt;br /&gt;5)      Brown pants with its label cut off (means It’s real) I suspect it’s from Zara.&lt;br /&gt;6)      Paul Frank socks&lt;br /&gt;7)      BCBG Maxazria Collection dress (l-o-v-e)&lt;br /&gt;8)      Lacoste tee in sky blue with hot pink stitching (can’t see in the photo)&lt;br /&gt;9)      Tommy Hilfiger boxers (meant for male but I couldn’t resist the red)&lt;br /&gt;10)   Polo Ralph Lauren shirt in baby blue (read 1)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343397304852528642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiePicmDvgI/AAAAAAAAALE/_SJMpIiQzDk/s320/DSCF2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on this dress 3 times cos I couldn't make up my mind then I had to beg my dad to let me buy it. Hehe, I'm so excited about this dress cos the last time I saw and liked and bought a dress was when I was 10. -.- I'm not a dress or skirt kind of girl.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343399205185397122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SieRRD4uIYI/AAAAAAAAALU/scR4gWIQ2hQ/s320/DSCF2082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Arived at the airport with 45mins to spare and then the flight got delayed. Anyway, look at the clouds. it's like some sort of mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343399211078454162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SieRRZ1vC5I/AAAAAAAAALc/XN3iFLFxRR0/s320/DSCF2106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so bored that I started taking pictures of the floor. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343399220754999298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SieRR94zaAI/AAAAAAAAALk/vDq_kBUehT4/s320/DSCF2107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm definitely gonna go back to Bandung. there's still a 100 or so factory outlets to visit. ;DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going for church camp tomorrow. I have no idea what to expect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like my money right where I can see it... hanging in my closet. -Carrie Bradshaw from "Sex And The City"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8721324821884685872?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8721324821884685872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8721324821884685872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-psyched-out.html' title='All Psyched Out'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SiZPp4_dwKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9Vrrnef7xLU/s72-c/DSCF2045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4231843768732964864</id><published>2009-05-29T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:38:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knickerbocker Avenue</title><content type='html'>I can't remember much about the bazaar yesterday. Just that I ate a lot of junk and felt sick. Ohoh! Jasmine &amp;amp; I dedicated a song, Boom Boom Boom Boom. I found it quite funny that some people were covering their eyes while the song was being played. Haha. Anyway, we managed to sell all the cookies and made some profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341174837799011746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sh-qN1pDxaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W6s0uJ78LAE/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me with Alicia the vampire/ monster that cries blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I bent down while taking the pic. &amp;amp; Alicia wishes she was taller than me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to 3B's haunted house in place of Nikki. It wasn't that scary but I screamed once when Han Jie suddenly came out and mumbled something I could not understand. &amp;amp; I knocked my head like 5 times while crawling. -.- I found out that my group missed the alter thingy. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choir practices are down to just 5 sessions during the holidays. Good! Cos it means I don't have to miss a lot of them. &amp;amp; the Hang Zhou trip is cancelled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I better go pack for my trip tomorrow. Hehe, retail therapy trip. Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always say shopping is cheaper than a psychiatrist. -Tammy Faye Bakker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4231843768732964864?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4231843768732964864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4231843768732964864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/knickerbocker-avenue.html' title='Knickerbocker Avenue'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sh-qN1pDxaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W6s0uJ78LAE/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-400015521108866428</id><published>2009-05-27T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:45:41.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom Boom Boom</title><content type='html'>I'm crazy about Venga Boys right now. Strong beat, super techno, disco in bell-bottoms... My taste is so '90s. Mymy, I feel like dancing. Whoohoooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day. School bazaar. Yesterday and the day before was really busy too. Buying of ingredients on Tuesday. Nearly died walking to Parkway. Then yesterday, we went to Gwen's house to bake. Nearly died walking to Gwen's house.&lt;em&gt; Some&lt;/em&gt; people purposely misled us and took us the extra long way. Hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was so super fun. My hands were like, so oily and buttery. &amp;amp; the cookies were huge. They expanded like kaboom! Chocolate chip cookies were great. Eating the cookie dough raw was nice. And stoning in front of the oven and squinting at the cookies isn't that fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340478572682237858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sh0w939PV6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/_0cbzd_XTvI/s320/1400189532_7ed67fe9f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, we made birthday cookies for the birthday people. I sprinkled some rainbow sprinkles around them and stuck an M&amp;amp;M in the middle of it. Then, I realised that they reminded me horribly of nipples. So since then, some of the cookies have their M&amp;amp;Ms stuck off-centre. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to have my tooth decay dug out today, with my own dentist. not the school one. It wasn't as bad as I expected. Braces are like 10 times more painful. Nevertheless, I still cringed when she drilled my tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when I see you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;With loving arms to fall into&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not looking for full time love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's still so much I wanna do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Kiss (When The Sun Don't Shine)" by Vengaboy&lt;/em&gt;s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-400015521108866428?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/400015521108866428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/400015521108866428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-boom-boom-boom.html' title='Boom Boom Boom Boom'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sh0w939PV6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/_0cbzd_XTvI/s72-c/1400189532_7ed67fe9f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-613957347715167093</id><published>2009-05-23T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:53:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Frustrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nurse: Hmm... You've got tooth decay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Huh? What? Tooth decay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nurse: Yeah, look at the mirror. There, see the hole? Okay, you want to do it here in school or at your own dentist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: Erm, in school lah. Get it over once &amp;amp; for all. What will you do ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nurse: Okay. First, I will &lt;strong&gt;shave&lt;/strong&gt; the top structure of your teeth. Then I wil &lt;strong&gt;dig out&lt;/strong&gt; the bacteria &amp;amp; fill the hole up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: -panics- Er, I'll go home &amp;amp; talk to my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, how can I not panic when she uses word like shave and dig? Tooth aren't like hair and ear, you know! The hole is growing my 0.01mm per day. &amp;amp; my dentist is completely booked until next week. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Midsummer Night's Dream play last Thrusday. Saw a very, very cute brown poodle. I feel like squeezing it, I don't know why. anyway, the play was quite funny. Titania's boobs were spilling out of her vest &amp;amp; the fairies were too Halloween-ish for my lightning. Like the witches from Macbeth or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Hui Xian &amp;amp; I went for some translation competition this morning at Anglican High. The school has many, many fountains &amp;amp; the hall was so frekaing cold. You know what? AB told us that AHS is her 姆校. That means she used to study there lah. Ha! I bet you didn't know that. Anyway, we had to translate a passage from Chi to Eng, which was easy, &amp;amp; another one from English to Chinese &amp;amp; I completely screw that up (If swine flu is 猪流感, bird flu must be 鸟流感 right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choir yesterday, we went to the General Office to talk with Mdm G cos the canteen was super noisy cos of the NCC people. Sarah was like, "I feel like I'm in a talk show." as we sat in the sofa. Haha, Oprah Winfrey??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I have Gordon Ramsey as my neighbour. #1, he's a British. #2, he curses a hell lot in his British accent. Last night, it was damn scary cos like in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up to him screaming every sentence with the word Fuck* in it. ("* you! Where the * are you?! Where the * did you go?! I can't *-ing stand this anymore!! I'm not gonna give a * anymore!! * this! What the * is *-ing wrong with you????!!!!! -hears something being thrown-") Oh my god, I was like damn scared cos the walls felt so thin. &amp;amp; mind you, the walls are, in actual fact, bloody hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me get me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm my own worst enemy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its bad when you annoy yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So irritating &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't wanna be my friend no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be somebody else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Don't let Me Get Me" by Pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-613957347715167093?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/613957347715167093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/613957347715167093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/freaky-frustrating.html' title='Freaky Frustrating'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4293742194621481501</id><published>2009-05-19T19:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:56:04.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Foot Taller</title><content type='html'>Ran 2.4km today &amp;amp; got locked out of the side gate. Nevermind, we're getting a few seconds deducted. I seriously thought I was going to die while I was running. After that I became a tomato/radiator. You pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results have been very disappointing. Very, very, very, to my standard. Okay, I have to not study for the next test anymore. Seems like everytime I study and put in effort, I get crap results and when I don't, my results seems better. Oh, &amp;amp; Ruth, if you're reading this, YOU OWE ME DRINKS! You know why. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I haven't been blogging cos of this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337497133906071378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ShKZXTAjD1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Xduax6hpM-Y/s320/boys+over+lfower.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Boys Over Flowers (Korean version). Ridiculously funny plot, cute cast and beautiful setting. Watching 2 episodes per week is not enough so I've been watching it online. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current obsession: Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch (male models, specifically. But I'm not fussy.) Beautiful, uncoloured pictures. Now scroll down &amp;amp; drooooooooool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501457445294002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ShKdS9coD7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/gN-Ip8WbZtE/s320/1_424080352l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337497147156260706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ShKZYEXo52I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1gukY1_ZU0Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337499828386769362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ShKb0IuzqdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DSW1XczMhpM/s320/abercrombie-and-fitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337497137431282882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ShKZXgJBhMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LftIPaQNk-s/s320/abercrombie-791418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337499664785713330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ShKbqnRRqLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EFZ8U4b9lZo/s320/waterspray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-hyperventilates &amp;amp; faints-&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/3918204181122150382-4293742194621481501?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4293742194621481501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4293742194621481501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/six-foot-taller.html' title='Six Foot Taller'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ShKZXTAjD1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Xduax6hpM-Y/s72-c/boys+over+lfower.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3484622962231636485</id><published>2009-05-15T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:54:37.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocoa Butter Formula</title><content type='html'>Okay, random title. The Palmer's Dark Chocolate &amp;amp; Peppermint LIP BUTTER I finally bought is right in front of me and that's what is written there. "Cocoa Buter Formula." Man, I miss the taste of cocoa. Anyway, 20% off it which means I still have some money left to spend on a piece of cake. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Star Trek was great. Well worth the 8 bucks I spend. Yes, I was right that Pine isn't hot. Yes, I was right that Spock is very..... soulful. Is that the word to use? Hmm, I dunno. He speaks in a very sophisticated manner though. And his ears...... I just want to chop them off. Speaking of ears, Germaine's ears are freaking cute. It's like so reddish and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. Yes, Star Trek was well worth it. &amp;amp; it's pretty damn cool. The sounds effect and the Starfleet thing was great. &amp;amp; I screamed at some parts but I don't think anybody heard cos the music was damn loud. I still can't get over the fact that I actually went to the movies to watch some actress who like to flaunt her, ahem, assets prance around and sing in that sickening sugary voice. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical was pretty big a disaster. I totally got marked down for Physics already. D-e-a-d. Forget it, I'm not gonna bother. My marks are already keyed in. Who cares? Then after that, went to wait in the canteen for Crystal to finish HMT. Fooled around and everything. Oh, Jasmine (accidentally) slapped my forehead. Yeah, she whacked Aijing, recoiled, and hit me, who was stupidly standing behind her. It happened too fast to even register lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina Square w/ Aijing, Hui Xian, Crystal &amp;amp; Jasmine. Jasmine left after lunch then we bowled and then played arcade. My inside of my wrist seriously hurts now. &amp;amp; the arcade cheated my $1. D: I put in the money, my foot on the accelerator and the stupid thing didn't start. Then played the Japanese version of Guitar Hero. Aijing totally trashed me again. Oh, the Jurassic Park thing was damn scary. I died so fast. :( &amp;amp; the stupid dinosaurs were like jumping right into my face with their claws out and my gun kept needed to be reloaded. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lost abit after we left Suntec. Walked all the way to Raffles wher the guard misled us to the bus stop opposite Capitol and all the buses were going to Jurong. -.- So Hui Xian's mum came to fetch us again (Thanks 1000x, auntie. :D) and ate ham in the car. Had a debate about what to eat ham with. C and I were in the Ham &amp;amp; cheese team &amp;amp; Hx was in the Ham and Butter team. I mean, solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely get my eyes to open now. So goodnight. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of movies are about life, mine are like a slice of cake. -Alfred Hitchcock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3484622962231636485?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3484622962231636485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3484622962231636485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/cocoa-butter-formula.html' title='Cocoa Butter Formula'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1062734998410187860</id><published>2009-05-14T11:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:49:41.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing It By Ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SguMo8vQZRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nmnTfiQbi5c/s1600-h/spock%2520(quinto).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335512818677474578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SguMo8vQZRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nmnTfiQbi5c/s320/spock%2520(quinto).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got a date with Spock &lt;strike&gt;&amp;amp; his bangs &amp;amp; his ears. &lt;/strike&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with all the major Mid-year papers. Whoohoo! I just have to make sure I don't break anything in the lab tomorrow and I'm all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaargh, I am totaly kicking myself for not buying any FC Barcelone souvenirs. %#*$%^)+_$*%?&gt;^. I walked past 4 of the official souvenir shops in Barcelone and guess what? I didn't even go into any of them cos I didn't know they are a pretty good team. Sooooooo, I flipping went into H&amp;amp;M instead. WTF IS THIS?! I FLEW 10+++ HOURS TO SPAIN AND I DIDN'T GET ANY FOOTBALL CLUB'S SOUVENIR. Damnit. Another thing, I covered around half the compound of Bernabéu Stadium in freezing cold Madrid and I couldn't find the Real Madrid souvenir shop. Then when I went on the subway, I saw this old woman carrying the paper bag. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I have to cool down. I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When at a loss at how to go on, in speaking, cough. -Greek proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1062734998410187860?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1062734998410187860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1062734998410187860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-it-by-ear.html' title='Playing It By Ear'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SguMo8vQZRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nmnTfiQbi5c/s72-c/spock%2520(quinto).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5657971609003357806</id><published>2009-05-09T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:38:51.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Earl, Why Are You So Grey?</title><content type='html'>I was packing up and all ready to go for cathecism class when I got a text from Gillian saying that there's no class this week. -.- Maybe that's a good thing cos I can rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept with just the fan on last night! It's quite hot but bearable. It rained so heavily at 5 o'clock and I had to climb up to close the window. Just as I was reaching the window, there was this great flsah of lightning in front of me. Damn scary. I dunno if it's on front of me cos my eyes were half-closed but after that, my eyes flew open and I immdiately pulled the window and ran back to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had this TV marathon yesterday. Mostly watching reality TV. I watch around.... 6 shows or so. I kept shuffling between channels and I was basically just lying on the couch. God knows how long I sat in front of the TV. Here's a list of some of the shows I watched (in no order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Survivor Toncatins (I nearly cried when they met up with their loved ones and everyone was crying. &lt;em&gt;Nearly&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Starter Wife (Hilarious! Kinda like chickflick &amp;amp; her red Berkin bag is fab-u-lous. Too bad it only lasted an hour. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beauty &amp;amp; The Geek (It's damn funny, each &lt;strike&gt;beauty&lt;/strike&gt; bimbo has to pair up with a geek/nerd and compete with other teams. There's this girl who sounds like a 5-year-old on helium. Her voice was damn annoying. If I were the geek, I would have slapped her. Actually, I think he was too besotted with her. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Biggest Loser (Why did they vote B out??!! Bully laaah. Just cos he can lose more weight than you. Pfft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She Spies (It's like the non-cartoon version of Totally Spies -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Project Runway (I think it's the old season. Yeah, Christian's ferosh! ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of exams next week! I have to hold one abit more then I can let go and go crazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring through a window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be like them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll mess it up again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Wonderful Worl"by James Morrison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5657971609003357806?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5657971609003357806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5657971609003357806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dear-earl-why-are-you-so-grey.html' title='My Dear Earl, Why Are You So Grey?'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6543475752449791178</id><published>2009-05-08T11:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:55:56.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity Affair</title><content type='html'>Yay! 201st post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Finally, half of mid-years are over. There's still one more week to go though. But most of the major one's were in this week. &amp;amp; I still think it's ridiculous to schedule Geog-elect and Literature in two consecutive days. How to study?! By the time I finished with Geog-elect, I had no more will/energy to study for Lit. Nevermind, at least it's over. :) But the past few days of preparation was crazy. My head was going to explode from memorising too much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I screwed up any of the paper much. Well, except for A-maths, which was a huge disaster. Shit, I musn't screw up Paper 2! &amp;amp; Ruth and I wrote the same thing for English compo!! (Hers is more exaggerated lah) Noooooo, so cliched. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing like f again. Seems like the stupid bug from the viral infection didn't completely dissapear. Tsssssk. My lungs and stomach hurts from coughing!! Aaargh. &amp;amp; because of this stoooooooopid caugh, I haven't eaten any hocolate since SYF preperation time. I am having major chocolate-withdrawal syptoms so don't come near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden liking for Earl Grey tea. (Hot with 3 teaspoons of sugar. No more, no less!) Maybe it's cos that's like the only sweet thing I can take without killing my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan: Slack until Sunday before killing my brain cells again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure. -Oprah Winfrey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6543475752449791178?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6543475752449791178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6543475752449791178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanity-affair.html' title='Vanity Affair'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5938959209928779083</id><published>2009-05-01T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:33:34.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-j-j-jaded</title><content type='html'>Happy Labour Day! Haha. I'm so glad there's such a day cos I can actually rest when I'm supposed to be studying. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of plans. I didn't go to Dan Ryan's for brunch, went to Hard Rock Cafe instead. Yeah, so cool, man! :] The clothes is so pretty but kinda expensive cos of the brand. But the atmosphere of the restaurant is damn nice. Like so punkish with all the guitars and pic from the '80s hanging all over the place. The variety of food isn't much but the portion is very, very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had this freaking weird and scary dream last night. I'm pretty sure I'm not the person in the dream. You know what I dreamt of? I was standing in front of the mirror and I was this 90kg, triple-chin woman with legs as wide as a tree trunk. Not unlike Susan Boyle minus the fantastic voice. The thing that made me sure I wasn't the one in the dream was cos the girl (whoever that is) decided that she would do yoga and run to get into shape. RUN! Cannot be me lah. If it was me, I would be in front of the fridge already. Still damn scary anyhoo cos it felt so real. :(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started studying yet! Aaargh, I cannot bring myself to sit in front of books and go through them. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I translated Beatles songs for my English class. -Christian Lacroix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5938959209928779083?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5938959209928779083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5938959209928779083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/05/j-j-j-jaded.html' title='J-j-j-jaded'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3038249647529027508</id><published>2009-04-29T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:33:31.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm no longer sick! Yay!! But I'm still coughing though. Sad. I can hear my chocolates in the fridge practically screaming for me. Hopefully by the end of this week, I can answer them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been busy as usual. I've been dead tired as usual. Mid-years next week. Really scary. I still can't bring myself to study. No surprises there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch at Dan Ryan's this Friday sounds pretty darn good, doesn't it? Okay, it's a date then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do my Chemistry now. Sigh, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music is what feelings sound like. -Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3038249647529027508?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3038249647529027508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3038249647529027508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7207295111076113818</id><published>2009-04-25T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:53:57.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinity &amp; Beyond</title><content type='html'>Fever's down, finally. Was sweating like crazy when I woke up at 6am to take my medicine even though I felt so bloody cold. I hate how fever like, toys with your mind and everything goes topsy-turvy. &amp;amp; I'm coughing till my lungs hurt so much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for A-maths this morning and then off to the doctor's. He said that if my fever doesn't subside on Monday, he's gonna do blood test. :/ Missed school yesterday cos I felt like crap, physically. So I watched Bride Wars on DVD which was... meaningless and kinda funny and in Gwen's words "childish and nonsense" or something like that, I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno who I can actually rest and recover well when I have this nagging thought at the back of my mind saying, "Ohohohohohom you have loads of homework to do. Still wanna lie down with the wet towel on your head??" Sigh.. Not a good time to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I am very sure that I'm weird. I took the drowsy medicine the doctor prescribed and it doesn't work on me. I'm as alert as usual and I can't even fall asleep but once I do, I can't wake up. That's the worst part. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself, is the same person who's been standing beside you all along. - Bride Wars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7207295111076113818?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7207295111076113818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7207295111076113818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/fevers-down-finally.html' title='Infinity &amp; Beyond'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5286161253397067868</id><published>2009-04-23T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:52:48.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Brain Sounds Delish</title><content type='html'>I'm having viral infection. Fever, cough, flu. This is crazy. My temperature shot up to like, 38.9 during reccess today and when I went to the doctor's. Yup, I dragged myself to school cos I didn't want to miss E-maths and SS (for two weeks running). Sigh.. The nerd I am. Even though my temperture was like 38.3 last night, I stayed up to complete my A-maths and all the other stuff. I don't think I'll be able to sleep if I didn't do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people were like, "You don't seem sick." I think that's cos I was still talking, laughing, smiling alot. Hey, once a chatterbox, always a chatterbox. (: I seriously hope I didn't pass the bug to anyone cos it'll make you feel really miserable and uncomfortable. I was fine in school, like normal but feeling very hot but now although my fever has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was very detailed. Okay, try to understand the physics of fever. ""When you have fever, you'll suddenly feel very cold. But you're actually not cold, your temperature's actually very hot. So when you're feeling cold, throw up the blankets and tell you man, 'That's it! I've had enough! I'm going opposite!' " I nearly died choking when he said about the man thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I spilled laksa on Alicia. I was walking to the table with the broken chair and I said to Ruth, "Ruth, of all the table to choose, you choose the one with th-" Splat! I lost my gripping and dropped the bowl. Really sorry, Alicia! I felt so guilty. Summore you were standing there cos you wanted to offer to help us buy drinks. A few things you can learn from here: 1) Don't ever curse a table &amp;amp; 2) Don't be too nice and offer to buy drinks around your clumsy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Aijing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hehe, this is the pinkest shade of pink ever. I'm so sorry that it kind of slipped my mind. :/ I'll go hunt for your pink present for you. Oh &amp;amp; please do come down for reccess more often. It's good to socialise not only among your classmates but also with your friends from other classes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Xian's coming back from Japan today. I think she's reached/ reaching. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if I'm going to school tomorrow. I have the MC.... Chances of me going are very slim. I want to stay home and sleep and watch TV in the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fever is an expression of inner rage. -Julia Roberts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5286161253397067868?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5286161253397067868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5286161253397067868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/fried-brain-sounds-delish.html' title='Fried Brain Sounds Delish'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3646380539344287834</id><published>2009-04-19T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:22:25.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehwhere Above Cloud One-Oh-Nine</title><content type='html'>My title.......... does it sound like I'm happy?? Cos I'm definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that thunder I hear?? I honestly hope it will rain tonight. Not just drizzle but really, really heavy rain with alot of lightning and very loud thunder. Then I can curl up under the blanket and be calmed by the sound of the rain against the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start from Friday. Had lunch with Alicia &amp;amp; Crystal in Parkway Parade. Then took a bus to Bedok Stadium &amp;amp; I promptly went off to sit in Rutherford. Yup, good view of the finish line. Anyway, the stadium was so bloody hot. They should definitely consider installing some fans there. The free, cold Milo was good and I went off to take 2 mini cups with Nikki, the greedy girl who stacked her drinks together after finishing them and carried them around. Hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo grading was okay. Nearly forgot my pattern halfway through and the girl behind me was too close to me to kick to end off my pattern. So I had to wait with my right leg in mid-air like some idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up until midnight to talk to Crystal. Don’t feel too sadddd, they’re not worth it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to catch up on. Schoolwork-wise, I mean. Aaargh, shit. I don’t feel like studying. I forced myself to sit down and make notes for Lit and I’m dead tired now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a long kiss goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything will be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that I won't feel a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me novacaine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Give Me Novacaine" by Green Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3646380539344287834?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3646380539344287834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3646380539344287834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/somehwhere-above-cloud-one-oh-nine.html' title='Somehwhere Above Cloud One-Oh-Nine'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1661596414336761667</id><published>2009-04-16T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:17:59.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sweat</title><content type='html'>“Choir number 31, Tanjong Katong Secondary School Choir. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gold With Honours&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyesyes!! We got Gold With Honours for SYF! I am so damn happy right now. Omg, the last 3 magic words… Everybody jumped and screamed until VCH’s ceiling came crashing down. Teehee. :DDDDDD My throat is very hoarse now. Yeah, too much screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my phone battery went flat when we reached VCH. Stupid phone. I charged it last night, with the switch on 1000%, and then when I switched it on this morning, there was only like 1/8th of it left. What the hell. So damn pissed cos I couldn’t take pictures with my fabulous camera and flash. Neverming, took manymany pictures with other people’s camera and everything. Please send it to me ASAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to those people who wished me luck and congratulated me afterwards. It means so much. Oh &amp;amp; to Kenn &lt;strike&gt;the midget&lt;/strike&gt; who said, “I hope you all don’t get Gold With Honours.” You can go suck balls now. Cos we did it, we got Gold With Honours. Sucker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that a few night ago, I had leg cramps when I was sleeping. It was so pain that I woke up. Damn scary. Then I fall back asleep again, obviously. And the next day, my calf muscles was damn pain. So cool, first time I have leg cramps. In my sleep summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winning isn't everything...it's the only thing. –Vincent van Gogh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1661596414336761667?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1661596414336761667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1661596414336761667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-sweat.html' title='No Sweat'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-945169691113181102</id><published>2009-04-15T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:13:22.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Momento</title><content type='html'>I've been horrendously busy this week. It's good to finally take a breather now, today cos we're gonna be missing tomorrow's lessons anyway. Here's a look at my schedule for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monday- A-maths test&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Chemistry test (Damn bloody long &amp;amp; difficult)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (today)- SS &amp;amp; &lt;strike&gt;geog-elect&lt;/strike&gt; test (geog-elect test postponed to next week cos they wanna let us rest. Yay!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday- SYF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Sport's Day&lt;br /&gt;Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday- Taekwondo grading&lt;/blockquote&gt;So you see?? &amp;amp;'my stomach's been growling at approximately 5.35pm everyday cos of the fabulous school food which forces me to eat very little for lunch. Annoying. I wonder when I'll get a hole in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er......... Easter mass on Sunday was crowded. Super packed. &amp;amp; the skit was quite cute but the main characters tried too hard to be cool and young. They kept saying, "yeah, totally." "Duh!" "Lame, man." Erm okay, honey, saying that won't make you any younger. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, then the other day, Adam put some lame notes on my pencil case while I went out for the 12.30 choir session. Walao, I got damn pissed cos Ms C put it under the visualiser for the whole class to see and I am certain a lot of people think it's me (wth) but anyway everything's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa people falling sick nowadays. It's scary, There's like this flu-fever bug flying around. I didn't dare step into B class until yesterday cos the area around Ruth &amp;amp; Alicia's seat is like full of the bug &amp;amp; I didn't want to fall sick right before SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothe's friend is so damn annoying. I think he called him like &lt;strike&gt;58921&lt;/strike&gt; 6 times. SO FREAKING ANNOYING &amp;amp; my brother is out playing soccer and his stupid ringtone is&lt;br /&gt;so disgusting. Oh he just picked up the phone and said, "Oh, it's you. I went down play soccer. Bye." Stupid 11-year olds!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I teared up while singing Sakura today. Nonono, not cos it was so touching (it was lah, abit) but cos the AC was blowing directly into my eyes and then suddenly Mr K looked damn blur and everything cos my right eye suddenly had a lot of tears. Dunno what's wrong with my eyes these days, always very dry and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF's tomorrow. It's so fast. 28 days ago, it was "Oh, one month to SYF." &amp;amp; now, it's less than 24 hours to competition time. All the practices, those hours spent drilling on bits here and there...... My first and last SYF with TK Choir. "It's in you. You all just have to focus really hard." or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be who you want to be, be who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's a hero, everyone's a star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Welcome To Wherever You Are" by Bon Jovi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-945169691113181102?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/945169691113181102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/945169691113181102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-momento.html' title='Una Momento'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8598453933257449267</id><published>2009-04-11T16:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:19:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix That Neon</title><content type='html'>Some stupid taxi driver nearly ran over me. Walao, stupid Ah Pek saw me standing in the middle of the road in the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; and still smile and turn to the right just when I put my right foot out. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7am yesterday to go for Good Friday services. Prety long mass, then rushed off to choir. It was pretty hot in the hall cos "we sound good with the air-con on" so they switched off the fans &amp;amp; air-con but there was a bit of wind, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after choir, I saw this girl in the opposite block and I mistook her for Alicia. I was like, "Is that Alicia?? She sure looks like her." Then Crystal said, "No, it's not. Eh, it is........" She wanted to say it is [insert name here] but as usual, I don't think so I just waved and smiled like damn enthu while she gave me the "wtf" look from across. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After choir, went through a bit of Chemistry with AL cos we've been missing lessons. Then she asked us to wait for her outside the staff room. So Indah, Crystal and I went to sit on the metal chair while the rain splashed on us. &amp;amp; the lightning was freaking scary. I was so sure it would strike one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparring on Thursday was pretty tough &amp;amp; I was sweating like a cow by the end of it. My clothes were completely soaked. It was damn funny at one point when the instructor was getting us ready to start kicking each other then suddenly there's some damn loud Hokkien song blasting through the studio. I practically cringed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching quite a lot of DVDs lately. Eagle Eye, Red Cliff etc. I usually don't watch those Chinese period movie but I thought Red Cliff was awesome. Some of the generals are seriously genius. Eagle Eye was o-kay. The chasing scenes was great but the plot was so-so only. Shia Labeouf isn't that hot or brawny but he can act pretty well. Unlike some &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt;, hunky star who can't really act. I am, of course, talking about the prettiest guy ever, Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from long time ago. Credits to Crystal for uploading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323354308135936418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SeBaifX84aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qLnJ8Nbju8o/s320/buss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Crystal (right) and I on the bus back from NYJC. Taken with Ruth's phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323354311902421026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SeBaitZ84CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xnN5WgZ0Nj8/s320/plague.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taken outside VCH, below Stamford Raffles' statue. Ruth's (below left) and Jasmine's eyes were closed. They're like cavewoman, can't take flash or light. Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing new under the sun but there are lots of old things we don't know. -Ambrose Bierce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8598453933257449267?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8598453933257449267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8598453933257449267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/fix-that-neon.html' title='Fix That Neon'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SeBaifX84aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qLnJ8Nbju8o/s72-c/buss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3426291088620985236</id><published>2009-04-09T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:02:46.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Characters</title><content type='html'>SYF is exactly in 7 days. SEVEN DAYS!!! Okay, relax. Practices so far has been pretty good. Just hope we don't panic on stage on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Siglap for practice yesterday. Did some yoga and then everyone lied down on the floor to sing Sakura with the lights off. Super nice cos we had to like, move at our own pace cos we obviously couldn’t see the conductor.But I couldn’t relax anyway and I could feel myself frowning at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think blogging is fun anymore. Actually, I don’t think anything is fun anymore. It’s all a façade. Browsing through Flickr got me thinking. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some email I received a few days ago. It’s one of those bad luck/ see ghot if you don’t forward sort but I couldn’t be bothered to bother. I think it’s kinda true though, what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA (The Lame One): Nice to everyone they meet. Their love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! However, not the kind of person you wanna mess with... You might end up crying. &lt;s&gt;9 years of bad luck if you do not forward. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..... The Lame One. -_- Other than that most of the thing is kinda true especially the 2nd last sentence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not sorry for who I am, so don't expect me to apologise. -JM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3426291088620985236?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3426291088620985236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3426291088620985236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/chinese-characters.html' title='Chinese Characters'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6168582100067115472</id><published>2009-04-05T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:03:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piece That Doesn’t Fit</title><content type='html'>Performance at NYJC yesterday was not bda. At least we didn't screw up as badly as we did in VJC. But the whole sitting and then going on stage in quartet position was screwed. Yup, I was standing next to a wrong person on my right. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7 cos we had to reach school at 8 to do warm-ups under the rotunda. Was standing at the position where the sun was shining directly at. Damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m suddenly very in love with beef. Ate beef for lunch &amp;amp; dinner today. Had dinner at that crazy Aston place where the queue’s like a few miles long. Food was o-kay. Oh yeah, have to remind my mum to get some Swedish meatballs from Ikea tomorrow. Oooooh, Swedish meatball with boiled potatoes aand mushroom sauce is fantastico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I appeal to all Korean drama producers and scriptwriters to please stop producing/ writing scripts that are so addicting cos my mum has to STOP watching her Korean dramas. It’s getting very very annoying. She talks about the shows when she’s not watching them. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched abit of Formula One just now. They had to stop the race cos it’s raining like mad in Sepang. I want some Ferrari merchandise so I kept hinting to my dad to buy some back from Germany the next time he goes. But he just said flatly, “The windbreaker like that costs S$300 in Germany. It’s not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; cheap.” Okay, that shut me up. Gee, so pretty and so overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back KL. To eat and shop and basically just slack. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as my conscience is clear, what other people say of me does not bother me. -Lee Wei Ling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6168582100067115472?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6168582100067115472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6168582100067115472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/piece-that-doesnt-fit.html' title='The Piece That Doesn’t Fit'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3440946183381819973</id><published>2009-04-02T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:40:46.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Minute</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post before I go off for Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is suuuuuuper hot. Absolutely torturous during SS today. Sweating like mad and still have to listen to Mdm M mumbling nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir members can go off from 12.30 on Mondays to Wednesdays for choir practice for the next 2 weeks or so. Hmm... On one hand, it's good cos we get to skip lessons but on the other hand, I'll be skipping Geog elect lessons and we all know how awesome I am in that subject. &amp;amp; it's like the only two periods I have in that entire week. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Continued, after coming back from Taekwondo and finished dinner.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir practices these days are very, very intense. Especially when we sing Sakura. All eyes on Mr K as he keeps doing rubato and everything. You can literally feel everybody’s giving in 101%. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was rehearsal on Tuesday at VCH. Nice building, 1st time going in there. Kinda reminds me of the competition venue in Russia. Somebody, can’t remember who, said it’s like a funeral parlour. Old &amp;amp; eerily quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I failed Physics the other day. Yup, 1st time I ever failed my Sciences. Man, it was damn bad. Nevermind, I shall do 100000times better the next time. Guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired nowadays. This week have been especially hectic. Staying back for like… every single day until 5-ish. I dunno how much longer I can hold on. I just feel like switching on the air-con and my iPod and lying on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my iPod, I need to buy a speaker. Hehe. Dad’s given me the green light to go get a good one. :D My darling iPod’s been with me for…….5 months and been conking out on me every now and then (the coverflow doesn’t always work andand sometimes they just purposely not give me any cards that can be played so that I can’t finish playing Solitaire) but I still love it nevertheless. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm… Oh yeah, dad’s gone for Lasik sugery to get rid of his short-sightedness. It sounds dangerous/gross/scary. “They’ll slice the top part of your eyes and then clean it and put it back in. Then he'll.............” Uuurgh, what if they accidentally drop the top part of your eye??  Or like, tear it? Then how??!! But anyway, he like, has perfect eyesight now so……… He couldn’t see this morning though. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone - but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. -Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3440946183381819973?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3440946183381819973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3440946183381819973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-minute.html' title='In A Minute'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5984593352274985222</id><published>2009-03-28T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:58:11.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proving Your Stupidity, Once Again</title><content type='html'>The lamest conversation I have ever had online. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copy and pasted the conversation last night. It's damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;For easy reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Andrew(prankster)-blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nic Ho (silent partner in crime)-green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me (gullible)-red&lt;/span&gt;. All &lt;s&gt;Farida's babies&lt;/s&gt; from 2A (last time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Science Edublog.&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when u upload the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suddenly there will be a lag and one message right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a popup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;right click n allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i click alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but when i go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dont have the pics D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;go to photobucket, copy direct link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;photobucket say need make account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so make lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.50 per year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hav to use photobucket or else cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;new registration fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITS FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=48]smile smii smile[/c]-+TurtLeHead~~[c=#FF8000]slipper\\[/c] MINIDIRT. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bj?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they say need to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO NEED LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i sign up free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they noe u rich thats y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;\=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then how come they say there Make payment to the-uglytruth.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shut up lah u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ 敏 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;joker!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·$9ουσ. ανδρέας _XXI ·$12Gaucho ; Stoke #21 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cannot believe I fell for their joke/trap. &amp;amp; I was rushing to meet the 12midnight deadline cos I decided to change the skin at 11.45, with Aijing's help. So on the left, I was modifying the template, on the right, I was walking right into a trap. Walao, waste my time. The expression on my face after the conversation was this: -______- (Yan Wei expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then on the bus back from choir today...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Crystal, help me press the button (to stop the bus), I think nobody pressed.&lt;br /&gt;Ridhwan: Press already lah.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: It's good to press twice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How come the light there not on? *points to sign above door*&lt;br /&gt;Ridhwan: The sign says Doors Closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me these days? I swear, the words, I Am Stupid, are forming on my forehead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, choir today was o-kay. I could get my notes way better than yesterday when standing in quartet. Performed with VS today. Their Meow-ing is so cute. AL decided to be extra after the whole session. Seeing her on weekdays is more than enough. Now on weekends too?! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Chelsea's pool party soon. Later 'gator. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits. -Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5984593352274985222?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5984593352274985222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5984593352274985222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/proving-your-stupidity-once-again.html' title='Proving Your Stupidity, Once Again'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-9135149082038082511</id><published>2009-03-27T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:48:39.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Greek To Me</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaargh, I cannot believe it!!!! I was &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; close to going to yehsfdmdl(for free!!!!!!) and now I can't go cos of qwoiufmdnfkjvch. Damnitdamnitdamnit. I seriously felt like crying when DM said, "Oh, like that ah. Cannot leh." She also looked damn sad. Oh my goodness. Aaaaargh!! NONONONONO. This shouldn't be the way. Man, we better get Gold With Honours for SYF, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt damn miserable in the afternoon but I'm feeling much better now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choir at Siglap South CC was o-kay. The stretching bit was fun. Had to do some weird strectches and yoga pose to stretch our back and stomach mucles. And had an impromptu performance with Catholic High. Aaah, those &lt;s&gt;midgets&lt;/s&gt; little boys were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was hungry just now &amp;amp; decided to have cinnamon toast. I went and lifted the bag of bread and looked at the bottom to count the number of slices in the bag. &amp;amp; guess what???? I went face to face with the ugliest creature ever- a freaking lizard. Omg, we were eyeball to eyeball. Needless to say, I screamed. &amp;amp; the two VERY helpful people in the house at the time (mum &amp;amp; bro) was like, rushing me to throw it away. Walao, no guts then ask people to do. So anyway, I brought out those BBQ tongs, took a deep breath, cursed the lizard, clipped the tongs to the plastic bag and ran screaming all the way to the dustbin chute. I couldn’t stop jumping and screaming after that. This is more traumatizing than the man in the baby pink bikini. I don’t think I can ever eat Cinammon bread ever again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit. Have damn a lot of homework, no kidding. D: On the bright side, I finally posted my Science blog. Lame lah, I am so not proud of my work. Aaargh, nevermind, at least it’s over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317832131034899794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Scy8Jel-ZVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/F72zmiMoglI/s320/Picture_026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lossburg, Germany. Di sent me the picture, taken a few days ago. The houses look like thosegingerbread houses with those awesome sugar icing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess we just can't have the best of both worlds. Life's not meant to be so easy. -JM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-9135149082038082511?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/9135149082038082511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/9135149082038082511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-greek-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s Greek To Me'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Scy8Jel-ZVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/F72zmiMoglI/s72-c/Picture_026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2195855091156892340</id><published>2009-03-26T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:19:15.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Drain</title><content type='html'>Morning sectionals started abit late today. When walking up to class with Try, he was like, "Eh, look at your two friends there." &amp;amp; I saw Ruth and Crystal standing side-by-side, looking over at TKGS like they were watching a hippopotamus dancing. The look on their face was damn funny, like in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my result slip today. Results are satisfactory. Actually, I'm damn happy cos I got a single digit for my L1R5. :D Anyway, couldn't stop jumping when I got the slip and I think everybody surrounding me &amp;amp; Miss Lui took like a few steps back. Monday morning- breakfast with the principal. I'm not expecting much but hey, if there's free food, count me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bonkers during English supplementary today. I seriously couldn't stop laughing. Like, I was explaining one question to Xian Kai and mid-sentence, I just started giggling and burst out laughing. &amp;amp; then I cooled down, did my question and when he coughed, I started laughing again. Oh, I am such a nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do Chinese draft now. So sad, I practically have to check every single word on my English-Chinese dictionary. Man, my Chinese sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine. -"The Remedy" by Jason Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2195855091156892340?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2195855091156892340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2195855091156892340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/brain-drain.html' title='Brain Drain'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3234835101628624238</id><published>2009-03-24T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:41:58.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens Alienating Alocohoco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ScjEa6xmH4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RKYPB8hX33I/s1600-h/nr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316715326843789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ScjEa6xmH4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RKYPB8hX33I/s320/nr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think Nicole Richie looks like a Chinese in the picture above?! A chinese with a blonde wig. I think it's ocs of her eyes.. and the bangs. Notice the alliteration in my title (which has nothing to do with Nicole Richie). :D I made that up in a split second. Bullshit-ing with Ritesh and started talking about alliteration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan freaking fell asleep during Chemistry today. He was watching sticking pins into the soft board, not bothering to help obviously/as usual and then he fell asleep. At first, I thought he was just meditating or something then I nudged him and he jumped like damn high. The look on his face was priceless. Damn funny. So........ don't fall asleep when you're supposed to be helping/working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went swimming the other day and I saw this guy in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;baby pink&lt;/span&gt; trunks! At first, I thought it was a woman in a baby pink bikini but after I jumped into the pool, I saw that he had no top so definitely can't be a woman, plus he had a very hairy chest. Oooooooh, my eyes! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the mini trunks in such a hideous colour could barely cover his arse. Man, that was traumatising..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To kick off the day/term yesterday, Gwen gave me a Maltesers Tease to "promote fertility" cos it was in a shape of an egg and bright red in colour. All the SS case studies on Singapore's low birth rate is getting into her head but it was damn good. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a crowded bus, one man noticed that another man had his eyes closed. "What's the matter? Are you sick?" he asked. "No, I'm okay. It's just that I hate to see old ladies standing." -funshun.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3234835101628624238?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3234835101628624238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3234835101628624238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/aliens-alienating-alocohoco.html' title='Aliens Alienating Alocohoco'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ScjEa6xmH4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RKYPB8hX33I/s72-c/nr3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-9050340872664217603</id><published>2009-03-22T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:06:02.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Deal</title><content type='html'>My dad got me a BMW shirt from Munich. :DDD &amp;amp; I can't wait for him to get back from Germany aka Birkenstock-land cos he's got loads of candy and sugar-loaded junk. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting tomorrow. Nooooooooo!! I don't mind going to school but I can't stand the idea of waking up at 6 in the morning. That's crazy. &amp;amp; sitting in front of AL while she says, "Okay, alright" in every sentence. Pfft, annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is not even a holiday. I didn't even get to go out at all. I still haven't finish all my work. Nevermind, I bet everyone's rushing now, At least I finish the stupid Science blog. All I have to do is wait till next week and post it. It's plain bullshit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to visit Alicia &amp;amp; her baby soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your dog is fat, you're not getting enough exercise. -Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-9050340872664217603?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/9050340872664217603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/9050340872664217603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-deal.html' title='The Real Deal'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-42258021778746455</id><published>2009-03-20T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:24:55.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bluejay Sings</title><content type='html'>Mock SYF performance tody was pretty bad. Actually, it was worse than pretty bad. Zhu Li Guan was o-kay but Sakura was a complete flop. FLOP. Mr K looked like he wanted to kill the Altos. that was freaking scary. I pray, pray, pray that we can please get our "A" note and not go flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isit that everytime we perform in that hall in VJC, we somehow always screw up?? 2 years ago, in preparation for the Pattaya competition, we performed there and our Binama was like so rushed that the claps at the end was done in like, a nanosecond. Okay, I'm exaggarating, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went for Station of the Cross and mass just now. Church was kinda empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. I think I have ear infection. Must be because I accidentally shot the water into my ear while showering yesterday. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post a super unglam shot of me, taken my Crystal. Yeah, unglam but whatever. Honey mustard chicken foccacia sandwich. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Picture deleted although I seriously love the colour of my arm in the picture.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Eat your veggies, kids. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-42258021778746455?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/42258021778746455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/42258021778746455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/bluejay-sings.html' title='The Bluejay Sings'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3032957841313493531</id><published>2009-03-19T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:15:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly, Baby, Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ScI1beOSf9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/GYmz9bunDag/s1600-h/IMGP2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314869256336342994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ScI1beOSf9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/GYmz9bunDag/s320/IMGP2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My braces is turning yellow. Noooooooo!!! Note to all people who have to choose a power chain colour: for the love of straight teeth, please, for goodness' sake, do not choose grey power chain cos it'll come out like silver-pearl colour and it will turn yellow in 3 days time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have changed my blogskin. Duh. Cos the previous one had some image error where the bandwidth excceeded or something of the sort. &amp;amp; I'm rather fond of grey right now so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF is exactly one month's time away. Having some sort of mock SYF tomorrow in VJC. Hmm.. choir workshop yesterday was okay. My shoulders hurt like crazy. Mr C was kinda funny. I was expecting a grey-haired tall old ang-moh, the type that scares the crap outta me during piano exams, but Mr C is a Phillippino, I think, with a really huge tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kenny, for helping me with the stupid Science blog thing. &amp;amp; stop changing URL already lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking, and the more I think about it, the more I think I should just stop thinking, right now. -JM&lt;/em&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/3918204181122150382-3032957841313493531?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3032957841313493531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3032957841313493531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/fly-baby-fly.html' title='Fly, Baby, Fly'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/ScI1beOSf9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/GYmz9bunDag/s72-c/IMGP2366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7530960838577660773</id><published>2009-03-17T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:17:04.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La-La-Land</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 7.30 this morning to go swimming. :DDD Am so proud of myself cos I had to literally drag myself out of the bed. But the only reason I went swimming at such an hour was cos I knew that I had to wake up early for choir anyway so might as well wake up a little bit earlier and go downstairs to swim. The water was warm, which was surprising cos it has been raining like mad yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir today was.... interesting. The Music Room was full of the Band people's spit. Like there's puddles of spit here and there. Damn gross. I was trying my best not to step onto the spit cos it'll be super disgusting. Imagine some other people's spit soaking through your socks and your feet will feel damp. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for like 45mins in the airport today for my grandparents. It was super slow and my brother and I thought that they have already left but their plane haven't even arrived yet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my braces colour to grey yesterday. Well, it's supposed to be grey but it turned out more like metallic silver which is sorta nice. The dentist said once my bite perfects (the jaws touch each other), I can take it out but I just realised that the main problem, my two front teeth, isn't even straight yet. So I have to tell him to straighten it, he'll get damn pissed and pluck out all my teeth. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the hell did we wind up like this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's rewrite an ending that fits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of a Hollywood horror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Someday" by Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7530960838577660773?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7530960838577660773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7530960838577660773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-la-land.html' title='La-La-Land'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5818549562080316152</id><published>2009-03-16T11:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:54:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I finally altered my skirt after 3 years. Yayyyyy!!! I finally asked my dad and he said yes. -.- Lesson learnt: Once mum says no, immediately appeal to dad. Actually I didn't alter much, just one fold cos my dad was ther also and he kept saying, "Not so short! Not so short!" K, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing 1st row for SYF which means I get to do the "-st" for mist for White Horses. :) Standing in between Astrid and Weiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are thinking of sending me to China during the June Holidays. Well, not really sending me, I mean they're going to be there too but I have to attend school there. Bluak! Who wants to attend school during the holidays?! A school where I have to speak Chinese no less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened this few days. I have tried to start my holiday homework but I always find an excuse not to do it. I actually wanted to go swimming but it started drizzling.. For once, when I actually wanted to swim, it started drizzling. Annoying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some long overdue shots from NUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627180352856610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sb3LxInK4iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EtLPyc1DcYc/s320/IMGP2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, my hand looks big. I love this thing. Anybody knows where I can buy it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627188900798722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sb3LxodKIQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wIJEU2yzZtQ/s320/IMGP2320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Xian (left) and I. Those are sponges shaped like durians. I have no idea what this experiment is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627188715859698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sb3LxnxELvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OU-J4tp5A2g/s320/IMGP2350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's an experiment. Sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313627195481484498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sb3LyA-HbNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/39NKOoBYFkg/s320/IMGP2405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rootbeer, the ultimate thirst quencher on a hot day. :D Aijing forced Hui Xian not to touch the rootbeer bottle. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How might the world change- how might we change- if we mastered this word (hello)? -Reader's Digest March 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5818549562080316152?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5818549562080316152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5818549562080316152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/Sb3LxInK4iI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EtLPyc1DcYc/s72-c/IMGP2316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-470270045647633648</id><published>2009-03-12T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:21:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle Mode</title><content type='html'>So this morning, I got an SMS from Kenny right after I stepped out of the shower. &amp;amp; it made me very happy coooooos he told me that I got in to SYF! Haha, yeah, I somehow got through the audition which I thought I screw up very badly for. SYF is exactly 5 weeks away. Omg, FIVE WEEKS! Mdm Goo said we must chiong all the way. The way she said it was damn cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, got back all my result already. Satisfied with most of them except Chemistry. &gt;:( Chem sucks. The Chem teacher sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was fun today. Went out with some of the girls from choir to Pizza Hut and caused chaos there. You can imagine the amount of noise we made. Oh, &amp;amp; Sara threw herself across like 3 people into Jasmine's lap when the other girls took her phone. Shady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I need to alter my skirt cos it being so long is really annoying me, now more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I practice every day to find some clever lines to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make the meaning come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm alone with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Something Stupid" by Robbie Williams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-470270045647633648?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/470270045647633648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/470270045647633648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/shuffle-mode.html' title='Shuffle Mode'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1488238630457131868</id><published>2009-03-10T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:14:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B Is Bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S</title><content type='html'>Choir audition yesterday was &lt;em&gt;so messed up &lt;/em&gt;*fake bimbo accent*. No, seriously. I think I screwed up more than the 1st time, if that is even possible. I think we'll get to know the results soon enough. Probably on Friday. Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back more of the CA results today. I'm kinda satisfied with most of them, especially Lit but as for Geog-elect... It's not unexpected but still disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think AL sucks. She still hasn't returned our Chemistry paper yet!!! Aaaargh, she just threatens us and load us with all the bullshit. Damndamn. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to NUS today for some Science demonstration. Only 20 people in my group. 3/4 of them were from 3A. Bus ride there and back was hilarious. Omg, the campus there is fab-u-lous. We had lunch at Megabite cafe &amp;amp; the food there is like restaurant-class in an affordable price. Really, really good. I wish TK's school food was like that. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to upload the photos I've taken from my camera but somehow the computer can't read my camera. Damnit. Nevermind. I have camp photos taken from Jie Pin's camera. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we realise that there was such a function in the camera called Flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311559505108073986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SbZzOmFQ_gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-bsk3L5OBNs/s320/CIMG3395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311559499950115554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SbZzOS3gyuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T_e977_9_Fk/s320/CIMG3393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311559493755654946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SbZzN7yo0yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v2RGii7zPTM/s320/CIMG3392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below (from left to right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top row: Beverly, Xiao Tian, Jie Pin, Nikki, Shaza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom Row: Sara, Indah, Crystal, me, Cherisha (Ham), Jia Ying, Shahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311559506723603426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SbZzOsGcA-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xaoSFZMLxWA/s320/CIMG3401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whaddya tell you about Cherisha's legs?? They're as burnt &amp;amp; as red as ham. Oh &amp;amp; in case you're wondering why I'm in such a weird position. It's cos I was sliding off the bed after setting the camera and running to position. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the 3C girls are really awesome/fantabulous/brilliant. :D Including Gwen &amp;amp; Khai Qi who didn't go for the camp. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden, Ripe, Boneless Bananas, 39 Cents A Pound. - Advertisement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1488238630457131868?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1488238630457131868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1488238630457131868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/b-is-bananas-b-n-n-s.html' title='B Is Bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SbZzOmFQ_gI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-bsk3L5OBNs/s72-c/CIMG3395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-2037404754558129336</id><published>2009-03-08T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:03:50.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Pangs Of Cravings</title><content type='html'>For once, my title is going to tally with the post. OKay, so like my title says, I've been having these sudden pangs of craving for food. The sort that must be satisfied ASAP if not I will go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last night, I bugged my dad to purposely drive to Geylang to buy my Tau Foo Fa since Mr Bean had already closed down. -.- Make me walk out all alone at night and then when I reached the Mr Bean shop, it was all dark and empty. Walao. Anyway, I had some Tau Foo Fa from Geylang but I should have asked for more sugar syrup cos it wasn't sweet enough. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, I suddenly felt like having cheesecake. So when I went to Marina Square, I had bought the Americano cheesecake from Secret Recipe. It wasn't&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; good but satisfactory. (: The chocolate layer on top was really great though, sweet &amp;amp; chocolate-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm currently addicted to food blogs. Dessert blogs, to be more specific. Yesyesyes. I've been drooling at the pictures of the desserts online and trying to suss out recipes that seems bakeable. That is, if my mother ever allow me to use the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my mum is having major PMS/ menopause now although I think it is a bit too early for her to be menopausing. So I shall just think she's having the "Ah Ber Syndrome" which is screaming at everybody and thinking that the main goal of people's life is to irritate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir audition again tomorrow. I don't think I'm ready but it better be for real this time. i cna't stand waiting anymore. Another week of school starting. Sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ideas should be clear and chocolate thick.  Las cosas claras y el chocolate espeso. -Spanish Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-2037404754558129336?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2037404754558129336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/2037404754558129336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/sudden-pangs-of-cravings.html' title='Sudden Pangs Of Cravings'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8238011043544458950</id><published>2009-03-06T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:51:44.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left, Right</title><content type='html'>Helloooooooooooooo civilisation! Just came back from camp at around 1+. Had McDonald's for lunch. I totally regret eating the French Fries cos I can barely talk now. But the Coke was brilliant. &amp;amp; the first thing my brother did when he saw me was irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation went something like that:&lt;br /&gt;Bro, "Eh, root beer ah. No Coke."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "What?! Nononono, WHY?!"&lt;br /&gt;Bro, "McDonald ran out of Coke."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Noooooooooooo [practically screaming, as much as my hoarse voice allow me to]. I NEED COKE!"&lt;br /&gt;Bro, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. [eyes tearing up from laughing too hard] You actually believe me?! How can McDonald run out of Coke?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid of me to actually let an 11-year-old kid make me believe that McDonald can actually run out of Coke and make me so agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, camp was fun. Tiring but fun. It rained like mad when we first reached there and the whole place was filled with icky mud. Did some ice breaker games and all that. The Jungle Evacuation thingy was quite funny cos our casualty was an A4 and he was very problematic. "I want water. I want food. I want blanket." &amp;amp; Adam stuffed a Snicker/ Mars bar in his mouth which he said nearly choked him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking was fun. But some guy from 3A called John, I think, swopped places with Adam and came to share the kayak with me &amp;amp; Crystal. He accidentally hit my head with the paddle and I also accidentally smacked Crystal's face. But it was quite cool although my arms and shoulders hurt like crazy the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang a lot during the waterfall expedition &amp;amp; also during campfire. Aaaaaaaaah, AL had to spoil the campfire for us lah. Walao, she wanted us to tone down and do don't know some stupid boring stuff cos she said our cheer was too messy/long/confusing. The generation gap is so wide, I tell you. But it's okay cos we did well for campfire and got the Top Performer medal. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored this morning with allthe girls in 3C. Had to balance the camera on various pillows and Sarah's bag. I shall ask Jie Pin for the pics. :) Can see Cherisha's red-like-ham, sun-burnt legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus ride home was hilarious. Some guys decided to be DJs and did song dedications/polls and all those stuff. Fell asleep and kept knocking my head on the window. My legs and arms are tanner now. I didn't get sunburnt, luckily, cos it sound very painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.... what else. Oh yeah, took loads of pics but i don't know when I'll get them or if I'll ever get them so............ until then. No pics of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was craving for tau foo fa so I went out, planning to go to Mr Bean but then I found out that it closed down already. Walao, so I walked back home. uite fun to walk out alone, have time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is like 3C's anthem or something, I lost count of how many times we sang it already. &amp;amp; we sang Check Yes Juliet everytime we ran while going back from the waterfall. So fun, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Fall For You" by Secondhand Serenade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8238011043544458950?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8238011043544458950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8238011043544458950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/left-right.html' title='Left, Right'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4118178948030067197</id><published>2009-03-02T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:03:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Scowl</title><content type='html'>I spent over an hour to sort out all my stuff and to ziplock them all. I had to sit on the bag to press all the air out, you know? I looked damn dumb but most of the bags are as good a vacuum packs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Mr ST said that the weather in Kota Tingging will be fair. Okay, I just Googled and the weather is far from fair! Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday-Thunderstorm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday- Chance of storm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday- Chance of storm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday- unknown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shitttttttttttt. If the forecast is accurate, menas there will be little chance of kayaking and the waterfall thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never mind, at least my clothes won't get wet cos I have already ziplocked every single damn thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During geog-elect today, the projecter in 3J kept making a lot of scary/ noisy whirring sound. Damn annoying. After sitting below it for 15mins, I wanted to bag my head on the wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.. My marks have been satisfactory so far. I can't wait for Chemistry and geog-elect to come in and spoil the picture. But I shouldn't be worrying about that now cos I might get lost in the forest during the jungle expedition at night/ capsize and never find my glasses again during kayaking/ fall a few thousand feet or so down the waterfall &amp;amp; the list goes on and on. I shall not think abou this. POSITIVE! I remember the old Geog teacher with the face like a bulldog used to raised his fist and scream that, scaring 3/4 of the class in the proccess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to sleep early tonight. Cos I doubt I'll be sleeping much. Camp. What do you expect? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind, love is slowly going out of your mind. - 27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4118178948030067197?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4118178948030067197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4118178948030067197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-scowl.html' title='The Perfect Scowl'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7487594279251771698</id><published>2009-03-01T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:04:34.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Camp's exactly 2 days away. I can't decide if I'm feeling excited or what. maybe a bit apprehensive. Like, the chalet seems too good to be true so I definitely won't get my hopes up. &amp;amp; I can't bring myself to pack which sucks. I HATE PACKING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... Okay, went to pick up the sample for my contact lenses today. Had to learn how to use it &amp;amp; it was completely horrible. My eyes kept blining and tearing so I definitely won't be wearing them anytime soon. :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rained like mad today. Thunder and lightning. Scary. And I kept thinking that the lightning would come and strike me when I'm showering. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have to start sorting out my clothes and stuff now. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camping:  The art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower and flush toilet.  -Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7487594279251771698?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7487594279251771698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7487594279251771698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-about-you.html' title='Something About You'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5840901501339365714</id><published>2009-02-27T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:29:28.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Some Kind Of Joke?</title><content type='html'>Chior 2nd round audition got postponed, yet again. Cos My K fell sick. Everyone was panicking and then someone, I can't remember who, said, "No auditions. Mr k is sick, fever." What-The-Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kite Runner is a great book. Really emotional. I felt like vomiting after reading one bit. Wait, maybe that's cos I was sick from studying too much Physics. Never mind, but it's a really good book. Realistic, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, let me give you a run-down on how I did on the Common Tests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;English- only 2 questions were given but I think I managed to hand in a decent piece of work. Who knows what miz Yeo will think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A-maths- okay-okay lah. Def no full marks cos I missed half of 2 questions. But hopefully above 30??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E-maths- Again, okay-okay. I nearly split my head over the cm-to-nanometre questions but I got it in the end. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geography-elect- This sucked. I couldn't memorise. Walao, I thought electives was supposed to be easier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Studies- I finished the entire paper with 3 minutes to spare. Hehe. But I got a damn big blister on my pinkie afterwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese- Ha! I am satisfied with my results. Real satisfied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics- So many questions on refraction! My calculator went abit haywire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry- The absolute killer. So many thinking questions, so little tme. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literature- The one subject where studying is not needed. I think I did okay. But I wrote the least for part A.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cohort camp next week. Where the heck is or packing list. They were supposed to give it to us yesterday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accommodation and the food area looks quite nice from the TK website. I don't know if the pictures can be trusted ornot. We'll have to go there and see then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie. -"The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5840901501339365714?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5840901501339365714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5840901501339365714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-some-kind-of-joke.html' title='Is This Some Kind Of Joke?'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7011349611563597980</id><published>2009-02-26T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:33:39.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch, Bite, MEOW!</title><content type='html'>End of the Common Tests. Feeling super exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have second round of audition tomorrow. D: Again, another tortorous round in the room so tense I have a feeling its gonna combust any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7011349611563597980?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7011349611563597980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7011349611563597980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/scratch-bite-meow.html' title='Scratch, Bite, MEOW!'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4106594922472773212</id><published>2009-02-20T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:50:07.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains &amp; Brawns</title><content type='html'>Well, hello. My dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get things in order, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You looked super cute in your braids today &amp;amp; why did you pull your hat so low??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Secondly, I am super duper screwed for my pure Sciences. Namely, Chemistry and Physics. I am sooooooooo sooooo glad I didn't take Bio cos I would never, ever be able to cope with it. Oh &amp;amp; Apparently, the Elizabathen's ideal man is a poet and a soldier meaning brains &amp;amp; brawn mixed in one. Or something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Let's forget the numbering. Choir auditions today. Had to say I was glad I didn't puke/faint/ become mute/suddenly have spasms/etc. But I have to go for the 2nd round. Cos Mr K. said, "Jia Min, you're very close to getting in you know? But you lack confidence so you should sing solo more. *chuckles evil-ly* So next week you'll sing one more time to train your confidence." or something to that effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Chemistry lessons tomorrow at 9am. NINE! Man, I hate waking up early. &amp;amp; waking up early to study Chemistry is worse. Oh, and for the quote below, I definitely fall in the NO CONFIDENCE category. It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no such thing as lack of confidence. You either have it or you don't. -Rob Andrew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4106594922472773212?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4106594922472773212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4106594922472773212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/brains-brawns.html' title='Brains &amp; Brawns'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1438523747031591174</id><published>2009-02-17T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:05:15.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La madeleine de Proust</title><content type='html'>I'm eating ice cream from the carton! Teehee. Oops, I've just polished off the whole tub. Gimme a minute to wash my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back! My teeth hurts like f#%&amp;amp;. DDD: Had dental appointment yesterday and the dentist say to perfect my bite, I have to wear 4 rubber bands 24/7 (except when brushing my teeth) to shut my mouth. Oh nooooooo. It means I can't open my mouth to speak or chew properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Few Reasons Why Trying To Get The Perfect Bite Sucks:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't talk properly! My dad says I sound like a drunk who can't open his mouth. Wow, thanks a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't chew properly cos the effing rubber keeps snapping &amp;amp; trying to shut my mouth. &amp;amp; I SWALLOWED ONE LAST NIGHT WHILST ENJOYING MY SPAGHETTI. I hope I don't die from melted rubber in my stomach or something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 101% gonna screw up choir auditions cos I can't open my mouth long enough to sing. DDD:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mouth looks damn weird. Like a....a..... vampire. Yeah, especially when I open my mouth. Shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to wear the stupid rubber to camp! Oh, the horrors. A slug would probably fly out of the tap &amp;amp; into my mouth. :O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My molars hurt the most so I can't chew. Nooooooooooo. It's back to the yoghurt-ice cream diet which woul dtotally explain why I was eating that much ice-cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you ever think of getting braces, I suggest you think again. On the bright side, my dentist say my treatment "would end soon". Although I've only wore it for like 7 months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is okay. Lots of last minute cramping for the Common Tests next week. Cherisha &amp;amp; I got chocolate for being best at analysing some poem. The chocolate tasted weird, somehow. Maybe cos it nearly killed me to bite on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+ I forgot to bring my tie on Monday! Haha, first time. I went into full-panic mode, obviously &amp;amp; I thought that I would have to ridiculously fork out 8 bucks to get a new tie. But thank God, I met Stella K in my way down and she had an extra tie. :DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The more studying you did for the exam, the less sure you are as to which answer they want. -Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1438523747031591174?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1438523747031591174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1438523747031591174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-madeleine-de-proust.html' title='La madeleine de Proust'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7698555258385709552</id><published>2009-02-15T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:07:52.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Truths &amp; A Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; (Belated) &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went jogging at ECP yesterday at 7am. Yesyes, you didn't read the previous sentence wrongly. I did go jogging yesterday morning even though I hate running/jogging/all of the above. But it was very cooling so I didn't sweat much. Teehee, and I'm not that sucky in jogging lah. I just need Bon Jovi as my running partner. "Whooah, we're half way there. *huff* Oh, oh livin' on a prayer. *puff* Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear. *gasp* Oh, oh livin' on a prayer. *choke*" But I managed to survive in the end, obviously, if not I wouldn't be typing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling dizzy now cos of my new glasses. Shouldn't have picked this design. The lens are bigger than the previous one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's going for camp tomorrow so there's gonna be 3 days pf peace and quiet around the house and no one to irritate me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to stay back after choir yesterday for the Sec 1 welcome party and we played Double Wacko which was quite fun. Especially when someone calls Sandy's name then Sandy &amp;amp; Jeslyn would both scream and have the same expression on their faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mdm Rozy forgot to post the Goeg-elect notes on the stupid portal thing again. Argh, never mind then. I shall look at more food pictures and make myself hungry. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302963078194158194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SZfo0sTGWnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hfp3Pj34UhU/s320/herve+leger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ps. Herve Leger bandage dress are totally rocking. I spent 30mins trying to find the beautiful dark blue dress I saw on the magazine but I couldn't find it so.... The above pic is the closest I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far today, I have finished two bags of M&amp;amp;Ms and a chocolate cake. I feel better already. -Dave Barry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7698555258385709552?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7698555258385709552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7698555258385709552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-truths-lie.html' title='Two Truths &amp; A Lie'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SZfo0sTGWnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hfp3Pj34UhU/s72-c/herve+leger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6197710958730773095</id><published>2009-02-13T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:02:36.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Okay, Pluto</title><content type='html'>The below pic is very funny, once you understand what it means. I shan't bother explaining so try to figure it out yourself.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SZVf9A9xiiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bWPQhyEPEow/s1600-h/MyButtHurts_Thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302249638134385186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SZVf9A9xiiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bWPQhyEPEow/s320/MyButtHurts_Thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir SYF audition has been postponed again!!! Noooooooooooooooooo. Next week. &amp;amp; Mr F is going to tell Mr K make us memorise and sing without the scores. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such an a-hole&lt;/span&gt;. Walao, where the hell am I gonna look then?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back my results for my SS and geog-elect tests. Managed to pass both, thankfully. I have a feeling I will do badly for Common Test for SS cos we need to write an essay. So we spend so much time writing and the max mark we can get is 12. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lessons in school is soooooooo boring. Changed another instructor who seriously can't teach. I can't change chords on time and my fingers are like retarded or something. Piano is 6 times easier to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the cashmere all orange &amp;amp; green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's naturally drop dead gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cleanly gardenia and black lessareen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shes naturally drop dead gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its so not fair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Drop Dead Gorgeous" by Aerosmith&lt;/em&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/3918204181122150382-6197710958730773095?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6197710958730773095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6197710958730773095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-okay-pluto.html' title='It&apos;s Okay, Pluto'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SZVf9A9xiiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bWPQhyEPEow/s72-c/MyButtHurts_Thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7410741960315786181</id><published>2009-02-08T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:36:57.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Dum</title><content type='html'>We're going back to the same campsite again this year!! Walao, the leech-filled place. And according to Kenny, the sec 3s will be sleeping in the resort cos Mr See Toh said, "I ensure comfort.", which I really doubt. What the hell. The toilet had better be way cleaner than the one at the campsite. I still remember the stupid fat slug crawling out of toilet hole. Oh, that was so traumatising. On the bright side, I hope we get to kayak and do Indiana Jones again this time. That was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for got to mention how screwed up the Road Run was in the last post. Alicia &amp;amp; Ruth ddn't get the tag although they cam in the top 50 for the upper sec division girls because the person giving out the tag thought they were from lower sec. That's so unfair. They should let us wear tags or sash to differentiate'cos looks can be very deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had choir yesterday and the sec 1s came to join us for warm-ups. Quite a lot of new altos. 3 alto boys I think. I hope they're not as silent as Kenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until 1+pm yesterday on the computer. 1st time staying up so late without feeling tired. Talked to various people on MSN about really random things.&lt;br /&gt;-Pu De: asked him random stuff to see how boys actually think.&lt;br /&gt;-Crystal: From cookies to pretty eurasian girls to horoscopes.&lt;br /&gt;-Andrew &amp;amp; Nicholas Ho: this was damndamn funny. Lol, jokers.&lt;br /&gt;-Nizor: he kept thinking that when I say "irritating boys" it refers to him. Oh, &amp;amp; he owes me Kinder Bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very hungry now. Have to eat dinner. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it in us that makes us feel the need to keep pretending... we gotta let ourselves be. -Christina Aguilera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7410741960315786181?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7410741960315786181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7410741960315786181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/ta-dum.html' title='Ta Dum'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5081949591801131868</id><published>2009-02-07T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:16:58.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run For Your Life!</title><content type='html'>I swear, one day, the police is gonna come into 3C and find all 42 of us dead while Madam Mariam is standing before the whiteboard droning on and on about some sort of non-existent boring subject. Then they'll find out that the cause of murder is: boredom. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Road Run yesterday and my shins hurt now. I think we ran 3.5km but it was like so damn long &amp;amp; I just ran around 1km+ before stopping to walk with Jasmine and we saw MTV DJ Utt!!! Omg, he was roller-blading with a white sleeveless and some really colourful shorts. &amp;amp; Jasmine and I were squealing like mad co she looked smashin'. First time seeing Jasmine going so excited over a guy. So Road Run was pretty worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the Road Run, we overshot and walked all the way to the Lagoon Village food court there so we decided to stop to eat satay and chicken wings. Niceee. But it rained abit and the rain was so damn erratic which means I have to keep opening and closing my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkway to look at phones and I don't think they've launched the LG Prada yet. Still dunno if I'm gettin git cos 1) it's so expensive &amp;amp; 2) it apparently lags aloooot. &amp;amp; I hate laggy phones cos I always change my mind in the last minute. when I'm choosing which application to go to. There's no nice phone in the market right now. :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch up on Perez now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running is a lot like life.  Only 10 percent of it is exciting.  90 percent of it is slog and drudge. - Dave Bedford, English distance runner who occasionally put in 200 miles a week in training&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5081949591801131868?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5081949591801131868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5081949591801131868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-for-your-life.html' title='Run For Your Life!'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3304493906842628379</id><published>2009-02-04T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:08:13.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Cases</title><content type='html'>Current favourite band: Lifehouse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button starts tomorrow but I've already saw half of it in KL. Not bad lah. But the wrinkled baby bit was freaky. Man, I wanna see the part when he becomes younger as he grows old. He must be smokin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 3B after lunch to give Ruth &amp;amp; Alicia hugs. &amp;amp; Ruth was soooo anti-physical. D: Hurt my feelings lah but Alicia was ever-so-ready to give me a hugggg. Haha. Then when Ruth was walking up, I ran &amp;amp; hugged her from behind and she gave me the "Wtf look" &amp;amp; then clutched her collar like I just molested her. My dear Ruth, people in other culture hug each other as a way of greeting. Don't get so uptight about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm so jealous of Cherisha. Walao, her Chinese is better than mine cos she watches Hong Kong dramas. Walao, no fair lah. So intend to start watching Korean Dramas translated to Mandarin now. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said "If we're gonna make this work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta let me inside even though it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said "Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Whatever It Takes" by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3304493906842628379?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3304493906842628379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3304493906842628379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/curious-cases.html' title='The Curious Cases'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6328146977790828764</id><published>2009-02-03T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:56:14.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mea Maxima Culpa</title><content type='html'>Hiya, just a quick post before catching up on my much-needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so... &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; today after the Chemistry and Physics test. Finally over. Last test of the week (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been online much these few days cos I've been pretty busy as usual. &amp;amp; it's so sad that I don't even have a social life cos school (including homework) take up so much of my time. D: I tihnk the last tiem I actually went out with my friends was uh... a few months ago. Walao, so long ago that I can't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Aijing pointed out (frantically, I might add), the choir audition is on Friday the 13th. Never occured to me. I shall quote from her blog. "OF ALL THE 365 AND 1/4 DAYS IN A YEAR, THEY HAD TO CHOOSE FRIDAY THE 13TH." See, I wasn't jokimng when I said she was getting very frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran 3 rounds around the school during P.E. today. We shouldn't have stopped after the 2nd round cos it was so much more difficult to start running again for the 3rd round. Saw some people doing their Choices. The cycling group's neon yellow helmet looks damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; apparently, the guitar group people just learnt to play 2 chords with a guitar with broken strings. Wow, sounds totally exciting. Nevermind, we shall wait &amp;amp; see on Friday, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no winning. You're never going to win the thin race. You're never going to win the pretty race. You're never going to win the smart race. You're never going to win the funny race. &lt;strong&gt;I just want to be the best version of myself I can be.&lt;/strong&gt; -Reese Witherspoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6328146977790828764?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6328146977790828764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6328146977790828764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/mea-maxima-culpa.html' title='Mea Maxima Culpa'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3338193568969731184</id><published>2009-02-01T17:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:41:40.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Were The Good Days</title><content type='html'>Already the 1st day of February. Another month gone. Un-believable. I miss Sec 2 life. All the slacking; bitching; day-dreaming; talking in class &amp;amp; still getting good results. I was just talking to Stella about it last night. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests on Monday &amp;amp; Tuesdays. Damn, damn, damn. Hate tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to get one of those semi-permanent hair-dyes during one of the major school holidays aka the year-end holidays. I swore to myself that I wouldn't dye my heair ever but since it's gonna be semi-permanent.. Why not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; for those people who are thinking of learning how to play the piano, don't. Cos it'll probably be the biggest mistake you'll ever make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long time since I've been obsessed with a car the way I'm obsessed with the BMW 1 series(three-door) now. it's the prettiest car I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297758026375247058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SYVq2zQSNNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ziPKLTrurK8/s320/1-bmw-1-series-three-door+side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Saw it in Spain the first time. Just take a drive down Valencia/ Madrid and there's plenty of this car on the road. I saw it once in KL and only twice in Singapore. Oh man, I really, really, really want this car although I currently do not have my driving license but don't spoil this moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297758746935833410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SYVrgvjUM0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5dWsZMpFBRs/s320/main+rear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Prettiest. Rear. I. Have. Ever. Seen. Ever. Seen. Ever. Seen. Pretty. Rear. Pretty. Rear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WANT THIS CAR IN SPARKLING GRAPHITE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy, I should stop hammering the keyboard now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll prbably take 10 years to save up for a car like this. Never mind, I'll continue dreaming then. :)))))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In less enlightened times, the best way to impress women was to own a hot car. But women wised up and realized it was better to buy their own hot cars so they wouldn't have to ride around with jerks. -Scott Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3338193568969731184?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3338193568969731184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3338193568969731184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/gone-were-good-days.html' title='Gone Were The Good Days'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SYVq2zQSNNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ziPKLTrurK8/s72-c/1-bmw-1-series-three-door+side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3676642744026199545</id><published>2009-01-30T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:01:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schadenfreude</title><content type='html'>These few days have been horrible. The theme song of my life right now is some really sad song which I can't remember the name but it makes me want to cry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chinese tuition around an hour ago. Super horrible. Had to read 4 articles about finance. Reading about the finance in English is bad enough and it makes me want to cry (not cos there's a financial crisis but cos it's so boring) and can you imagine reading it in Mandarin. Oh, the horros! Made me want to keel over and start bawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish our 报 章报道 was on Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt &amp;amp; Jeniffer Aniston. That would be so much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kept mistaking people. 3 times. So damn embarrassing. the 1st time was when i completely called out a different guy's name cos he actualy looked like thw person i wanted to talk to. Then the 2nd and 3rd time was when I called the wrong name of the person in front of me. How freaking embarrassing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have the choir SYF audition today. Tttttsssskkkk. So since it's postpone, we might be auditioning 2 songs. Nooooooooooooo, I'd rather audition the one song today and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;ut maybe it was for the better cos I had to come in very late for choir cos I had to sit for my SS and geog-elect test. &amp;amp; the dumbest thing ever happened during the geog-elect test. I thought the test ended at 2.10 so I rushed like crazy and my handwriting was illegible but gess what? The history-elect test ended at 2.10 but the geog-elect test ended at 2.20. That's a 10mins difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up on Perez now. Ciao! (The Spanish immigration officer said "Ciao" to me after he stamped my passport and asked me to smile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "You and Me" by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3676642744026199545?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3676642744026199545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3676642744026199545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/schadenfreude.html' title='Schadenfreude'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3595917661675017103</id><published>2009-01-22T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:33:58.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen, Zen, Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>I seriously need some Zen in my life. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss next Wednesday's school and there two quizzes on my weakest subjects (Geog elect &amp;amp; Social Studies). So it means I'll have to pack all my books to KL and I'm 101% sure they're gonna remain in the bag until I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had braces check-up on Monday. Didn't change wire this time but power-chained both the top and bottom. Owwwwww! Thank God they have the power-chain rubber in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. At least that's a consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Taekwondo later again. I think I'm going for sparring (which I totally DO NOT enjoy cos I always end up going home sore). Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Year!&lt;/span&gt; In advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo taken in Spain. Man, I miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294033034730498642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SXgu_wBLalI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ns5Vj1oOHKY/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. The below quote might not make sense, but Whatever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-You try so hard to be all-rounded, you're square. -JM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3595917661675017103?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3595917661675017103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3595917661675017103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/zen-zen-where-are-you.html' title='Zen, Zen, Where Are You?'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SXgu_wBLalI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ns5Vj1oOHKY/s72-c/Spain-Dec08-Jo+159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3620717035934593551</id><published>2009-01-20T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:19:43.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?</title><content type='html'>Today is one of my free-er day cos there's little homwork to do but I still have to do my Chinese tuition thing and practice piano, blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is more interesting than Chemistry. Shocking! I always thought that Physics would be way harder than Chem so I won't enjoy it but noooooooo. Chemistry is so freaking boring, I was on the verge of sleeping. And my Chem teacher's favourite phrase is "Okay, alright??" and her favourite word is "Why?" Aaaaaaargh, speed up abit, will you?? And I thought Al became possessed when she said, "Bonjour, 3C!" But in the end, it's cos of the Montgolfier brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 1001 quizzes after Chinese new Year. I think whoever in 3A that asked if the teacher expected us to bring our books and oranges around when we're visiting the whole clan is totally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the fairy-guy on the coverpage of A Misummer Night's Dream looks like LP. Minus the green eye &amp;amp; hair of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Nizor about height and him breaking his voice. Lol, hard to imagine him breaking his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The course of true love never did run smooth. -A Midsummer Night's Dream (Act I, Scene I).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3620717035934593551?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3620717035934593551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3620717035934593551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/wherefore-art-thou-romeo.html' title='Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-462569918922730675</id><published>2009-01-18T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:23:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airy Fairy</title><content type='html'>Had Taekwondo grading today. Couldn't really balance when I did the back-hook kick. But sparring was great cos I got paired up with a boy &amp;amp; the boy, being a normal boy, didn't dare to kick me one bit so he kept jumping back &amp;amp; back &amp;amp; back. Haha. Internal grading yesterday was fun. Well, the waiting bit anyway. Cos we (Crystal, lei an and &amp;amp; joey) kept laughing like crazy. Then there's this boy,V, whose hair and eyes are so awesome. I wanna cut a lock of his hair out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to look for a phone today but they don't have the Samsung model I want anymore &amp;amp; the Xperia cos a freaking $798 with the plan. Omg, that's like twice the price of my iPod. I need to go to Hong Kong. It's a need, not a want!! Okay, maybe it's abit of a want but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished learning Zhu Li Guan and we've started combining. It doesn't sound half that bad except the time when out timing went haywire. Sakura looks like a short song but the A2 part is really weird. The notes are jumping up and down. Just have to memorise then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict that I will need to stay back for everyday of the week this week. Pffft. &amp;amp; then I'll be jetting off to KL for Chinese New Year so Don't expect me to be blogging anytime soon. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School is like a lollipop. It sucks until it is gone. -Ashley Salvati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-462569918922730675?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/462569918922730675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/462569918922730675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/airy-fairy.html' title='Airy Fairy'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6125218960810974788</id><published>2009-01-16T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:59:39.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Work It</title><content type='html'>School has been hectic. Staying back for practically everyday. I think sitting in front is not that bad anymore. For starters, I actually get to hear what Mdm Mariam is saying. I seriously hope I can pass my SS. Just pass, no A1 or anything. At the rate we're going, even passing will be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry and physics lab lessons are damn annoying. Cos of my lab partner who irritates the hell out of me. I don't know why we have to have a bloody sitting arrangement for those lessons. Won't sitting in register number suffice?? So, thanks to my lab partner, I have had 80°C of stearic acid on my index finger and it freaking&lt;strong&gt; froze&lt;/strong&gt; on my finger even though it was still scalding hot. Not to mention the time when he said "I can't touch rust or I will get my hands dirty" so I had to keep the retort standnd I accidentally squashed my thumb in the preoccess. Uuurgh, seriously. Are you a girl under those pants??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that there's the Choices program cos CE lessons are so Boring. And I'll be playing the guitar with Hui Xian and Aijing. Way to go, man! Can't wait for the lessons to start. Maybe my dad will finally buy me a guitar then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelivable, Chinese New Year is next week. So fast. I'm hoping to get a new wallet and some tank tops when I go back to KL. And the choir SYF audition on Zhu Li Guan is right after CNY. Nooooooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch videos of the new American Idol season &amp;amp; catch up on Perez. Loads of catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights (Flashin') Sound (Clashin')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minds (Blowin') Body (Rockin')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes (Lockin') Lips (Touchin')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hearts (Pumpin') Pressure (Risin')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breath (Takin') Rump (Shakin')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music (Make you) Lose (Control)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Speakerphone" by Kylie Minogue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6125218960810974788?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6125218960810974788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6125218960810974788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-work-it.html' title='Just Work It'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3388755694706909512</id><published>2009-01-10T16:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:07:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blacker Than Black</title><content type='html'>Okay, my phone is officially spoiled/ spoilt. Wait, I'm not sure but I think both spoiled and spoilt are correct. Aaargh, nevermind. Okay, back to my phone. It didn't last for 2 days after being soaked. Pffft. I have to wait till March tfor my plan to end and then I'll get a new phone. Nooooooo, March is 2 more months away. DDD: But I shan't waste any time and I'll start researching on handphones right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this mobile phone more than anything else. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289581685859328770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SWhehJQOowI/AAAAAAAAAEc/g4ckWtl_SHs/s320/t-mobile-sidekick-3-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289579880887238962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SWhc4FNWQTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r8ImTLo0ucU/s320/t-mobile-sidekick-3-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's the T-Mobile Sidekick phone!!! Does it look familiar?? Cos I'm pretty sure Naomi (from 90210) and Gemma (from Fool's Gold) was using this phone. Omg, it's like so flipping awesome but IT'S UNAVAILABLE IN SINGAPORE. How totally unfair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specifically, I want this model:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289580603352658674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SWhdiImhsvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U6puFWmqwvc/s320/326c-tmobile-sidekick3-cellphone-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's the Diane von Furstenberg Sidekick 3 model designed by, yup you've guessed it, Diane von Furstenberg herself. It looks so sassy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noooooooooooooooooo, give me my Sidekick. DDDDDDDD: What are the odds of my dad getting me a Sidekick when he goes to Chicago middle of this year?? Ha! I can tell you the answer. There's no odds cos the answer will be a simple NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, what mobile phone should I get. Huh?? The Sidekick seems so awesome. I can't let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Sony just unveiled their mini-mini laptop. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289585226264389874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SWhhvOSkqPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hkIpePT7p4Q/s320/vaiop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Sony VAIO P-series. They are so small they can fit into the models back jeans pocket. Looks pretty cool but I still want my Sidekick. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, here's another problem. Even if I buy the Sidekick back in Singapore, how the hell am I supposed to unlock it after I put my Sim card in it??! Man, I wish Singtel would start selling Sidekick or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when it mattered the most, all the rules had changed and I was suddenly out of the game. - "Fresh Off The Boat" by Melissa De La Cruz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3388755694706909512?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3388755694706909512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3388755694706909512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/blacker-than-black.html' title='Blacker Than Black'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SWhehJQOowI/AAAAAAAAAEc/g4ckWtl_SHs/s72-c/t-mobile-sidekick-3-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4642136117564222621</id><published>2009-01-08T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:04:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yada, yada, yada. I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>Breaking news: My handphone fell down the potty and it's still working. Can you believe it?! Okay, let's start from scratch. My bladder was going to burst so I went to the toilet and when I lifted my skirt. Holy moly, I saw something silver flying and heard a ridiculous plop and the water splashed out. Then when I looked into the toilet hole, I saw my handphone floating in there. Urrrrgh, I am sosososo glad that the previous person had flush. Pfffft, all the more they should allow girls to wear pants. I bet something as stupid as this wouldn't have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can home &amp;amp; my dad went to use the hairdryer to dry it. Then ta-dum! Good as new. Well, not really. For one thing, my entire memory card was wiped out. All my pictures and songs...... gone forever. And my red button can't work. You know, the one where you pres to put down a call. It's dead. But I can't believe that it's still working. Boy, Samsung phones sure are hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging much cos I've been really busy. Man, who knew Sec 3 life was this tiring. I had to stay back for nearly every day &amp;amp; the syllabus isn't that easy. I remember feeling super exhausted on Tuesday. Even though it was just the 2nd day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think my teachers are pretty much o-kay. Except for some. Social Studies is a real drag. But other than that, everything else is okay. I'm struggling with Physics conversion though. Damn all those decimal places. Uuuurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to change blogskin cos there's something really wrong with the one I'm currently using but I still have loads of homework to do. My organiser is filled to the brim. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides, in life you'll only see that there are only two types of people who always tell the truth: kids and drunks. -"Sofi Mendoza's Guide to Getting Lost in Mexico" by Malin Alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4642136117564222621?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4642136117564222621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4642136117564222621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/yada-yada-yada-im-bored.html' title='Yada, yada, yada. I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7028423717338939418</id><published>2009-01-02T17:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:33:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh New Juicy</title><content type='html'>1st official post of the year 2009. &amp;amp; the 1st day of school today. Pretty horrible cos my class seems so... dead. &amp;amp; our form teacher, Al, is treating us like small kids. She gave us seating arrangements. :( That's really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, had Dim Sum brunch yesterday, aka New Year Day, at Ngee Ann City. Bought 2 Levi's tees cos everything at Takashimaya seemed to be discounted. Anyway, as I was taking the escalator down, guess what I saw?? I saw.................. [drumroll please] JUICY COUTURE!!! Omg, it's gonna open soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I'm not a great fan of Juicy Couture's velour tracksuits and so on but I dododo love to go in the store (2-storey at Pavillion Mall!!!) and gawk at the freaking huge dressing room and touch every single piece of clothing there until the salesperson show her true colours and starts frowning. Oh, and did I mention the awesome decor of the store?? There are life-sized KNIGHTS, I kid you not. I wonder how the decor of the store in Singapore will be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like I said, I'm not a HUGE fan of their tracksuit cos it kinda freaks me out. (Don't ask me why, they just do.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286633998629474066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV3lnKnQDxI/AAAAAAAAADU/YnUJojE_SWc/s320/Green+Velour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286633995844473090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV3lnAPQUQI/AAAAAAAAADM/yWN8yx41nZs/s320/Brown+Velour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They look pretty okay here but trust me, in reality, they're gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's always the velour tote who looks very Paris Hilton. Wonder if she can store Tinkerbell in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286633998962382210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV3lnL2n1YI/AAAAAAAAADc/c7NRnatU6Q0/s320/Pink+Velour+tote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But of course, there are certain nice things from there, of course. Like this canvas tote bag. I love the print. Very beach-y. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286634000818464002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV3lnSxJZQI/AAAAAAAAADk/55aEjeGzSKM/s320/Canvas+Tote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really cute charm bracelet. (I've always wanted one of these).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286671610542367330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV4H0d6FImI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6i3DKTkG_LM/s320/Charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome timepieces. They're very classic in a princess-ey sort of way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286671972410225522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV4IJh-Gc3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/wXbA99xr25k/s320/Christy+Watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286634003287836114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV3lnb95BdI/AAAAAAAAADs/Qu6hwT0Qfck/s320/White+watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have to go now. Watching "Air Force One" now. Very kan-chiong. Can't stop clenching my fists. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. -Oprah Winfrey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7028423717338939418?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7028423717338939418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7028423717338939418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/fresh-new-juicy.html' title='Fresh New Juicy'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SV3lnKnQDxI/AAAAAAAAADU/YnUJojE_SWc/s72-c/Green+Velour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4356213252219641214</id><published>2008-12-31T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:44:14.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I've Liked</title><content type='html'>This is going to be the last post of this year. As I'm typing this, I'm approximately 5 hours and 34 minutes away from 2009. I think I'm gonna stay up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's gonna have a huge cookout tonight. Man, I wish I was in KL. Then we'll have a great dinner with friends and watch fireworks from the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally watched Twilight today. Yesyes, I know I'm very late but the show wasn't brilliant or anything. The initial plan for me, was to watch "Yes Man " and then buy the DVD version of Twilight but "Yes Man" started pretty late so I just went ahead to watch Twilight. As usual, the book beats the show so if you don't want to be disappointed, watch the show first before reading the book. Same goes for Harry Potter. The only bit that I really like was when the Cullens were playing baseball. That was pretty cool. Gonna buy the DVD version anyway &amp;amp; watch it on my 22-inch screen computer. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting this Friday. I wish it started on Monday. DD: I don't think I'm ready for school yet but then again, I'll probably never be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my resolution for 2009 is simple: Worry less &amp;amp; take things easy. Riiiiiight, I'll probably break it tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So, work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like no one's watching. -"Laughter, the best Malaysian" by David Tong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4356213252219641214?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4356213252219641214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4356213252219641214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/but-ive-liked.html' title='But I&apos;ve Liked'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7232171802517094941</id><published>2008-12-30T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:24:50.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Pop Electric</title><content type='html'>Gwen Stefani's "Bubble Pop Electric" is so cute. The first time I heard it was when I downloaded her L.A.M.B. album into my iPod. She sounds really young when she talks. In the beginning. "Bubble Pop Elec-tric!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came back from KL yesterday afternoon after around 4 &amp;amp; a half hour in the car. It's okay cos I got the front seat after arguing with my mum and only when I said, "I've got longer legs than you!" did she give me the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time going back to KL and spending less than $50. I just bought 2 tank tops. That's all &amp;amp; I was given around RM300+ allowance/reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck on the way back from Pavillion cos my dad took the wrong turn. Spent around 1 &amp;amp; a half hour to 2 hours in the car cursing the bloody traffic light. I didn't go to the Marc by Marc Jacobs shop in Pavillion. &amp;amp; there was a freaking crazy sale going on in there. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we had a buffet lunch at Shangri-La which was dissapointing. Really. The food was so-so but the people who went there to eat was really... horrible. Let's see... The guy at the next table &lt;strong&gt;put his leg up on his chair&lt;/strong&gt; while sticking a toothpick in his open mouth. One Ah-Ma was &lt;strong&gt;digging her nose&lt;/strong&gt; and if she flicked her nose-shit, it would have landed on the dessert table. One more guy was talking about soccer super loudly. ("Aston Villa and Arsenal yesterday tie-tie ah? Wah, okayokay.") A woman stuck her filthy hands out and squeezed every single bread on the buffet table. How disgusting can these people get, seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Twinkle &amp;amp; Jing Yi, something I haven't been able to do in the past few trips back. So that made the trip back pretty satisfactory, I guess. Oh yeah, Twinkle &amp;amp; I went to the playground &amp;amp; I finally sat on the swing after 5-6 years. It feels great to swing as high as possible. Really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is just 2 day away. Un-believable. 2008 passed so damn fast, I could barely catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things that made 2008 a pretty special year to me:&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Europe twice! (Spain &amp;amp; Russia)&lt;br /&gt;- I finally put on braces! (which hurt like crazy)&lt;br /&gt;- I finally got an iPod! (a Nano-chromatic, no less :D )&lt;br /&gt;- I scored an A1 for English during the year-end exams! (I am so not kidding here.)&lt;br /&gt;- I spent a total of 57 and a half hours on air! (The longest ever)&lt;br /&gt;- I finally sat on a swing again! (feels like flying)&lt;br /&gt;- I performed with TK Choir in Esplanade! (Awesome place, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven knows what will come next&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So emotional, you're so complex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rollercoaster built to crash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I still love to have you around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "The Real Thing" by Gwen Stefani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7232171802517094941?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7232171802517094941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7232171802517094941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/bubble-pop-electric.html' title='Bubble Pop Electric'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-829732645697877166</id><published>2008-12-23T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:26:51.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry, Sweaty Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; love Christmas and it's 2 days away?! Pretty fast, huh.&lt;br /&gt;Things I love about Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas music (although some just make no sense)&lt;br /&gt;- Presents! (Don't deny it, I know you love it too.)&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas food/ goodies (log cakes, gingerbreadman, candycane, turkey with cranberry sauce need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas Sale (A reason to spend more of Dad's $$$)&lt;br /&gt;- Decorating the tree (although ours is just a little more than 5 foot.)&lt;br /&gt;................... &amp;amp; the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for KL tomorrow so this is my 2nd farewell post in a month. Anyway, I'm gonna be celebrating Christmas in KL, something I haven't done in the past... 6-7 years. But Christmas is not a big deal there so I'm not expecting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to compile my wishlist! Cos of all the Spain-picture-downloading. Nevermind. At least there's Blogthings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Get Three French Berets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwillyougetforthe12daysofchristmasquiz/christmas.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve street musicians drumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven snowmen a-melting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten reindeer a-leaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine ladies baking cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight goats a-milking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven gingerbread men a-crumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six puppies a-barking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five golden bowls of chicken noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four calling bill collectors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three French berets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Jesus action figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a monkey in a cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyougetforthe12daysofchristmasquiz/"&gt;What Will You Get for the 12 Days of Christmas?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, I can never remember the lyrics to this song. I shall print out the lyrics and memorise it on the car ride home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, we come to the holiday season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice. -Dave Barry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-829732645697877166?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/829732645697877166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/829732645697877166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-sweaty-christmas.html' title='A Merry, Sweaty Christmas'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-4852313056881322692</id><published>2008-12-23T15:54:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:54:33.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Are Part Of The Resume</title><content type='html'>Guess what?? I am seating in front of a brand new 22 -freaking- inch computer &amp;amp; typing on a keyboard that doesn't have cookie crumbs in it!! Although, it's not meant to be, I'll just think of it as a Christmas present to my brother and me. Okay, settled. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, let's start with the pics again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Day 10 &amp;amp; 11- Madrid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a day tour of Madrid in the Hop On-Hop Off bus like the Hippo Tour sort which screams, "TOURISTS!!!". Anyway, I sat on top &amp;amp; it was a HUGE mistake cos it was so flipping cold. The temperature in Madrid is already very cold (-1 to 3 degrees Celcius) &amp;amp; plus the wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282898400004635394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCgGtTBewI/AAAAAAAAABs/wKVUdVJI2uU/s320/DSCF1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saw this really pretty building. I like the angel on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282898400864761122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCgGwgF9SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gYvxFxt9CD8/s320/DSCF1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We hopped off at the Real Palace. The inerior is kinda like one of the palace I visited in Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282898405384691186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCgHBVunfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s0zixr5f6tU/s320/DSCF1721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The view of Madrid city from the balcony of the palace. I like the clouds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282898411774196434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCgHZJGutI/AAAAAAAAACE/4Q6ohUEL7Uo/s320/DSCF1729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Real Madrid fans, eat your hearts out. This is the Santiago Bernabéu stadium aka the home of...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282898412338278178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCgHbPl7yI/AAAAAAAAACM/FpOeZBizhzo/s320/DSCF1726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had lunch at the Real Cafe. It was awesome cos the food was good &amp;amp; the cafe was facing the football field. :DD Not like there was a match at that time but still... &amp;amp; I tried the Spanish drink, Sangría which is really, really good. It's made of red wine, fruit juice, brady &amp;amp; carbonated water. The best thing was that you couldn't taste the alchocol at all and it kept you warm. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The receptionist at the cafe was really good-looking. Uh-huh. He looked pretty stressed too. I couldn't find the souvenir shop. (Sorry, Gwen!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282901802791475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCjMxqoGVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zcuhB4f72qY/s320/DSCF1731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282901810873718978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCjNPxlWMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/218gAFSlgis/s320/DSCF1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I saw this super cute things outside El Corte Inglés which is Spain''s largest department store. Notice the chef on the most right? Her hands were actually moving. Aaaah, so cute! I wonder if the chocolates were real, it definitely wouldn't melt in that weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12- Zaragoza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282895033984232626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCdCx5OLLI/AAAAAAAAABM/FYdZxdBH7IE/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On the way from Madrid to Barcelona, we saw snow again. The snow was pretty thick this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282896134470044146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCeC1hfCfI/AAAAAAAAABU/8zaOOFR8R9w/s320/DSCF1756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My hands were frozen stff from not wearing gloves. The people behind us puposely drove in to film us. They must be thinking, "This group of Chinos (that's spanish for Chinese), tsktsk, first time see snow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282895027058050898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCdCYF5B1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_ZTIcayjhF0/s320/DSCF1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282896152416936002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCeD4YW4EI/AAAAAAAAABk/kthX3P0QEHA/s320/DSCF1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282896144565849250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCeDbIgzKI/AAAAAAAAABc/XCQ2y-lISvU/s320/DSCF1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In Zaragoza, we went to visit Catedral-Basílica de Nuestra Señora del Pilar where the Virgin Mary visited St. James. The place is insanely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Day 13 &amp;amp; 14- Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Shopping!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282893231212010146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCbZ2C1GqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wW2e-cX3Eug/s320/DSCF1375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282893238740246354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCbaSFs31I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6o60GklQLU4/s320/DSCF1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;VALENTINO BOUTIQUE!! I WANT THAT DRESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282893235414469058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCbaFsxicI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TH1uAxgmGLs/s320/DSCF1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282893662272148354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCby73k04I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CiuT3-b6tEM/s320/DSCF1380.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282893659995865954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCbyzY3g2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EA2Z4KKeUvs/s320/DSCF1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love the LV design. It's so classy. My aunts &amp;amp; mum spent like a total of 3 hours in the LV, Gucci &amp;amp; Loewe boutique, buying a total of 15 bags and wallets. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282904715290019522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCl2TkZBsI/AAAAAAAAADE/WzpR8PbsKMQ/s320/DSCF1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went to La Roca Village which is kinda like a factory outlet of branded good. The Christmas decorations (above) there was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Day 15- Flight from Barcelona to Singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I LOVE SPAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping. -Bo Derek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-4852313056881322692?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4852313056881322692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/4852313056881322692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/looks-are-part-of-resume.html' title='Looks Are Part Of The Resume'/><author><name>cjmint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02912319995684859100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9tN5twcYO0/SVCgGtTBewI/AAAAAAAAABs/wKVUdVJI2uU/s72-c/DSCF1712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5171425744352597531</id><published>2008-12-21T15:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:32:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>Day 6: Marbella &amp;amp; Puerto Banus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is like, the Hollywood of Spain. The playground for the rich &amp;amp; famous. I love this place cos 1)it's practically next to the beach, 2) pretty people, 3) fast cars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282154155149532898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU37N9KKnuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/AoOVaNVEg8U/s320/DSCF1535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Mediterranean sea. Where the clear, blue sea meets the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282154158085373858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU37OIGH_6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/r0xCJ08jMu8/s320/DSCF1544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yachts, white bunglaows, mountains. What more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282154164966812002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU37OhuyaWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UdUw_G97DRQ/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Didn't I say fast cars and beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in this very lovely place of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282154157023110130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU37OEI3I_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/IZ505Y07mxE/s320/DSCF1551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I definitely wanna go back there again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7: Sevilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282151772319266066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU35DQbKNRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8X08wZtdLnU/s320/DSCF1572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Taken in the morning. It's a really pretty town. Looks especially pretty across the river. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282151766629900834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU35C7OtYiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4fKtYBt9uvA/s320/DSCF1554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Plaza Espana with the moon out &amp;amp; it's only 5.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the best place ever- The Sevilla Loft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282157285212036786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3-EJjOHrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rVz8bYyseaQ/s320/DSCF1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282157288500524402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3-EVzQdXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PSQWN7luiXE/s320/DSCF1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my aunt's room. The bedspread is abit too bright for my liking but the dowager cabinet is damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282157281955206226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3-D9au1FI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QR3Ll1QX_M8/s320/DSCF1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My room. I lovelovelove the headboard and the bed-side light. The whole thing is made of suede you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished I spent more time in Sevilla. 1 day wasn't enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8: Toledo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282150433823881698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU331WI_eeI/AAAAAAAAANs/TQW-w7k2K7Y/s320/DSCF1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Really charming town with really narrow, cobbled streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282150429175469362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU331E0uVTI/AAAAAAAAANk/WyXBw_rcCW8/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look! Our 9-seater Fiat could barely squeeze through the road. :O It takes skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282150436626319986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU331glJSnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WilM60zKmK0/s320/DSCF1522.jpg" border="0" /&gt; hese cats are really cute. I wished I could bring the one with the black spots home. Taken in Granada, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9: Avila &amp;amp; Segovia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met a student backpacker from the US who's backpacking all over Europe &amp;amp; going to go to Italy &amp;amp; France after Spain. Lucky him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282140737195951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3vA7YvQ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/gWvku7eyknM/s320/DSCF1614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A cathedral which I can't remember the name. Is it St. Peter or some another name? I don't know. But it's this sort of place that makes everyone really quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282140734238876274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3vAwXt4nI/AAAAAAAAALs/aVoeNmeAA9E/s320/DSCF1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A close-up on the beautiful altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282140741591708914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3vBLwxNPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bASDocwCdCM/s320/DSCF1623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 1st Gothic Church of Spain. Really scary. Especially with the sky so dark. We could't go in cos part of it was under construction. D: I would love to see what's inside it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282142433091530290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3wjpFwLjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zW_jzlZwSqI/s320/DSCF1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The walls of Avila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282142433904958178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3wjsHsGuI/AAAAAAAAAME/Hug4AO0kSHk/s320/DSCF1640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had to climb up, which was tiring but the view was great &amp;amp; it snowed. 1ST TIME SEEING SNOW!! Snow made in Spain, no less. Spanish snow. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Segovia now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282143509393229826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3xiSoEyAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/N2EIg8eDO78/s320/DSCF1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At a cafe/bar. The thing on top is ham/bacon! It's like, all over the bars in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282145039025539922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3y7U81i1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/auuDqxeGsXU/s320/DSCF1681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Alcazar Palace which Disney used it as it's trademark or whatever it's called. You know the one before every Disney movie, there's a palace and a star shooting behind or something? Yup, this palace in Spain is the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282145044469202162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3y7pOtPPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vPIVLi3YKHk/s320/DSCF1680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The gorge below the bridge you have to cross to get into the palace. Not for the faint-hearted. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282143513240236818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3xig9RcxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z6sZ08TRk2o/s320/DSCF1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At the Alcazar. My knight in the shining armour. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282143519000430034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3xi2anBdI/AAAAAAAAAMk/pkQngMMczA0/s320/DSCF1670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bed of the King &amp;amp; Queen I-can't-remember-the-names. It seems kinda small though. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282145044073200450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3y7nwSu0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/JhVhFnaxX_4/s320/DSCF1675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was admiring the (country-ish) view from the palace windows when something caught my eyes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282146932911847282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU30pkOhN3I/AAAAAAAAANM/grb3D6dLcLo/s320/DSCF1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It looks like the cars are on the balcony right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282146934296005538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU30ppYhy6I/AAAAAAAAANU/BgjWvMx9ubs/s320/DSCF1703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the bus ride home, it started to snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282146939655608258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU30p9WW18I/AAAAAAAAANc/pCHMm7qxytQ/s320/DSCF1692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Heavily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway. - Maya Angelou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5171425744352597531?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5171425744352597531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5171425744352597531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU37N9KKnuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/AoOVaNVEg8U/s72-c/DSCF1535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6509985946690237012</id><published>2008-12-20T16:00:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:16:28.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Viva España!</title><content type='html'>Blogged on 20 Dec (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! I'm finally back from Spain. Touched down at Singapore at approximately 8.32am yesterday. I only slept for 1 hour during the 15-hour flight. Yay me! The rest was movie-athon. Here's the list of movies I watched on the flight to Spain and back:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;2) Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;3) Breakfast at Tiffany's (halfway)&lt;br /&gt;4) Iron Man (Really good.)&lt;br /&gt;5) The Dark Knight (Batman)&lt;br /&gt;6) Angus, Thongs &amp;amp; Perfect Snogging (The twins really are hot.)&lt;br /&gt;7) Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the flight to Milan, I was sitting next to this guy (a Spanish, I guess) who wore a cowboy hat and changed to baseball cap when he was sleeping. My cousins say he's probably a celeb. Haha. On the flight back, I was suppose to sit next to an Italian but I sat at an empty seat between my uncle and cousin instead. Duh, 13 hours next to one tall, big-sized guy is not my defination of comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!! On the flight to Milan, there was this group of teenagers who was sitting at the next cabin. The boys are cute... Their curls are even cuter. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures. Lots &amp;amp; lots. But most on scenery. Some of them are from my camer but some of them are from my cousin's very bulky &amp;amp; professional Nikon camera. Spain is BEAUTIFUL! I'm gonna make like a photo journal so see the pics and read, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 &amp;amp; 2: Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View of Barcelona from Montjuic Hill&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281782693771690034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUypYDsRQDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GIRjOyZS87k/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281782691920648274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUypX8y8mFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/d1Qj8iGIPK4/s320/DSCF1331.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The port of Barcelona&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281784931960797378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyraVmIuMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kFsrWlM4QKk/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; a group of choral singers turned to stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281784924082363170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyrZ4PxWyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wIfpkzSYOu8/s320/DSCF1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then off to the stadium which was used for certain events on the 1992 Olympic Games held in Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281784925419251586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyrZ9Ogp4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/uGgvyKDyQH0/s320/DSCF1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bus ride to La Sagrada Familia, I met my Spanish boyfriend called Marc. Okay, I'm kidding about the boyfriend bit but not kidding about his/it's name. Look at the bottom of the statue. It's really Marc! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281790692051520754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUywpnmyDPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/00pX0dXcxN4/s320/DSCF1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Sagrada Familia which is still being built since 1882.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281790696279880130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUywp3W5scI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Es6KyFIRUDU/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smaller model found at a souvenir opposite the real thing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281790700796295650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUywqILsueI/AAAAAAAAAHM/I4v1Us-zNcI/s320/DSCF1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure about the name of this place but I think it is the Maremagnum.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281792075112036962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyx6H6GumI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v-1tfURv6CU/s320/DSCF1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281792075329413762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyx6It7ooI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-6yIP7l1k9k/s320/DSCF1356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Half of the ball is really hanging off the building. It looks like it's gonna fall of any moment, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281792078420541202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyx6UO6fxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IPC5D0Y6Phc/s320/DSCF1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eeeeeew! A box of (fake) giant ants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After checking in to our apartment, some of us walked over to La Bouqeria market which sells really fresh and splendid things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793181849617202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyy6i06AzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UIXkQg1wZ74/s320/DSCF1359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eggs, my favourite. See if you can spot the big, black, fat things. They're ostrich eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793189333475122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyy6-tMnzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/08eAdPnZ5t0/s320/DSCF1362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mushrooms and veggies of every kind. Really fresh but be careful not to touch them, the shopkeeper will scold you! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281793195908874146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUyy7XM5P6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_v7dqG8culA/s320/DSCF1360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Candy overload!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, we went to see the works of Gaudi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281794628943251250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy0Oxq6hzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ne_IEFYaD0k/s320/DSCF1369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281794635051704610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy0PIbSISI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tsSrVwMqhLQ/s320/DSCF1383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lots of tourists mulling around the area too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's in the district of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281795453956208242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy0-zFVNnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3Yo-FpTjtsg/s320/DSCF1382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is like their version of Orchard Road and obviously a shopping district. How convenient. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I present to you, the cutest-looking water-cooler ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281798297430199554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy3kT2XDQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HdWZdgUOPXo/s320/DSCF1391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3: Peniscola &amp;amp; Valencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281800007083383314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy5H0zcWhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WGvCty-i2k0/s320/DSCF1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282092349362505170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3DAYqPhdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iSkTUlhlSxA/s320/DSCF1399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The wind went crazy then and so did my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281800011345592082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy5IErofxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Lr-6r5qaNEA/s320/DSCF1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281806383548119922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy-6-_Gu3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1DCnJvJEB4M/s320/DSCF1406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After some sightseeing at Peniscola, we drove to Valencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this statue at the roundabout to the hotel. Do you notice the heart on the book??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281806385785437778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy-7HUhflI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ghFmCZPUY8Q/s320/DSCF1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Centre for Arts and Sciences. Really nice weather on that day. Love the different shades of blue on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281806388221383042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUy-7QZTEYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tPTG457LR54/s320/DSCF1414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On your left is one of the largest bullrings in Spain and on your right is the Town Hall Square. I saw a Chichuahua running in with the owner. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281808344306236642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUzAtHYRPOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vh7sqsT2wm0/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fountain opposite the Cathedral. The buildings in Valencia are really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281808342509560882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUzAtAr6JDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vY1DAJNBpvs/s320/DSCF1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cathedral which we didn't enter cos it was really crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281808345645036338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUzAtMXdszI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hPWfyFlQw-o/s320/DSCF1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281810458650343330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUzCoL7L96I/AAAAAAAAAKc/SFTFL1UHm64/s320/DSCF1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4: San Javier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Roda Golf &amp;amp; Beach Resort we stayed in is really huge. I would say around 2 &amp;amp; a half times my school size. You need a map o go around the resort. Damn, I wish I was going there in the summer. Would be simply awesome! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early morning view from my apartment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281810476352304578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUzCpN3qdcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/T_8eVE4-HuU/s320/DSCF1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5: Granada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282092358089183730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3DA5K2EfI/AAAAAAAAALE/_BZlcm83w-8/s320/DSCF1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282092353471978258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3DAn-BGxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/48zpUFT3gR0/s320/Spain-Dec08-Jo+206.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The view from our CityMar hotel. The view at night is really breathtaking. I love the houses that's ascending up the hill. Really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we woke up really early, at like 6am to go to the Alhambra Palace. There's too many pictures to upload so I'm not gonna upload all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282134079575706130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3o9Z0YShI/AAAAAAAAALM/zGeP6kcSsA8/s320/DSCF1493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these means "There is no conquerer but Allah." &amp;amp; it can be found in every corner of the palace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282134083434570018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3o9oMZ4SI/AAAAAAAAALU/m6GWb0clcVY/s320/DSCF1499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The courtyard. I know it doesn't look like it but it was very,very,very cold. Gloves and hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282134085874073906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SU3o9xSBwTI/AAAAAAAAALc/hswrHX-CCzU/s320/DSCF1497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3D ceilings. Look like honeycomb. Really, really intricate and delicate designs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm gonna continue more photos another post. Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pay my respects to grace and virtue, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;send my condolences to good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give my regards to soul and romance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;they always did the best they could.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Human" by the Killers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6509985946690237012?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6509985946690237012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6509985946690237012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/viva-espaa.html' title='¡Viva España!'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SUypYDsRQDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GIRjOyZS87k/s72-c/Spain-Dec08-Jo+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1373199876256251749</id><published>2008-12-02T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:31:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The World's A Stage</title><content type='html'>TK Choir's Vivace concert went pretty well last night. It sounds so weird but I didn't feel nervous at all when performing. I think it's cos I was very tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to Esplanade at 1 and then went on stage to rehearse for our positions etc. That's when I felt nervous cos the place was insanely big and grand. My legs turned to Jell-O. Then when Mr Kwei lost his temper and started screaming, I think everyone on stage stopped breathing. It was absolutely silent that I swear if a pin drop, it would probably echo really loudly across the whole hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was pretty horrible. Luckily, I packed a bun so at least, I didn't faint on stage.The dressing room is awesome. With the Phantom of the Opera sort of lighting. It's super bright and doubly hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, it was showtime. My heels were hurting like crazy and I was so afraid that my knees would buckle any moment, not cos I was nervous but cos I was exhausted. Oh yeah, the acoustics of the hall there is very, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was 3/4 full. Not bad, I guess. :DD But I couldn't really see the audience cos it was very dark there but the stage was very brightly-lit. &amp;amp; the light backstage is neon-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;. Aaargh, so headache-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing was done, we went to Lao Pa Sat to eat. The satay there is really good. Then my dad was referring to Double, Double, Toil &amp;amp; Trouble as "Double, Trouble, Toilet Bubble". I felt like usign my satay stick to poke his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm leaving for Spain tomorrow. Omg, unbelievable. &amp;amp; I haven't even really pack yet. Aaaaaaaaah! Okay, Back to searching for more Spanish phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be my last post until I come back from Spain. I'll be away from 3/12-19/12. Yesyes, I know. It's 16 days. Pretty long, huh? :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun leads the way the moon lights the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you &amp;amp; I lying in my avant garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of the day when our worlds collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wont be denied here inside our avant garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Avant Garden" by Aerosmith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1373199876256251749?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1373199876256251749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1373199876256251749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-worlds-stage.html' title='All The World&apos;s A Stage'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5060001085157595586</id><published>2008-11-28T16:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:43:15.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't It Pretty?</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, I just started brushing my teeth after flossing for like 8 minutes when a flipping humongous bee flew out of nowhere and scared the crap outta me. I let out a super high-pitched shriek, as high as I can go with a toothbrush in my mouth, &amp;amp; choked on the toothpaste in the process. I rinsed my mouth and flew out of the bathroom with my Chuck rubberband in one hand. Stupid beeeeeeeee! Buzzbuzzbuzz until I nearly peed in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the full rehearsal today, with the black outfit &amp;amp; sash. I got the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; sash. :DDD At first, I thought I will get the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; one &amp;amp; I was thinking to myself, "I'll rip it apart if I get it!" Thank God I got the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; one. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Twinkle's blog. I'm supposed to bold whatever that applies to me in my birthday month. So my birthday is on October. Okay, let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: &lt;strong&gt;Loves to chat.&lt;/strong&gt; Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. &lt;strong&gt;Treats friends importantly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Always making friends.&lt;/strong&gt; Easily hurt but recovers easily. &lt;strong&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Opinionated.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Does not care of what others think.&lt;/strong&gt; Emotional. &lt;strong&gt;Decisive.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Strong clairvoyance.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves to travel,&lt;/strong&gt; the arts and &lt;strong&gt;literature.&lt;/strong&gt; Touchy and easily jealous. &lt;strong&gt;Concerned.&lt;/strong&gt; Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. &lt;strong&gt;Loves children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double bold for loves to travel &amp;amp; loves children. :D But I don't love those who loves me cos not all sort of love is mutual, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take Stella's advice about the caption thing &amp;amp; try it out. The topic of the day is KITCHENS. Yup, kitchens. Okay, there's so many pretty ones. I want my own kitchen with many, many baking utensils that will spare me from breaking my arms. That's a nice thought. Getting my own kitchen, not breaking my arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273698330980767314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_wsNat1lI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xZQ1Uq-evFg/s320/Apple+green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isn't this apple green kitchen so pretty? Lots of natural light. &amp;amp; I LOVE the island in the middle. Perfect for having a quick snack. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273698336489515218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_wsh8GqNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LjpRSK4D-8Q/s320/Steel+Mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One word: Sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273698332638924770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_wsTmDT-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/MmMOeSAoWKs/s320/White.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This kitchen is damn cool. Looks at the bottom of the island, there's a bookshelf!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273699665923815618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_x56d8OMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ukFHPWnthzw/s320/Old+style.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I put this picture here not cos I like it but cos it's so Harry Potter &amp;amp; Double, Double Toil &amp;amp; Trouble. Imagine the cauldron bubbling and the witches chanting and cursing and adding spit to their potion. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273699664128077842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_x5zxzcBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Hggr8GyaQhI/s320/Aqua+blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one minor problem about this kitchen. The background is so claming &amp;amp; relazing, you'll probably fall asleep while stirring your stew. I have no idea what the sticking-out-submarine-look-alike thing is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273699659556355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_x5iv0f2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eEATWNS7czQ/s320/Modern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love this. The red tiles on the wall makes it looks even cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273699661280933986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_x5pK_eGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jkR2PY1BmbY/s320/Pretty+Red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Save the best for the last. Okay, this is my ultimate dream kitchen. I kid you not. How much cooler can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is: I WANT A RED KITCHEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the caption thing actually worked. :OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;I shall therefore proclaim my love for Stella Goh, the ultimate blogger-technical-problem-champ. Hooray for Stella! :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;H2O: two parts Heart and one part Obsession. -Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5060001085157595586?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5060001085157595586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5060001085157595586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-aint-pretty.html' title='Ain&apos;t It Pretty?'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SS_wsNat1lI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xZQ1Uq-evFg/s72-c/Apple+green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-6192192116181621182</id><published>2008-11-27T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:41:41.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink, Pank, Punk</title><content type='html'>Things to do before the end of this week:&lt;br /&gt;-Buy black Polo T-shirt for choir concert (Done, finally)&lt;br /&gt;-Return library books and borrow Spain guidebooks &amp;amp; phrasebooks (with pronunciations!)&lt;br /&gt;-Find a suitable luggage to bring to Spain (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Upload all the songs from CD into my iPod (especially the Classical Music set)&lt;br /&gt;-Find a new blogskin that won't mess up the caption (or else there won't be any photos from Spain)&lt;br /&gt;-Start packing (at least) the clothes to bring to Spain (Hate packing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question to ask. When I upload my photos onto Blogger and try to post it, the caption/sentence I want to write below it is always screwed up. Meaning it will get jumbled up and will run all over the place. So who's fault is it? The blogskin's fault or Blogger is just always like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice weather these few days, especially today. It's cloudy and windy. Really cooling. Man, I wish it could be like that all year round. Okay, maybe all year round is a tall order, but at least 7-8 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I finally figure out how to work with iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: I made a horrible mistake and now the iTunes on this computer is redundant. Greater news: My dad said he's gonna change the desktop soon anyway so I can re-download iTunes and hopfully make it work properly.&lt;br /&gt;Worse News: I have to wait until next year to get it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read finish Breaking Dawn. I love the Part 3 where the story is back to Bella's point of view. The Jacob's part was damn boring. I skipped most of it. That book is dangerous. Highly addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lazy. Oh wait, I hear people swimming. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm safe up high, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing can touch me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pain inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're like perfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how do I feel this good sober?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Sober" by Pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-6192192116181621182?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6192192116181621182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/6192192116181621182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-pank-punk.html' title='Pink, Pank, Punk'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-7295094314690950443</id><published>2008-11-24T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:10:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck, The Rubber</title><content type='html'>Hey, haven't blogged in ages. Lots of thigs have happened, both good and bad. Okay, I shall cut the crap and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 1: I have gotten my iPod Nano Chromatic. Awesome!! I bought it yesterday. The red one isn't available cos you must buy it online so I got the silver one instead and bought a red silicone case. Just one big problem now, iTunes can't get along well with me! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 2: TK Choir's Vivace concert is exactly one week away. 7 DAYS! which means that Spain is 9 days away. &amp;amp; I haven't even started packing. Noooooooooooooooo! Talk about unprepared. Aiya, worse come to worse, I'll go there and buy clothes. Muahahaha. Massimo Dutti, Pedro del Hierro, Zara, Mango, Custo Barcelona... Endless choices. :D Only problem now is convincing my parents to bring an extra luggage to store my treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 3: Christmas is coming up. Yay! All the decorations are up and Christmas songs are blasting everywhere you go. Lovely, lovely. I wish I could spend a Christmas in England or somewhere.. where I can have a white Christmas and Harrod's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 4: I scraped my wrist on the rough beach-y part of the pool and there's a small cut which looks like Edward Cullen bit me or something. Eh no, I rather Emmett do the homours instead. Spaeking of vampires, I finally bought a copy of Breaking Dawn. I ended up paying $13 instead of $21+ cos I had the 30% off voucher. Ha! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 5: Paris Hilton stinks. I mean, her perfume does stink. Cos Alita, the dearest with the bestest instincts, sprayed Paris Hilton's fragrance on both Jasmine and my wrists. So smelllllly. &amp;amp; she sprayed it at the beginngin of the Christmas Carolling concert. "Jingle bells, Paris smells, 50 miles away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna go down &amp;amp; swim now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you care about someone, you make sacrifices. &lt;strong&gt;You put their happiness first&lt;/strong&gt;. - "Secret Santa" by Sabrina James &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-7295094314690950443?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7295094314690950443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/7295094314690950443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/chuck-rubber.html' title='Chuck, The Rubber'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3091040780269835523</id><published>2008-11-19T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:29:29.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Accident</title><content type='html'>My back is hurting like crazy now. I totally blame it on my neighbours. Cos yesterday, we were swimming and I had the watergun so all 3 of them jumped on my back and &lt;strike&gt;mauled&lt;/strike&gt; attacked me as if they were white tigers. All because I had the watergun. Thanks a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth hurts too. D: I have a colourful mouth now. The braces in the bottom jaw is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dark blue&lt;/span&gt; but above is&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;turqouise &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, alternate. Stupid power chain at the bottom so it's hurting like crap right now. :((( On the bright side, my next appointment is somewhere next year. So I'll be dentist-free for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love going to Cold Storage cos I always end up buying something there. &amp;amp; they have many imported products thats are very interesting. Bought a box of Swiss Delice Truffino which is awesomely rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate stock in my fridge is running dangerously low. I wonder when my dad is going to Switzerland next. But he always buy the wrong type of chocolate. Like the last time he bought a few boxes of chocolate Truffles that was covered in so much cocoa powder, I choked till my eyes nearly shot out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the 90210 on StarWorld only last for 45minutes?? And it's including advertisements also. DD: My dad kept complaining it was a "very bitchy show" cos he was watching the news and I wrestled for the controller so I changed the channel to StarWorld. Stupidest thing was that he admitted that he used to watch the old version (Beverly Hills 90210). Here's a few comments he made while watching the show:&lt;br /&gt;- "She looks like an ape. Oh my God, so ugly. How did she even get the role?? And I thought Tori Spelling was ugly last time." (Referring to Queen Bitch Naomi)&lt;br /&gt;- "Walao, what a stupid show. Look at all the Porsche down here. You better not hang out with this kind of people, I'm telling you!" (Talking about the rich mean kids. Like there's much around here. Hello?! I'm not living in Beverly Hills.)&lt;br /&gt;- "She got a Mercedes as a consolation gift?! Filthy rich. Aiyah, You don't think about it. I won't give you a Merc." (Talking about Naomi yet again. I don't want a Merc, I want a Porsche anyway. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;- "Wah. I didn't know American teens were so desperate." (When he saw Annie throw herself at Ty and kissing him while he was still talking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season Finale of CSI:Miami tonight. Please don't kill off Eric or Ryan or Natalia or else it won't be fun watching it anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be spending Christmas in KL this year. Nothing much to look forward to except shopping (SALE!) and Christmas dinner at uncle M's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's funny when people say, 'I don't think Julia likes me.' Honey, if I don't like you, you're going to know about it. -Julia Roberts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3091040780269835523?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3091040780269835523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3091040780269835523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-accident.html' title='Happy Accident'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8872158618993081186</id><published>2008-11-16T17:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:09:31.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Hath' No Fury</title><content type='html'>So I got the sms from an excited Crystal yesterday, asking me which class I got into. Well, she sounded pretty excited in the sms so I ran all the way to the basement and to the letterbox before realising I didn't bring the bloody key down. So I took the lift up and found th ekeys ran down and flung the box open &amp;amp; guess what I found?? Advertisements from real estate agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn was I mad. So I came up and pretty much bombarded everybody on MSN until I heard the motorbike sound and ran downstairs again. This time with the keys. I waited at the side cos the postman was shuffling through all the letters and mine was among the last in the pile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what?! I got into my 1st choice. Oooooooh yeah. Simply awesome. :DD I hope my future classmates and I can click though. :/ Gonna be back to the basics again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hand still smells like chlorine although I did bathe after swimming this morning. &amp;amp; I'm so glad I actually put on my sunblock cos even after I did, my back and arms were fried to a shade near black. Played with A &amp;amp; I learnt that you should never ever underestimate the abilities and the smart-ness of a 7-year-old kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes e-v-i-l to spell handsome devil. - "Skinny Dipping" by Melissa de la Cruz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SR_ybBzndCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tlMNQ0VpOJw/s1600-h/Taylor+Swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269196635202090018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SR_ybBzndCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tlMNQ0VpOJw/s320/Taylor+Swift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SR_yag3yTsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eDwKCtbzEKE/s1600-h/miley+cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269196626361208514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SR_yag3yTsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eDwKCtbzEKE/s320/miley+cyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures from the 2008 Country Music Awards. The one aboveis Taylor Swift (with a really good voice &amp;amp; real talent) and the one below is &lt;strike&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/strike&gt; Miley Cyrus. Can you guess which one is 18 and which one is 15? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift (above) is 19 and Miley Cyrus is 15. (She's going to be 16 in November 23. Wonder what she'll be up to then.) I totally don't blame you if you thought that Miley Cyrus was the 19 year old one cos she looks older than Taylor Swift right?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S Love Taylor's sparkly dress. :)) Miley Cyrus' one look like a curtain. &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/3918204181122150382-8872158618993081186?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8872158618993081186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8872158618993081186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-hath-no-fury.html' title='Hell Hath&apos; No Fury'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SR_ybBzndCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tlMNQ0VpOJw/s72-c/Taylor+Swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-1351999973923411313</id><published>2008-11-13T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:48:43.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Ketchup</title><content type='html'>Aaargh, I couldn't make it to class chalet!!!!! I was suppose to go on Monday but then choir ended at like 2.40 (including lunch) and I had to get back home by 5 for piano lessons. So I would have at most, 1 hour before going home even if I went to the chalet (including time to get lost etc.). Then there was tuition on Tuesday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was plannign to go yesterday but they had to check out at 9.30am. Shucks, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet, wet weather this few days so it's been pretty cooling which is good. But the downside? No swimming. Never mind, I think everyone's pretty busy anyway. The primary school kids' holidays are starting tomorrow. Or today, for those people who won't be going for prize-giving. I can guess it's going to be very noisy from now on. But we, secondary school kids already started the holidays 2+weeks ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's choir was stressful. At least we sorted out our Ancient-City-row-thing. We tried to clear all our movements for the songs and I think we did pretty well. Having Kenn stand in front of me is very, very annoying cos he doesn't know his actions and I have to keep poking him to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 90210 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the new rich kid (Ty) is pretty hot. Well, he is hotter than Ethan who is supposedly the school hottie. &amp;amp; the Queen Bitch (Naomi) is not very bitchy, at all. Okay, she sleeps around and act like she rules the whole school scene but Blair from Gossip Girl totally beats her, hands down. Compared to Blair, she looks tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a better Barcelona apartment. It's either too far out, too expensive, too small or too old. At the rate I'm going, I think I might go blind even before going to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little sugar to make the bitterness ease. It's foolproof. -"A La Carte" by Tanita Davis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-1351999973923411313?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1351999973923411313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/1351999973923411313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/fancy-ketchup.html' title='Fancy Ketchup'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-5170989278422529903</id><published>2008-11-09T17:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:30:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond Never Dies</title><content type='html'>I watched 007-Quantum Of Solace this morning &amp;amp; it was disappointing. Sure, there was alot of action, right from the beginning to the end but something's just not there. Maybe cos there wasn't any cool gadgets?? The villian wasn't villian-ous enough too. He (Dominic Greene in the show) looks more like a nerd than a villian. &amp;amp; is it just me or is James Bond like bulletproof??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just painted my toenails bright, bright pink. Used Sally Hansen Hard As Nails one. It's so reflective! It took me so long to find the whole bag of nail polish &amp;amp; when I finally found it at the back of the wardrobe, most of the bottles had already dried up but nothing a few shakes can't solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Funan mall yesterday to look for (a cheap) monitor and look at the price of my iPod. My dad, being the cheapo, said he'll only get me the 8GB one. Well, better than nothing, I guess. Oh, do they sell the red one here in Singapore?? Cos I went to around 4 shops and none of them had the red one displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the last 45 minutes or so of the Arsenal VS Man Utd match last night. Arsenal beat Man Utd, 2 to 1. I notice that the football players have the bad habit of spitting. Eeew, it's really gross. Anyway, the crowd seems to jeer everytime Ronaldo gets the ball. I think Almunia, the Arsenal goalie, will be eating porridge for the next few days cos some Man Utd. player kicked him pretty hard on his cheek. Poor thing. Sagna's hair is pretty gross, reminds me of gummy bears. I think that I'll pull one lock out if I ever meet him. Hehe. Ohohoh, did I mention that Cesc Fabregas is like a total eye-candy? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. it's been pretty long since I've gone to Dempsey Hill. Aargh, I wanna go there soon cos it's such a nice place to people-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shame on you, if you fool me once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shame on me, if you fool me twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been a pretty hard case to crack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should've known better but I didn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't go back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Life Goes On" by LeAnn Rimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-5170989278422529903?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5170989278422529903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/5170989278422529903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/bond-never-dies.html' title='Bond Never Dies'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8964205907576097298</id><published>2008-11-08T16:13:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:00:27.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Rip!</title><content type='html'>In case you are living under a rock or in a cave somewhere off Timbuktu, I am now telling you that Barack Obama has won the 2008 USA Presidential Election. Yaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O-bama, O-bama, O-bama!!" Don't know why I'm so happy. Maybe cos this proves that nothing is impossible. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CKJFMkJJXYc/SRVPru2U1tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tx2Z4UBcOpo/s1600-h/obama_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I want the shirt Jared Leto &amp;amp; his 30 Seconds To Mars bandmates were wearing at the MTV Europe Awards. I wanted to post the picture but after that, all my paragraphs will become one huge chunk and a whole mess. Screw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch 007 Quantum Of Solace tomorrow. Booked the tickets already. Speaking of movies, HSM3 was pretty aw...... ful (not awesome). The scenes don't link up to each other &amp;amp; they keep singing and singing and singing. That's why it's called a musical, I guess. Some of the songs are damn dumb like "The Boys Are Back" one but the dance moves were pretty slick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set to make pancakes on Monday morning. Gonna follow the Nigella Express one cos the way she was cooking, it made me salivate. Mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the White Horses choir song is pretty horrible. I've never seen so many accidentals in any of our pieces ever. &amp;amp; the song sounds out of this world (not a compliment!). The timing is very tricky. Aaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk, and Martin walked so Obama could run. Obama is running so we all can fly, so let's fly. -Jay-Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8964205907576097298?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8964205907576097298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8964205907576097298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-it-rip.html' title='Let It Rip!'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-3651757887237441146</id><published>2008-11-05T10:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:18:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For The Sun</title><content type='html'>Eccentric is the word that can be used to describe the weather. One minute, it'll be very sunny &amp;amp; the next, "Clang! Paw! Bang!" the rain starts pouring and the thunder &amp;amp; lightning starts to strike. Every evening, the weather will turn from sunny to rainy so I haven't been able to swin these few days. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Eye Place the other day. I saw a pair of glasses that was made in France and it's so pretty but my dad obviously said NO when I asked him whether I could buy it. It cost around $350+, more than my iPod &amp;amp; I considered asking him to get me that instead of my iPod but I obviously wasn't that silly. There was another pair of glasses by Marc Jacobs that cost $600+. It's actually very plain but I think it costs so much cos tehre was Marc Jacobs signature on the side of the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Crystal came over to swim in the morning. We played around with the crocodile &amp;amp; she couldn't get onto it so I couldn't top laughing. Hehehehe. I love the croc, man. I wonder how the whale actually looks like. Hmm.. Then we had Thai for lunch. The Tom Yam was super spicy. For every sip of Tom Yam, I drank a sip of water from the glass. My tongue was still throbbing after finishing lunch. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's piano lesson was pure torture. At the rate I'm going, I'm very sure I'll fail my next exam. Aaargh, shan't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched an episode of 90210 last night. Scandal, scandal &amp;amp; more scandal- that's what the show is about. I think it's more realistic than Gossip Girl but the kids there are also filthy rich. They drive Porsches, Ferraris, Maseratis etc. to school. &amp;amp; the school is beautiful! :)) But the lead actress, Shenae Grimes, is scarily skinny. Her bones is practically sticking out. oh dear, EAT!Can't wait for next week's episode. Shucks, have to wait for 1 more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch HSM3 later. I still can't believe I'll be spending 8 bucks on the movie. Why oh why did Disney put it on the big screen?? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cos they knew they would earn more money that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scandal is what one half of the world takes pleasure inventing, and the other half in believing. -Paul Chatfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-3651757887237441146?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3651757887237441146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/3651757887237441146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/pray-for-sun.html' title='Pray For The Sun'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918204181122150382.post-8535693433680638570</id><published>2008-11-02T20:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:56:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunkissed</title><content type='html'>Had choir practice yesterday morning. Polished our steps for Ancient City and learnt some new steps for Shackleton. I think the Ancient City steps will look pretty awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to swim yesterday afternoon although my mum was like, "Don't go lah. Stay at home watch TV. Just you and them only, you know." By them, she meant my neighbours of course. Then I just changed and she threathened me by saying that she won't ever let me go down if I don't put on my sunblock so I put it on downstairs and A was like peering at me and saying, "Is that sunblock??" in her cute accent.Boy, I was glad I put on my sunblock. Cos even after that, I got abit burnt. I'm really happy that there's some tan on my back &amp;amp; on my face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played in the water for like, 2 hours. The little Thai-Caucasian kids were very, very cute. The girl loves to sit on the crocodile. Then she'll rock, rock, rock and then just fly off the crocodile. &amp;amp; her eyes are so big and brown. The boy, on teh other hand, loves to play with the water gun and his whole body was practically shaking when he pushed the handle of the water gun. A-dorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really dumb that my brother always always get away with the stupid thing he does but I don't. Like this morning, he purposely put his ringtome on really loud cos he knew it would annoy him and when I wanted to knock his head, he moved back so I ended up knocking his glasses &amp;amp; you know what?? He started crying. Yes, like tearing. OMG, he's a boy for Pete's sake. Even if he hit me, I wouldn't cry although I'm a girl! So at the end, I was the one who got freaking scolded. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made crepe with my dad just now. The batter turned out a tad too thick so we'll put more milk on next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quiz which I was apparently tagged by Stella to do it. But technically, she did't tag me on my CBox, she just mentioned me after finishing the quiz to do it. Okay, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate. Unless I'm in McDonald &amp;amp; they don't have chocolate then it's vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you looked in the mirror today, what was your first thought?&lt;br /&gt;Wow! My face is kinda tanned!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the snow or rain better?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I like the rain but I'm not sure about snow cos I haven't experienced real snow yet so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide between USA or Greece or Maldives. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Hui XIan from donkey years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;The plush towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose: A million bucks or to be able to fly?&lt;br /&gt;A million bucks shall make the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever faked sick?&lt;br /&gt;Duh! Why? I shan't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;Saw a dead body of a dog. Blood all over and its intestines were spilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lie(d) to someone to make them feel good about themselves?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Although I usually just end up telling teh truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, whats the best way for someone to die?&lt;br /&gt;Er... After living a life of no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of day are you having?&lt;br /&gt;A BORING day. Couldn't swim today. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows are open in your computer?&lt;br /&gt;4 with a dozen or so tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Juice, grapes and flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like clowns?&lt;br /&gt;No. Hate those things with painted white face and big red nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spent the night in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. On October 4 and when I was 5 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your third text in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Lemme give you a glimpse. It contains the following words, "...................it was a secret. Bloody hell her..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to anything at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, YouTube is switched on full blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle stress?&lt;br /&gt;By swimming or just doing something relaxing till I figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather spend a whole day with your mom or your dad?&lt;br /&gt;Mum, if I'm shopping. But normally, dad is less irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever borrowed something from you and never returned it?&lt;br /&gt;No. They might take ages to return it but they'll return it at the end cos I'll bug them till they do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If women ruled the world would there be more peace?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Wait! There'll be catfights here &amp;amp; there. But who says women can't rule the world??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you text without looking at your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat junk food or chocolate when your sad or depressed?&lt;br /&gt;I eat junk food &amp;amp; chocolate even when I'm not depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which shoe do you put on first?&lt;br /&gt;Left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you crack your neck?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It scares some people. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met someone famous?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but not Hollywood famous-famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;When someone irritated me real bad. But I just knocked my brother's head this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite soup?&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom, Clam Chowder etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found anything gross in one of your McDonald's meals?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite zoo animal?&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have imaginary friend(s) as a child?&lt;br /&gt;No. My friends and I imagined we were soem other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if there's really nothing on on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's just that yours is stupid. -www.coolfunnyquotes.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918204181122150382-8535693433680638570?l=the-uglytruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8535693433680638570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918204181122150382/posts/default/8535693433680638570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-uglytruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunkissed.html' title='Sunkissed'/><author><name>Cjmin :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17862838633349671083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
