<?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-31532677</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:19:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere only we know</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116758011734077376</id><published>2006-12-31T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:17:06.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today marks the end of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say ... but this blog didn't have a long lifespan (LOL) but you know, i've decided to move (AGAIN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Blogger. (I'll be keeping the journal, for safekeeping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVED to a new home for my journal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://thearchivepen.livejournal.com"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more exciting life awaits in 2007. (: New journal, for a new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116758011734077376?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116758011734077376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116758011734077376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116758011734077376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116758011734077376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-today-marks-end-of-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116730587748335637</id><published>2006-12-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T19:37:58.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;please let the damn internet connection work properly, don't freaking kill my one-week break.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed, very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What holidays?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116730587748335637?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116730587748335637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116730587748335637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116730587748335637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116730587748335637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/please-let-damn-internet-connection.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116704583321792170</id><published>2006-12-25T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:23:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here i am, after disappearing for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 25th December 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS! (:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy doing random things and writing Xmas cards. Written and sent/gave out around 17 cards for this year, I still have about 3 more cards to write and send out by tomorrow. Its the season to share! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i slept relatively early on Christmas eve. Nice weather! 12 hours of sleep is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116704583321792170?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116704583321792170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116704583321792170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116704583321792170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116704583321792170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-here-i-am-after-disappearing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116689334329517169</id><published>2006-12-24T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:02:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/spasticirc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, we were trying to be very spastic trying to imitate our old IRC days; changing our nicknames to those of what you'll see on IRC chatrooms on MSN and started talking rubbish. Remember those days when girls acted cute, and guys acted cool and beng? And those StIcKyCaPs? (YUCKS!!) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how my Christmas eve begun. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116689334329517169?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116689334329517169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116689334329517169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116689334329517169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116689334329517169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-now-we-were-trying-to-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_spasticirc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116652024307418779</id><published>2006-12-19T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:24:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annoying people are everywhere, eh? Was on bus 154 heading from school to the Clementi MRT and there was this group of 4 guys who were talking damn loudly (I was listening to my music and i could hear them very clearly?) on the same bus. I don't exactly know their actual conversation topic, but one of them was sharing with his friends that he has never done well for Olevel English/Chinese ...he talked like he wanted all the bus passengers to know that he is damn proud of it. Then blahblahblah. Followed by disgusting laughter by the bunch of them. -.- I heard GP somewhere along the way, i was STUNNED. That person sounded like a typical ahbeng instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i judge people, too much.. which is rather bad. Miss lee you should change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eeeeeep.&lt;/i&gt; I came across this advertisment on some Japan Condoms (Okamoto if didn't remember wrongly? HAHA) ON THE TRAIN on the way home today. I was like... &lt;i&gt;??!?&lt;/i&gt; Something i'll &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; expect to see on the train, or in Singapore for that matter. I watched as this Uncle kept staring at the ad, i was laughing inside. LOL. Oh, and there were two kids (presumably Primary School?) together with their Mom ... and they were staring at the ad and if i've not overheard wrongly, one of them was reading out what he saw ... "Sensation". I don't know what the Mom did later, but they turned to look at other ads soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's Sex education in Primary School already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a random observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ads i usually see on the train are either on the food (CP?), hair-related (Beijing 101?) or some Support Team Singapore ads. I wonder what this new ad is for..... (hur. too many abandoned kids cases? too many abortion cases?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i tend to read the ads on the train, alot; probably because i take long train journeys 4 times a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116652024307418779?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116652024307418779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116652024307418779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116652024307418779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116652024307418779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/annoying-people-are-everywhere-eh-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116646069796600285</id><published>2006-12-19T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:51:37.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All my mind was filled with when i entered the bathroom was "I want to brush my teeth, and wash my face".&lt;br /&gt;and i nearly squeezed my facial foam onto my toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagged, and probably because of the good weather for the past few days (RAIN RAIN please go away when i want to jog, and come back again when its bedtime!) i've been either slacking or sleeping, under-utilising my time. I think i watched 3 football matches for the past two days? Charlton vs Liverpool (YEY because i realised Liverpool is always winning when i happen to watch the match.),  Everton vs Chelsea (I'll say, its an exciting match) and i didn't finish watching West Ham vs Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shagged from two consecutive days of tuition on Saturday and Sunday. Weekends are no longer free-days for me. :| The thought of preparing and going for tuition every week is actually quite tiring. The only motivation is the $ at the end, i guess .. since i'm a poor student. At least for now, i don't feel that bad because my tuition kid is an Olevel student, and so he has got questions regarding JC life for me, and i don't mind sharing. I would say its much better than taking Primary School kids because i can't relate anything to them. Serious age gap problem. In any case, I feel very weird having someone only 4 years older calling me "&lt;i&gt;cher&lt;/i&gt;". I just realised my previous Primary School tuition kids never even bother calling me Teacher! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am done with Economics assignment. Left with the PBF tutorial (AGAIN AGAIN!!) for this week, and the Stats test on Saturday. And then this Saturday marks the beginning of my one pathetic week of holidays. Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its past 12am already. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CANDICE NG ZHI PEI!&lt;/b&gt; smiley face. :D&lt;br /&gt;Am anticipating the celebration with the girls tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116646069796600285?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116646069796600285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116646069796600285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116646069796600285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116646069796600285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-my-mind-was-filled-with-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116620195712130989</id><published>2006-12-16T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:00:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me how NOT to love the Japanese?</title><content type='html'>My left eye (or eyelid?) has been twitching alot this whole week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How annoying&lt;/span&gt;. And I THINK left eye is supposed to mean something bad will happen?.... But basically i think i just lack sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed my Stats assignment, and am in the process of finishing up my preparations for Tuition tomorrow. I have tuition on both Sat and Sun, i feel deprived of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my organiser, and i realised i have quite alot to complete for the next upcoming week - Economics assignment (Tues), PBF Chapter 9 tutorial (Thurs), then there's a open-book (THANK GOODNESS. HAHA) Stats test (Sat). And then i should also work on all the tutorial questions (Economics, Maths, PBF, Stats) that the lecturers didn't go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's two meetup sessions with two different group of friends on the same week, a very good way to 'countdown' to the beginning of my 1-week break! YEY. (: Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision should actually start once the 1-week break begins. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad huh? &lt;/span&gt;Quite scary seeing how 2006 is coming to an end. And then the new year will somehow speed through again. My prelims are somewhere in Feb/Mar, and my actual examinations in Apr/May. My grades are 100% examination-based, and thats why i'm paranoid looking at how the do-or-die thing killed me the last time i had something like that (read: Alevels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always worrying over school, all the time. Somehow i'm always not here and not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;and all the fangirling begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/ninoformal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二宮和也 (Er Gong He Ye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my beloved Nino! :D I'll be happy just to see a few pictures of him daily. And what makes this picture perfect is that he's in formal! *SMILES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i the last person to know that Nakata (YES FOOTBALL STAR HIDETOSHI NAKATA) was in Singapore for the Star Awards?I'm so gonna watch the repeat of Star Awards just to see Nakata!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px; height: 289px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/hidetoshinakata006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(credits: see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the Mediacorp website to see if i could find anything about him...&lt;br /&gt;http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/around8/interviews/view/860/1/.html&lt;br /&gt;http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/around8/events/view/859/1/.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are videos of him being interviewed! I swear his English is actually pretty good for a Japanese! If you realised, his attire is actually quite informal (a white tee? sneakers?), but the overall look put together with a vest by him, is just...*SQUEE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? Nakata and Takuya are actually good friends.... so Nakata was stepping on the same ground as us for a good few days and breathing the same air. I think the Airport will be swept and flooded by fans if one day Takuya Kimura does step into Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i have enough time to write up all my cards, and send away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a incoherent entry. But i seriously can't be bothered, since its MY SPACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116620195712130989?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116620195712130989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116620195712130989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116620195712130989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116620195712130989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/tell-me-how-not-to-love-japanese.html' title='tell me how NOT to love the Japanese?'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_ninoformal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116611188624053119</id><published>2006-12-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:05:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANT A GETAWAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (even if it means Sentosa, Pulau Ubin, Bintan etc.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; especially after reading Jasmine's bintan trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience a laidback life, even for a few days. Imagine lying by the beach,  soaking in the sun and getting all burnt and tanned whee (my tan is absolutely non-existent now.) and then get this warm and fuzzy feeling to spend a good few days together with a bunch of good friends. And i think it'll be even better if we ditch ALL our gadgets like handphone blahblahblah and be totally absorbed in the natural atmosphere that we've often taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toooooooo bad&lt;/span&gt;. Miss Lee should just stop dreaming since my holidays begin only AFTER 23rd December, and school resumes on the 3rd of January (yey FANTASTIC LUH!). Anyways, its pretty unlikely to materialise seeing how all my friends are ALL busy with their own lives. Can't even hardly organise a proper meetup (even a few hours seem like a chore to some...), so dream on about a few days getaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, i really don't know if i'm still in their friendship compartment now. Someone once told me i'll be ultimately the one who'll be hurt, seeing how much importance friendships mean to me. I whine and question privately (or even to myself), i think (too much) and probably worry for simple and things that isn't significant to others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think i'm just doing what i can do as a friend, simple as that. &lt;/span&gt;You know how they say treat others like how you want to be treated? I'm just doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm really tolerant about (-adds in the lists of things i don't like my friends to do-), but i think it really takes one to give in, or pretend that nothing has happened, to keep the friendship going. Forgetting about it is good. Like, try remembering the good points, and ignore -the things i don't like my friends to do-, it'll make life ... a happier one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot randomly these days. About Life, Death, Friendships. So don't mind all the long boring posts. Hmm. I feel old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Wei Wen today. Yey, Candice's present is settled! Whee. Will update about the details once the celebration is done. (: Miss Procrastinator FINALLY bought my Christmas cards, i should start writing already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Boon Bee in Orchard today!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here's a random picture i tweeked a lil on Photoshop. Don't doubt the ability of my VGA camera phone, its looks quite alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on 16th November so many weeks ago during our PBF lecture break. HAHAHA. Just realised we were in contrasting black and white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew May and I&lt;br /&gt;(She's my first official friend in SIM! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No need for exclamation marks. YES YES I had a haircut (REALLY SHORT. But its a lil longer now YEY) and got a new pair of spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry friend, i believe you're not the last person to see me with my new haircut. Seeing how i haven't seen many many friends (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow people walk out of your life faster than the process of you getting to know them, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was nearly 2 months back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So you'll know how long you haven't seen me if you haven't seen me with my short hair ... And i hope you all know what to do, TIME FOR A MEETUP.&lt;/span&gt; I have loads of catching up to do. [although i've got to admit, coordinating everybody's schedule for a meetup is an absolute chore (i still don't see why everyone's so busy during their holidays WHEN I'M NOT HAVING MINE.) and it seriously sucks when some don't reply. I've been lazy to sms lately, probably because of that.] Initiative has to come from everybody, or i'll always look like the only enthusiastic about meetups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally-speaking quite free, judging from my schedule below... (for own references)&lt;br /&gt;- (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/12&lt;/span&gt;) Meetup with the fivesome to celebrate Candice's birthday&lt;br /&gt;- (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pending&lt;/span&gt;) Meetup with the same fivesome - Wei Wen, Jia Qi, Candice and Grace for other plans (&lt;i&gt;do we have any?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/12 Xmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;) Meetup with Cherie, Emilyn, Clarissa, Clare (Shaline?) for Fondue and baking session&lt;br /&gt;- (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pending. January&lt;/span&gt;) Gathering for the first row S309 girls - Shi Hui, Hui Ying, Erina (SHE) and Myself, Jia Qi and Wei Wen (LEEJIAWEI) together with Jorcelyn&lt;br /&gt;- (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pending&lt;/span&gt;) Meetup with my ex-colleagues lunching bunch Boon Bee, Joanne, Ezann and Jia Jun&lt;br /&gt;- (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no plans yet?&lt;/span&gt;) Meetup with my beloved Floorball girls&lt;br /&gt;- (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no plans yet?&lt;/span&gt;) Meetup with the juniors&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ar-lians&lt;br /&gt;- (pending) &lt;/span&gt;Meetup with Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;...... and more catching up sessions, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise there'll be pictures for all meetups. (: I wanna do collages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116611188624053119?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116611188624053119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116611188624053119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116611188624053119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116611188624053119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-entry.html' title='long entry'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116602632266816475</id><published>2006-12-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:12:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my heart mended, and then broken on the very same day...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt;. (my beloved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kazu-chan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing serious. Knowing and reading too much into your idol is bad cause it'll make one cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once a fangirl, always a fangirl. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116602632266816475?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116602632266816475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116602632266816475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116602632266816475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116602632266816475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-my-heart-mended-and-then-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116593793350978269</id><published>2006-12-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:40:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 502px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/koreanvsjapanese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(contents blurred for the privacy of both users!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to post this because ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i like Nino's new short hair (see display picture) ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and by the way, if you haven't noticed; my background is Takuya Kimura! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever i see this MSN conversation i'm reminded of how we're so different in preferences. Siew May loves her Korean boys, and me in the world of my Japanese pretty boys! (tsk tsk, and hence you know what we're always talking about in school. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely biased (and i'm proud to admit it hahaha) and so i'll still say i love the Japanese better! There's this invisible magnetic attraction towards them! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a random post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey for fandom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116593793350978269?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116593793350978269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116593793350978269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116593793350978269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116593793350978269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/contents-blurred-for-privacy-of-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_koreanvsjapanese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116585675658338057</id><published>2006-12-12T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:05:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random @ 1am</title><content type='html'>SKI's Peach and Mango Yoghurt is so much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i likeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116585675658338057?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116585675658338057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116585675658338057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116585675658338057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116585675658338057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-1am.html' title='random @ 1am'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116581373602727532</id><published>2006-12-11T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:15:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 392px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/newsdec9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you probably can't read from here. but AIYYYY, go to the link below!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two weddings take place in Singapore with an unusual twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNA Article from &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/246253/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/246253/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 9th 2006 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a small video in the site&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder i received an sms from Grace on Saturday saying that she saw her on Channel5 news. And then a day later, Erina told me that she saw Miss Yong on New Paper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Apparently its the first dragonboat wedding on Bedok Reservoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Yong!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my GP tutor by the way!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116581373602727532?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116581373602727532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116581373602727532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116581373602727532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116581373602727532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-you-probably-cant-read-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_newsdec9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116559289120127739</id><published>2006-12-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:48:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life and death</title><content type='html'>I've once wondered, what will happen to all my online-related things like my public blog, locked journal, friendster and all other random traces of me online if i pass away suddenly one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that these online traces will leave behind too much memories, memories which i think will perpetuate the pain for the loved ones if they come across it over again. Imagine coming to my blog that will not be updated forever (not because i'm lazy) but because i've lost my existence forever, and how there wouldn't be new updates on my friendster anymore and it'll forever be that way. Like, everything found dead, together with the owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my handphone number will be deleted from my loved ones' contact lists when that day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, if i really die one day, i wouldn't want people to go look at my pictures online, or anything that reminds them of me. Personally, i'll think that if i were to leave this place, i would want total disappearance from everybody's lives because i feel that death is just, the end of existence. Yes, i'll want people to totally forget me ... because i don't want them to be sad over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound damn morbid. Don't worry, i'm perfectly normal; absolutely zero suicide thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should have some system to clear all online information of somebody once they're gone.Or in my will anytime if i do write one, i'll leave all my passwords for somebody to delete all my accounts for me. How technology-savvy! Or maybe there'll be something up there to write email to those here seeing how advanced the technologies are now. &lt;i&gt;Hmm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i have very weird thoughts ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;(lazy to write about my week &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116559289120127739?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116559289120127739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116559289120127739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116559289120127739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116559289120127739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-and-death.html' title='life and death'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116542109837386809</id><published>2006-12-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:05:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more grumbling</title><content type='html'>Lazy to write again. Slacked and napped my afternoon away. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;My momentum of doing work is not there again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i played with Photoshop just now. Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT NINO WITH HIS NEW SHORT HAIR IS LOVE! :D&lt;/span&gt; (yah surfing about my Arashi boy again.) and there was this picture with his short hair and pink pants! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be doing my Finance tutorial. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See?&lt;/span&gt; I'm always blogging when i'm supposed to be doing FINANCE. Its always like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, spare me from that .. at least for this week. I'm gonna have an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXCITING THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow already. 6.5 hours of Principles of Banking and Finance, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beat that beat that! &lt;/span&gt;Mind-boogling PBF lecture, whoo! Got to get out of school for lunch and shop (for xmas cards!) or i'll just die staying in school. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i realised i have lessons on 23rd December, like TWO DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS?! Thats my last lesson for December before my one week break. Not exactly a break since i've got to study and you know, do work .. since i've gotten an advanced THICK stack of Xmas package  for Stats already! (wah, you see, my first Christmas gift for the year. -_-) And then my school resumes on 3rd January. I feel so deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to see the Night View over at SIM tomorrow. Whee! (im soooooooooo excited *rolleyes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116542109837386809?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116542109837386809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116542109837386809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116542109837386809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116542109837386809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-grumbling.html' title='more grumbling'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116533106975711825</id><published>2006-12-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:15:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.mtvasia.com/Funstuff/Xmas/xmas.php?treename=Pei+Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be nice to me! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116533106975711825?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116533106975711825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116533106975711825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116533106975711825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116533106975711825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116533053697021403</id><published>2006-12-05T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:55:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i CMI (cannot make it) after a day out after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleeeeep. Updates with pictures tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116533053697021403?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116533053697021403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116533053697021403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116533053697021403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116533053697021403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-i-cmi-cannot-make-it-after-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116533053769904050</id><published>2006-12-05T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:55:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i CMI (cannot make it) after a day out after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleeeeep. Updates with pictures tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116533053769904050?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116533053769904050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116533053769904050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116533053769904050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116533053769904050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-i-cmi-cannot-make-it-after-day_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116521022232873194</id><published>2006-12-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:30:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i'll just feel as though a handful of friends treat my friendship half-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll doubt myself and wonder if i've done enough as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about whether it was all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116521022232873194?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116521022232873194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116521022232873194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116521022232873194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116521022232873194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-ill-just-feel-as-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116515398761060438</id><published>2006-12-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:04:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just took some old photos and started playing with adobe photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 396px; height: 313px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floorball&lt;/span&gt;, another BIG part of my life in MJC. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of lovely lovely group photos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to Floorball, Japanese Language, Music, Guitar (or a new instrument) etc. that i want to (continue to) learn, i'll be interested in Design - or in particular Photography, working with Adobe Photoshop and Webdesign. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of Un-accomplished dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116515398761060438?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116515398761060438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116515398761060438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116515398761060438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116515398761060438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-took-some-old-photos-and-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116508087246967123</id><published>2006-12-03T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T01:34:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's my last Japanese Elementary Stage II lesson at the CC. I must say, &lt;i&gt;i don't feel very accomplished.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be switching to a Japanese Language School to continue with Japanese lessons together with Pei Ching. (we're considering Yano, Pyaess or Aoba; any recommendations?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money-wise; it'll be more straining on my pockets, as i don't come from a rich family anyhow (and considering how my bank account is depleting and i don't get pocket money anymore). I need to look for tuition assignments for my monthly expenses.... its the tuition-season soon. Employ me, somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reasons why i want to switch to a Japanese language school:&lt;br /&gt;1) Jap Schools offer 3 hour lessons, once a week, as compared to 1.5 hour once a week at the CC; which is really a shortage of time, and hence there's limited things we can cover, which means alot of catching up to do myself.&lt;br /&gt;2) Jap Schools &lt;i&gt;kinda&lt;/i&gt; forces you to grasp your Hiragana/Katakana well enough because their textbooks are mainly in their Japanese writings and maybe a little of Kanji. I get TOO MUCH romanji (english) for my notes at the CC, so i'm over-reliant on it. Because of that, my hiragana is really really BAD. And i'm not kidding when i'll still be stunned when you give me simple Japanese characters.&lt;br /&gt;3) More interaction in Japanese schools. Interaction builds confidence in using the Language. Its too one-way because of the short lesson time and so its almost always the sensei speaking, and we're just down there listening. If we have more interactions in class, we'll be able to learn. We learn from mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;4) Jap Schools exposes us to more than the Language. We learn about the Japanese culture etc. too. And !!!! *excited mode* they actually have exchange programmes to Japan! They organise activities from time to time to interact with the Japanese if they're in Singapore for exchange too.&lt;br /&gt;5) Jap Schools are normally taught by native Japanese. That's quite a drift since they'll know what its like in Japan and all. (Although my sensei stayed in Japan for a few years) My teacher doesn't have a very good command of English, so sometimes when he tries to explain grammar-related stuff translated from Japanese into English, i'll have difficulty understanding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and many more reasons which i can't think of since i'm not very clear-minded now. (hello look at the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be repeating Stage II in school because i'm not confident regarding what i've learnt recently. Don't want to keep speeding on when i haven't grasp the basics completely. (: I suck at Japanese Grammar! As to when i'll continue with my Japanese language course, i'm still sourcing for a good school. If possible i'll hope to begin in January but i'm hoping i'll be able to get a Saturday afternoon class so i can go directly after Saturday lectures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary hiatus from Japanese Language for about a month or more. I should start consolidating and revising because i'm a seriously very lazy student. (you wouldn't want to know the details) My notes are scribbled with notes everywhere, what's my notebook for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel inclined towards Languages. &lt;i&gt;Bah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me work hard towards my University studies (economics = keezai  &lt;i&gt;uh wait i forgot&lt;/i&gt;), and also Nihon-go! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;There is always the motivation when i fantasize about touring in Japan someday, or seeing beloved Takuya Kimura and Kazunari Ninomiya in person AND be able to speak in Japanese to them. HAHAHA. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116508087246967123?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116508087246967123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116508087246967123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116508087246967123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116508087246967123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomorrows-my-last-japanese-elementary.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116497947439252095</id><published>2006-12-01T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:27:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I fidgeted with Photoshop (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YET again&lt;/span&gt;) just now. So YEY, new photos for my Friendster profile! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 405px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 273px; height: 404px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/9a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Photoshop! :D I need more pictures to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Miss Whiney, and so i'm going to go on and on&lt;/span&gt;. I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6-9PM PBF makeup lecture&lt;/span&gt; (YES, YOUR EYES ARE NOT PLAYING ANY TRICKS WITH YOU!) the coming Thursday evening. And i have PBF morning lecture from 9am-12.30pm. So i have about 5 hours to kill in between. I don't think I can skip that evening class since i can't crash any other lectures for this as my lecture is ahead of the other groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siewmay and I are planning to head to VivoCity for lunch (Anita, will you be freeee?) since there's a direct bus there and also to kill time. I like having direct buses to places! And then we'll head back to school for the evening lecture. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mountain turtle here declares that i haven't been there yet, all because i heard the crowd there is horrendous. Lets hope we'll head there on Thursday ... then i'll have more photos to edit! YEY :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours ++ of PBF for a day, it'll be exciting. hahahaha. And i think i'll reach home say, 10.30pm? Woah, damn exciting staying in school till so late. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got any mails regarding the Xmas cards!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116497947439252095?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116497947439252095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116497947439252095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116497947439252095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116497947439252095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116487712202038269</id><published>2006-11-30T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:58:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>december*</title><content type='html'>The &lt;b&gt;Christmas season&lt;/b&gt; is approaching, another year is coming to an end, &lt;i&gt;yet again&lt;/i&gt;. Just before we leave behind 2006 and look forward to 2007; let us make merry and celebrate Xmas with our happy selves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is directed to all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Who wants a Christmas card from me? (:&lt;/span&gt; (I don't mind card exchanges too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy! hahahaha. (unless i don't really know you luh, but then what are you doing here then? *GLARES*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going card shopping, aka christmas shopping soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't screen comments here, email me your address details to fadeless@gmail.com. Remember to leave a tag so i'll be able to look out for that email! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case any of you need my address, i can let you know via email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeyyy. Spread the love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116487712202038269?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116487712202038269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116487712202038269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116487712202038269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116487712202038269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/december.html' title='december*'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116487606039368910</id><published>2006-11-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:41:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone were the days.</title><content type='html'>Was supposed to post this yesterday, but somehow i forgot. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, i was reading Jia Qi's blog by randomly choosing a MM-YYYY archive to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be such a carefree bunch in JC1. &lt;i&gt;Gone were the days.&lt;/i&gt; I realised i didn't actually blog about ALL the outings we had (because i demand alot of details for my entries) and normally i wouldn't have the time to since we'll be out the whole day. :x And when there aren't pictures, i'll be lazy to blog. Once i get the pictures, it'll be far too long, and i'll be even lazier to write and post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's Jq's short entries for me to take note of some days when we celebrate this and that, go to this and that particular place and all the small random things in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled how the four of us (Myself, Wei Wen, Jia Qi and Candice) were almost &lt;b&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt; late for Chemistry tutorials in JC1. I think its because we'll always be in the toilet right before that. Then we'll be the last bunch of students rushing into class (or maybe we have very punctual classmates). Then Mr Sung will just look at us (i think he's super used to it already) and ask us to settle down. We'll normally be seated at the back row because of the latecoming. Then i remember how we either tend to not do Chemistry, or have many blanks in our tutorials because we don't really know what's going on sometimes (hahaha. blur+blur+blur+blur=blur^4) and thats why we'll always be praying hard at the back that Mr Sung wouldn't call us to answer the questions on the whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, or at least that was what had been going through my head during Chemistry tutorials :x)&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my Chemistry was always that screwed. hahahaha. Goodbye Science, you're kinda outta my life now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, we were so cute &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;These memories made me smile(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm at it, i'll like to thank all the beautiful people of my life. (: My dearest friends, thank you ALL. I wouldn't be me, if not for every single one of you.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116487606039368910?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116487606039368910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116487606039368910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116487606039368910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116487606039368910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/gone-were-days.html' title='gone were the days.'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116472044240816853</id><published>2006-11-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:27:22.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test's over.</title><content type='html'>I learnt something &lt;s&gt;new&lt;/s&gt; today. &lt;b&gt;Studying equates to not studying at all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i had early preparations for the test, i didn't actually finish studying. :/ I'm a HUGE HUGE HUGE Procrastinator. Managed to finish reading through 3 chapters of the Economics; but not enough time to attempt all the tutorial questions once through again. I was practicing the questions yesterday, and seeing how time was running out and how i spend 30-45 minutes on ONE question, i decided to look through and understand the tutorials instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;... and i didn't even finish reading.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the 30 minutes Economics test with 2 questions (he said to do Q1 and 2 and ignore Q3) today. I mean, c'mon, how different could Economics questions get? &lt;s&gt;Very different, sometimes&lt;/s&gt;) or maybe its just my wild imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blanked out, nearly totally, when the sheet of test paper was in front of me. Like suddenly i had zero knowledge in my head.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, laugh. :/ &lt;/span&gt;Time and time again, over and over again; it is always happening! (ever since the days in AMJAYSEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer didn't actually bother whether we chatted during the test (because our tests weren't even counted towards the finals - its a one-time examination to save/break us.) So, i was attempting the questions whilst the discussion with Siew May. HAHAHA. And i didn't thought about asking Anita cuz she seemed quite stressed before the test, it being her first Economics test (and for us, its already the -countless- Economics test, if we took JC Economics into consideration.) Actually, we didn't discuss much about the questions since we were both quite -blank-. Both of us studied, but somehow, that happened. The same thing happened for PBF the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like getting back both test papers. :| And that probably explains why i feel that it felt as though i didn't study at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another round of studying to make me realise how much i know, or rather, how much I DON'T KNOW. I need to make revision plans, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i've made a resolution to be a happier person, don't worry, i wouldn't brood over it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still grumble, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116472044240816853?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116472044240816853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116472044240816853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116472044240816853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116472044240816853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/tests-over.html' title='test&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116455967961861317</id><published>2006-11-27T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:48:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to be working on those questions in preparation for my Economics test this coming Tuesday, or watching the clash between the two big teams Manchester United and Chelsea on TV for fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did something more meaningful: catching up with an ex-colleague/friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time (probably 30 minutes or more) chatting with Miss Boon Bee on MSN. We started talking about things happening in GE, random things we did in GE, the people in GE etc. Its so fun to talk about all these memories. (very happy(: ones in fact!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that we do know &lt;i&gt;ALOT&lt;/i&gt; of people in GE Money (those who came, left or still working there). 6 months (+ 2 days for me) of work there; it's inevitable to have loads of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we joined the GE Friendster together today. YES, they have a Friendster for that! Hahahahahahahaha. (I know Miss Peh is still laughing. HAHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about every big or small little things there.(: Even someone (in which, we can't recall if we got the right name. hahahaha) we saw for only a couple of days, and all i remember was that he asked me to look after his ipod while he went somewhere. hahaha. (okay, what the hell you'll think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS THOSE DAYS IN GE MONEY.&lt;/b&gt; ): Memories!&lt;br /&gt;The very enjoyable working life i'll remember with the fun bunch of people.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope we'll have a gathering very very soon! :D YEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall catch some football. Apparently, MU scored a goal already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116455967961861317?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116455967961861317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116455967961861317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116455967961861317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116455967961861317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-supposed-to-be-working-on-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116445190520662769</id><published>2006-11-25T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:51:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was annoyed by a particular Seriously Annoying Guy (SAG. HAHAHA.)  in lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO &lt;/span&gt;tolerance for egoistic guys. His voice was equally annoying with that 'LISTEN TO ME, I'M THE BOSS' tone. (Its at times like these when my fist feels like flying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stats very easy one." &lt;/span&gt;- or so he&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; claims.&lt;/span&gt; Easy you still repeat this module?&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, but i'm mean like that.)&lt;br /&gt;and he made it sound as if he's super smart repeating this module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELLO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just easily annoyed. And thats why so many people appear on my imaginary 'hate list'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times i've rolled my eyes today. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update, just had to rant to the whole wide world (my version of www.) about how annoying some people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still halfway through my revision of Economics. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday is approaching!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116445190520662769?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116445190520662769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116445190520662769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116445190520662769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116445190520662769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-annoyed-by-particular-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116434742894681856</id><published>2006-11-24T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:52:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIRPORT IS LOVE.</title><content type='html'>Slept at 2.30am the day before, and i don't feel that tired yesterday. (Conclusion: DON'T SLEEP EARLY OR I'LL BE MORE TIRED THAN EVER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PBF lecture on Thursday. I seriously think i have problems understanding the lecturer. &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Its like, you know he knows ALOT of facts, but its very dry the way he puts across them. All i remember was his dry humour today about the market efficiency, and the story about someone being more efficient when he picks up $1 from the MRT track. -.- &lt;i&gt;High risk, high return. LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to revise, i'm damn damn damn confused. I CANNOT be lost in a banking and finance lecture, i'm majoring in Economics and &lt;b&gt;FINANCE&lt;/b&gt;! I think we chatted alot in the lecture, although we did pay attention. That sentence doesn't seem to flow, but anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went to make my payment for the SIM membership for next year at the admin office. Got the receipt to collect some free SIM diary, and some free book. Very lazy to go collect although its just located in some room in school. Will collect when i remember to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was choosing whether to study at the Pasir Ris Library, Downtown East Burger King or the Airport Burger King. And actually i've struck out Airport off the list because i was feeling lazy initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Where else does such beautiful greenery lies besides &lt;b&gt;THE AIRPORT&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;b&gt;I went to one of my favourite places. (:(: and so i'm a happy girl! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i haven't been there for long, and so that attraction brought me back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train after school from Clementi to Tanah Merah, and then switched train to the Changi Airport. I think i reached Airport before 2pm. Took the SkyTrain and &lt;i&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/i&gt; (i shall spare you the details), i got to Terminal 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to T1's Burger King (that place we used to go for mugging in my JC days too) and settled down for lunch, and later studied there. The only difference was that, I didn't have a company! Normally i'll be there studying with a few friends, but i was there &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;. (: GO ME! (For someone who doesn't like to be alone too much, it was a big accomplishment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't finish the big packet of fries. Felt damn full after the meal, or maybe because the appetite wasn't that big since i was alone for the day. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started studying after i finished my meal. There were a few groups of people studying at BK too, very likely University students since PSLE/Os/As are all over. Thank goodness i had my jacket cuz it was freezing in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you know i got bored when i started to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play with the leftover fries.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-entertainment. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting alone opposite my bag. And halfway through studying, my mp3 had no battery! It died on me while studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats in the T1 BK. &lt;i&gt;Genki, Hola, Yo!&lt;/i&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision in progress&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't say i completed alot. But at least i didn't waste my day away surfing online or stoning away at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude that the Airport will be the only few places i don't mind being alone. (: The ambience is good, and i like the environment there. I enjoy the solitude when i'm there; the &lt;i&gt;me-time&lt;/i&gt; to reflect in between the time when i'm studying. I should go there often, for studying, or simple &lt;i&gt;me-time&lt;/i&gt;. I'm finally able to accept doing things alone. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIRPORT LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds were so pretty in the evening when i was on my way home on bus 53. And so they deserve some pictures. I took them after i alighted from the bus near my home. The bus ride home was surprisingly fast, maybe 20 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/23112006/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116434742894681856?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116434742894681856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116434742894681856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116434742894681856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116434742894681856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/airport-is-love.html' title='AIRPORT IS LOVE.'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116419455706685435</id><published>2006-11-22T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:22:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody's studying, i'm TRYing to.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after an unproductive day of studying at home (read: staring at my notes and close to nothing going into my head), I was so pissed off with myself that i went to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping early these few days at 12.30am 2 days ago, and 12 midnight yesterday. (Considered very early for someone who doesn't go to bed before 1.30am or even later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on both occasions, i woke up even much more tired than the day before. Sleeping early doesn't work for me anymore. I don't know why i'm damn shagged. Very unlikely to be stress from school (I'm not!). But very likely to be a change in attitude, and personal expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i have higher expectations of myself towards schoolwork than before. (though everyone probably can hardly tell, but please remind me about consistency) Its a psychological thing, probably. Since i was not able to achieve my initial aim of making it into a local University (and hence, disappointing myself for a period of time - that emo period), i'll inevitably expect more from myself since i'm in a private one now. Its about .. &lt;i&gt;making the best out of what I have, and not looking into what i don't have.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Life's like that (:&lt;/b&gt; I believe somebody up there has got plans, for me; and everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test on Chapter 4-6 of Microeconomics the coming Tuesday, which is essentially part of JC-economics plus a higher level of thinking through the questions. It feels easy, but not that easy afterall when i look at the tutorial questions. And sometimes it gets tiring looking through things you've seen before for 2 years; that sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity is annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napped for nearly 2 hours in the late afternoon because my brain cannot work in the afternoon. I'm gearing myself for night studying today as i seem to study much much much better late into the night when i'm free from distractions. I hope i'll be much more productive with regards to revising today, or i should seriously consider studying at the library tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for regular studying buddy. &lt;i&gt;Anybody?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economics Economics Economics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116419455706685435?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116419455706685435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116419455706685435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116419455706685435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116419455706685435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/everybodys-studying-im-trying-to.html' title='everybody&apos;s studying, i&apos;m TRYing to.'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116410354470334578</id><published>2006-11-21T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:22:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been in the right mind to write much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a random note.&lt;br /&gt;According to the lecturer today, they're going to construct an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESCALATOR&lt;/span&gt; (or how many, i'm not very sure) in the blocked-out area near the atrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if that was meant to be a joke or ? If its a joke, then i'm w o l s. -_- But i highly doubt that its anything close to being a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got lifts in S-I-M already. What's with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ESCALATORS&lt;/span&gt;? *roll eyes* Does it take too much effort to walk a bit more? Somebody should start a healthy living/walking campaign! We shouldn't build these infrastructures to facilitate the progress of laziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, we're STUDENTS, still youngggg! Please compare our campus size to NUS/NTU!&lt;br /&gt;(*STARES*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i don't feel embarassed saying all that because i take the friendly stairs near the entrance whenever i'm in school. (: YEY, i love that stairs; probably because i think its a waste of time to walk to the lifts, and still having to WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't exercised since the Haze, which is nearly a month plus. It doesn't help that i've been bumming around alot, and that the weather is frigging hot in the afternoon, and then rains by the evening when i want to go for my jog. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm growing fatter by days when i stay at home too much because my brother will be eating away and then offers us food. If not, he'll ask my Dad to whip up supper every now and then cuz he's hungry, and he will definitely cook our share even though we said we don't want. -_- You wouldn't want to know how much i eat at home. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long entry unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;Time to read some Economics, i have a test next Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another random post: I appeared on Erina's MSN nick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/msn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px; height: 452px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/msn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. CLICK TO ENLARGE!&lt;br /&gt;and my MSN IS PURPLE! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116410354470334578?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116410354470334578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116410354470334578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116410354470334578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116410354470334578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/havent-been-in-right-mind-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_msn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116360523417312974</id><published>2006-11-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:40:34.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Napped for 2-3 hours in the late afternoon. Still am tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got updates about today, but am gonna do that when i'm free tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still in the process of doing my PBF tutorial for tomorrow's lecture/tutorial. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonathan!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBF is seriously one of the modules i'm having problems with! Even if i understand the lectures (sometimes), I'll have problems doing the tutorials. Somehow the concepts goes into my brain (with or without processing) and then disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; blogging when i have a PBF tutorial to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should plan my revision schedule soon. (: I don't want to lag behind, and consistency is the key to success! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LETS ALL BE MOTIVATED!&lt;/span&gt; (Siew May, Anita; are you all reading this? HAHA.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116360523417312974?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116360523417312974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116360523417312974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116360523417312974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116360523417312974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/napped-for-2-3-hours-in-late-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116351961294220951</id><published>2006-11-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:53:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the examinations period now.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all my beloved friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either taking their University semester examinations (some begin as early as tomorrow, to  some at the beginning of December)&lt;br /&gt;or currently taking their Alevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more weeks, and it'll soon be over! :D JIAYOU, gambatte ne~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, please remember to take care of all your health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there'll always be the activities you can do in December to look forward to! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116351961294220951?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116351961294220951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116351961294220951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116351961294220951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116351961294220951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-examinations-period-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116349628250179825</id><published>2006-11-14T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:25:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss Lee wants to join online sprees. -_- Am tempted to buy more tees online, AGAIN, because there are discounts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew May deserves a Star Award (红星大奖), Golden Horse Award (金马奖) or maybe even an Oscars for her good and natural performance today. :D &lt;i&gt;you-know-what-happened-lah. HEH.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i always have a friend in every stage of my school life who deserves an Oscars. (either damn drama, super &lt;i&gt;ai yen&lt;/i&gt;, or have the ability to act naturally.) These qualities, are what i don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. During the last 5 minutes of the lecture, the lecturer was contemplating whether to go through one more question from the tutorial. He said "I don't think i'll be able to finish it in 5 minutes, so never mind about it", then he thinks for a while, he walks over to the OverHead Projector wanting to go through some brief parts of the question; and then he thinks and said again "Maybe if i rush through i'll be able to finish it within 5 minutes" and so he walks over to his laptop. Only later, probably due to the 'students pressure' to be released earlier, he decided to release us. I guess it doesn't make sense unless you are there to witness what happened. Funny sight of an indecisive lecturer.  &lt;i&gt;ting ting ting!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention about the Lump-Sum Tax (lame) joke he once cracked? I thought it was quite funny at that instant. He was telling and reminding us that whenever there is anything related to Lump-Sum, we would need to make the curves converge. So he'll go "&lt;i&gt;If there's a lump, the curves should converge&lt;/i&gt;". Then somewhere in between his explanations, "&lt;i&gt;If there's a lump, must go to the doctor/hospital&lt;/i&gt;" -_- And the funniest thing was, HE DIDN'T LAUGH! (That is probably why he is always damn funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116349628250179825?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116349628250179825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116349628250179825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116349628250179825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116349628250179825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/miss-lee-wants-to-join-online-sprees.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116340678303577601</id><published>2006-11-13T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:33:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/random/13112006table001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/random/13112006table002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current state of my computer table in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasting music on iTunes whilst trying to do some work. Doing Math now, maybe some PBF later, and if time allows, revise some Economics! The table is in a messy messy mess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be very motivated now, since there's hardly anyone to talk to me online since all my NUS/NTU friends are busy mugging for their semester examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD LUCK TO ALL. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/random/13112006snacktime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm here now because i'm snacking on cornflakes + milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off i go, back to my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116340678303577601?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116340678303577601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116340678303577601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116340678303577601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116340678303577601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/current-state-of-my-computer-table-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116334811855854355</id><published>2006-11-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:15:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th of November 2006,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED TAKUYA KIMURA, 木村拓哉 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns 34 on this special day, but still as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT as EVER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 404px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/takuyakimura127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and he shares the same birthday as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHAWN YU WEN LE!&lt;/span&gt; (*coughs.) He turns 25 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe guys born in the month of November are all equally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nino is born in June! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for football. Arsenal vs Liverpool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116334811855854355?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116334811855854355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116334811855854355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116334811855854355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116334811855854355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-13th-of-november-2006-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_takuyakimura127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116334537132837442</id><published>2006-11-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:29:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatttttttt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;made adjustments to the timing of some examination papers for the GCE O and A levels on the 16th and 17th of this month. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/240915/1/.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no big issue. But i find that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116334537132837442?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116334537132837442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116334537132837442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116334537132837442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116334537132837442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/whatttttttt-made-adjustments-to-timing.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116334302009385871</id><published>2006-11-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:50:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, every single one of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116334302009385871?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116334302009385871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116334302009385871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116334302009385871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116334302009385871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116326144047818770</id><published>2006-11-12T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:10:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;8th November 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the morning made my day. :D (hahaha, i'm easily happy you see.) SHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we had our first Math 2 lecture. We had a change of venue, even the lecture hall is green in colour instead of the usual pink/grey we go to. The lecture group was surprisingly big which comprises many familiar faces from our Math 1 group, and many other new unfamiliar faces because apparently they combined two lecture groups for that lecture as they lack an extra slot for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to our 'usual seat', and then realised the people sitting a few rows in front and behind us were basically the same faces in Math 1. Goes to show how students love to stick to the same old seat all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Math 2 lecturer came. I couldn't understand what she was talking about &lt;b&gt;right from the start&lt;/b&gt;. She has this really strong Indian accent (not that it really matters) and the worst is, SHE MUMBLES and so her words were all jumbled together. And it doesn't help that her voice was equally sleep inducing. I thought i heard 'zero' as something else at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, throughout the whole lecture, i was either trying hard to decipher what she was talking about, or totally in screensaver mode. I swear i've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; been in a lecture where i couldn't understand what the lecturer was talking about the whole time so far. Its the extent where you'll just totally switch off cuz you either don't understand what she's talking about, or her boring voice turns you off totally. She can go on and on, on a particular point, for far too long, so it gets on my nerves, very much. The thing about middle-aged lady lecturer. &gt;_&lt; Oh, and she DOESN'T joke AT ALL. I need some humour in lectures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attending her lecture, i declare that she wins the most boring lecturer award, hands down! Even my PBF lecturer seems to be more interesting than her (though i deemed him boring at first) but at least he laughs at his own jokes, which is a pretty funny sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/random/08112006tictactoeinlecture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was the result of the Math 2 lecturer. One tic-tac-toe game between myself and Siew May cuz we were really bored. Self entertainment. We've been very attentive students since Day 1, this is just one of the exceptional lecture you see. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i understand the plight of my many friends who used to complain to me about this so-and-so lecturer cuz i'll be stuck in her lecture for another few months for Math 2! &lt;i&gt;Fantastic!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky that we got the funny lecturer for Math 1 (apparently easier module) and a superbly boring one for Math 2 (a higher difficulty module). Its no wonder we start comparing, and thus the drift. I hope i survive Math 2 understanding the concepts. The only consolation is that we didn't get the Math 2 lecturer for Math 1, or it'll be one whole semester stuck with her. (hahaha. so mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Math 1 lectures because Syed is super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to view my Math 2 lecturer in a different light in the next lecture. Should give her a chance and stop being biased due to the number of negative comments i've heard of her. I'LL TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Math 1, hello Math 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116326144047818770?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116326144047818770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116326144047818770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116326144047818770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116326144047818770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/8th-november-2006-something-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116308836942701839</id><published>2006-11-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:06:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LAYOUT</title><content type='html'>New layout featuring Kazunari Ninomiya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINO &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMENT COMMENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather simple layout, and the splendid issue is that -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i did it within a day!&lt;/span&gt; i spent the late afternoon and the night editing the pictures and coding the layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop is indeed addictive. I'm addicted to both blogging and Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116308836942701839?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116308836942701839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116308836942701839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116308836942701839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116308836942701839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-layout.html' title='NEW LAYOUT'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116307699677172605</id><published>2006-11-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:56:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The electricity supply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tripped&lt;/span&gt; just 5-10 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I AM ALONE AT HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click,&lt;br /&gt;Then i was stuck in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency call to Dad and then he guided me to push back the buttons in the electricity box. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i was done with whatever i was doing on Photoshop, or i'll @$@#%@#%!%!%$!. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it quite funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116307699677172605?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116307699677172605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116307699677172605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116307699677172605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116307699677172605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/electricity-supply-tripped-just-5-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116290468368060617</id><published>2006-11-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:04:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an upcoming test to prepare for, and so I rejected the temporary job back at GE for today when the agent, smsed me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THINK I SAID I HAVE A TEST TO PREPARE FOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i wasted my afternoon away sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been feeling damn shagged after working for a day last week. I think I'm one who can never mix work and studies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need more discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start posting what has been happening over the past few months, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;. SO MUCH TO UPDATE ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;Grace's Birthday celebration 30/09&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday post - Celebrations - 14/10 &amp; 16/10 &amp;amp; Thank You-s&lt;br /&gt;Meetup with Pei Ching 28/10&lt;br /&gt;Out with The Sister - Shopping, Movie &amp; Collection of new spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;01/11 Haircut!&lt;br /&gt;03/11 Emilyn's and Clare's Birthday celebrations&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; other random happenings in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start posting after my test on Thursday - a PBF TEST (just in case you don't know, Principles of Banking and Finance, is the most not-confident module out of the 4 modules i'm taking)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking forward to Math2 tomorrow (My first Math2 lecture; and apparently, i haven't heard positive comments of the lecturer so far. -.- I miss Math1 already.) My timetable is now Tues, Wed, Thurs and Sat (Wed instead of Fri now) from this week onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. I have a long weekend again! Friday all the way to Tuesday because Saturday Stats lecture is open for consultation, and so far i don't have any questions - and so no school this Saturday! :D I haven't got to sleep late on Saturday for soooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the agent that i'll be free half day on Thursday (after the test!) and Friday full day if they need temp, so that i might have a chance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something to do&lt;/span&gt; instead of wasting my time rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So await all the long posts! Hopefully i wouldn't be so lazy and start writing ... AFTER THURSDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL BE DISCIPLINED FOR THE NEXT FEW HOURS, AND TOMORROW, FOR MY UPCOMING PBF TEST ON THURSDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116290468368060617?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116290468368060617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116290468368060617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116290468368060617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116290468368060617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-upcoming-test-to-prepare-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116274076945696242</id><published>2006-11-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:32:49.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasted my whole day surfing randomly, watching youtube and playing with Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great job, Pei Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have a PBF test this coming week.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116274076945696242?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116274076945696242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116274076945696242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116274076945696242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116274076945696242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wasted-my-whole-day-surfing-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116266081062371671</id><published>2006-11-05T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:20:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>football!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool 2 - 0 Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both goals by the new young striker from Holland, Kuyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I just watched the full match. Its good to finally have Cable TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that'll mean more distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116266081062371671?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116266081062371671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116266081062371671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116266081062371671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116266081062371671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/football.html' title='football!'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116248133890218157</id><published>2006-11-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:28:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WENT TO WORK TODAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/02112006backtoGE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be one screen, now two!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent smsed me in the morning asking if i've got lessons today. My lessons ended at 12pm, and so i agreed to go back to the previous company i was working for 6 months, GE Money to temp for a day. Decided to go back since i'll have wasted my day off sitting in front of the computer at home anyways, so might as well sit in office. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an &lt;i&gt;on-call&lt;/i&gt; worker at GE. :D This is the second time i've been back to help out! Thats what they say when they saw me back there. Main purpose of calling me back was because 2 out of 3 of their data entry were on MC. I remembered loads of key things in the procedures of the data entry despite not doing it for about 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of money outflow and nothing inflow, i finally earned some buckeroos for a day albeit very little which will be gone in less than a week. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the kids' holidays to be over, and i can start tuition again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it feels good to go back. (:&lt;/span&gt; The sense of familiarity makes me feel very comfortable. Seeing and saying HI to the -insertnumber- of colleagues there was a great feeling. I feel so welcomed there somehow. (although the usual gang ain't around in the company anymore, but the memories of every little things we did together remains in my head :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should propose to do my internship in GE. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable 6 months in GE Money. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116248133890218157?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116248133890218157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116248133890218157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116248133890218157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116248133890218157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-to-work-today_02.html' title='I WENT TO WORK TODAY!!'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_02112006backtoGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116219092722378970</id><published>2006-10-30T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:48:47.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU POKE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the feel of the ease of using Photoshop now!&lt;br /&gt;Project Friendster Photos revamp in the process. Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116219092722378970?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116219092722378970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116219092722378970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116219092722378970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116219092722378970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-poke-d-im-enjoying-feel-of_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116196755482894137</id><published>2006-10-28T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:46:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the freedom (not having to censor anything; be it innermost thoughts, eyecandies squees etc.) i have when i write privately, and hence, probably the lack of updates in here.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (YES I'VE GOT FRIENDS ASKING ME TO WRITE ALREADY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/random/notesdelivery002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehh. my post-it note to Siew May cuz she missed the PBF lesson on Thursday, together with the stack of notes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to lug a heavy bag to school today cuz i'm the notes delivery lady. -_- Delivered Siew May's PBF notes, and Dennis longlongago Stats notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to the library after school and found a seat in those individual 'cubicles'. I like those seats, and i think SIM library is VERY conducive for studying; i just feel like doing work once i find a seat there! :D Was listening to my music and then working on my Math tutorial. Took forever to solve one bloody long question on Lagrange multiplier, but am glad i managed to solve it! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In other news, i got my SIM membership card recently, FINALLY. MEH, the picture is really ugly though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back in the library to do work cuz i was meeting Wei Wen at Jurong Point at 2.45-3pm for lunch! (It was planned online at 1.30am when i was just about to go to sleep yesterday; but i didn't sleep even until 2.30am!) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing my work for quite some time, i left the library at 2.05pm. And that was the start to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad day&lt;/span&gt;, although everything else was fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN SUMMARY: Took the right bus, wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 154 (cuz i remember seeing the bus guide and it goes to Boon Lay Interchange, and how i remember some friend of mine took the bus too) outside SIM, &lt;i&gt;thinking and assuming&lt;/i&gt; that it'll go to Boon Lay. And whatthehell, they didn't have the guide at the stop outside SIM so i couldn't double-check. It was a non-aircon bus so my hair was in a complete mess, but it doesn't matter cuz i love the natural wind. But anyways, there's not the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i &lt;i&gt;happily&lt;/i&gt; took the bus, and then i kept looking out on the place it was heading. I thought i could have taken the wrong bus when i saw the bus heading towards the 'City' sign, but i thought otherwise (slap me!) since some buses loves to go roundabout before heading back to the West. And so, i didn't think much about that. The bus went past Toa Payoh too, and i didn't doubt anything. You know what, i STARTED to realise that it could well be heading the wrong way when i saw the PIE (Changi Airport) signs, and that i was somewhere in Thomson Road, and i know its completely WRONG already when i was so near to the East. I panicked and quickly alighted at Macpherson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(YESSSSSS SOMEBODY PLEASE SLAP ME I'M SO SLOW!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meeting Wei Wen at Boon Lay (which is hello the far end of the West) and i only realised it when i was somewhere in the East, Macpherson, like say 30 minutes later. If i didn't noticed, i could have ended up at Eunos Interchange. *CLAPS* Somebody should seriously award me with the blurqueen title, i deserve it so much. thankyouverymuch. I was so pissed with myself! So blur, so direction blind, so stupid! AHHHHH, i swear there wouldn't be anyone as blur as me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed the overhead bridge and it was raining heavily. Argh, so pissed that i took the wrong bus, and it had to rain to add to the mood! Luckily, the bus came soon after. Just in case my bad day ended worst, i asked the bus driver if the bus goes to Boon Lay before i boarded the bus. I took the bus 154 back, and yes it passed by SIM again, then I decided not to take the bus to Boon Lay since it would take forever and i was already late. Alighted at Clementi MRT (back to squareone :|) and took the train to Boon Lay instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just take the train to everywhere next time, at least i wouldn't take the wrong train; i'm just not that familiar with buses. *STABS SELF* Or i shall do what i normally would do (and stop acting smart. hahahaha) and check the SBS guide wherever i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be earlier since Wei Wen's lessons ended only at 2.30pm, but in the end i reached Boon Lay only at 3.45pm! Sorry to have kept you waiting Ww! To think i was telling her that i could estimate the time that it takes for me to travel from SIM to Boon Lay via a bus, then i could visit her often. -_- Next time i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yey, so actually SIM is quite accessible to NUS (15-20 minutes bus ride via 151), NTU (not really, but bus 154 goes to Boon Lay), and even SMU (bus 61 goes to Bugis area). Okay, so date me people! I need studying buddies! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such &lt;i&gt;EXCITING&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;THRILLING&lt;/i&gt; bus ride(s), i FINALLY reached Boon Lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, so i met up with Wei Wen &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt; (I realised i meet her so often. LOL.) Had late lunch with her (partially my fault -.-) at KFC. I ate Zinger Burger again! Then it was the random catching up again, &lt;b&gt;WE MENTIONED YOU JIAQI&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you're jealous that Wei Wen dated me out. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;) And then we walked in  Jurong Point before Wei Wen had to head back to school for her classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i headed home from Boon Lay. Far end of West to the far end of East! Actually its quite fun taking such long train rides (yessss i'm crazy. I was even saying that i wouldn't mind travelling there everyday if i got into NTU.) I was planted to my seat, listening to my music, and i took out my Math to do along the way too. With these things around, it doesn't feel that far! If all fails, there's always people watching to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i've said long time ago, i should meet up individual friends for lunch/dinner (then i'll take photos and do a collage!) and i'll be able to catch up with their lives individually. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one we took [using my relatively new Motorola V3; its not a choice because i personally don't really like Hellomoto! phones (but i'm enjoying the flip-phone feel), my good old Sony Ericsson phone buttons were pretty cranky, and my sister changed her mobile, and so i took over the ownership of V3 a few months ago.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/Mobile%20pictures/27102006/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. To add to the bad bad day, i happened to be right smack in front of two Public Display of Affection aka PDA in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was in the PACKED bus in the morning. (argh! why must they arrange the Poly and University timetable in the same timings?!) If you want the definition of packed, i was super near to the ezlink card reader, and it was 184 which is the extended-long bus, and alot of students couldn't get on the bus too. Anyways, this couple was standing at the pole beside me. The guy was on the steps while the girl was beside me, in front of the card reader. Despite the crowd and all, the guy was constantly kissing the girl's ears, in PUBLIC, in a DAMN PACKED BUS! I don't care if you do it secretly, but please don't do it in front of me; I get super disgusted. So i had to pretend to not see anything but puking inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was on the bus home. This couple was seated right across me (you know, those face-to-face seats), and when one of them was about to alight, they kissed for quite long right in front of me, not once, but a few times! I tried pretending not to see again, but they were right smack in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with everybody parading their love in front of everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done with the day's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy cuz the JC clique just had a good MSN conversation (albeit short) like the good old times. We still &lt;i&gt;suan&lt;/i&gt; Jia Qi just as much. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116196755482894137?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116196755482894137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116196755482894137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116196755482894137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116196755482894137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-like-freedom-not-having-to-censor.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116186116394897415</id><published>2006-10-26T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:12:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The blogger is alive, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to write my birthday post, though you know I MUST cuz i've got LOADS of people to thank. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was craving for the Subway cookie just now. (Ahhh. And i thought of my days in GE suddenly because i had my first subway meal with the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laoren &amp;amp; babes gang&lt;/span&gt; back in the working days.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116186116394897415?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116186116394897415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116186116394897415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116186116394897415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116186116394897415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogger-is-alive-somewhat.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116160068050939202</id><published>2006-10-23T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:53:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picspam alert</title><content type='html'>just because,&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt; deserves more love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 217px; height: 323px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/kazunarininomiya078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm in love with guys in formal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116160068050939202?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116160068050939202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116160068050939202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116160068050939202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116160068050939202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/picspam-alert.html' title='picspam alert'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_kazunarininomiya078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116153066435139629</id><published>2006-10-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:24:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a sudden craving for many food, though you know i should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; since i just slightly recovered from that fever+flu+sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lee is currently very hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116153066435139629?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116153066435139629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116153066435139629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116153066435139629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116153066435139629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-sudden-craving-for-many-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116132970641841896</id><published>2006-10-20T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:35:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling so sick, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very very sick&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I think i looked totally like a walking zombie in school today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my friends agreed to this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is hurting. My nose is irritated. And i can see the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; miss-lee-falls-sick&lt;/span&gt; symptoms again, the next will be the fever before i start recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; fall sick when a short holiday approaches?! I have no lessons from Saturday till next Thursday (!!) because tomorrow's Deepavali and Tuesday's Hari Raya Puasa (and as usual, i don't have lessons on Mondays and Wednesdays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was supposed to be a short break for me. And i have kinda planned on revising all my modules with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rather long&lt;/span&gt; break. Am hardly online these days (running out of things to do i guess) and the shows on TV are so not interesting; so notes and books, together with music will be my best friends since its rather addictive when you start getting the sums right. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, i have to be a sick person for the next few days, what an absolute waste of time!&lt;br /&gt; ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the reason why i'm sick has got to do with the haze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the haze just go away? Can't stand breathing in such polluted air; eyes, nose and throat are equally irritated and it doesn't help that i've been disgusted with my face condition lately. And i haven't been out exercising for weeks because of the bad haze. ): Got to get back my momentum once the weather is better, hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh. Shall go take some medicine and then sleeeeeeeep. Hopefully i'll feel better by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116132970641841896?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116132970641841896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116132970641841896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116132970641841896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116132970641841896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-feeling-so-sick-very-very-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116106376447541367</id><published>2006-10-17T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:42:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from the school library! (although i'm damn paranoid that the eyes around me will be watching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the computer for nearly an hour now. I'm randomly searching through photoshop tutorials. Heading off to maybe grab a bite (I'M HUNGRY) but i've no company for lunch and I feel stupid lunching alone and the school food ain't appetising neither. Pop by Popular to see if i need stationeries, before i head back to the library here again to revise some Economics. &lt;strong&gt;YES, MISS LEE STUDYING.&lt;/strong&gt; Meeting Cherie at NUS at 4pm to teach her some Photoshop, though i can be pretty clueless on it at times. (Maybe i might just skip lunch and snack at NUS later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116106376447541367?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116106376447541367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116106376447541367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116106376447541367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116106376447541367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-blogging-from-school-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116097054168894987</id><published>2006-10-16T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:49:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full post + Thank You's, &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt; (I'm writing slowly, because i don't want to forget any details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/b&gt; to Zhi Hui too, my &lt;i&gt;tong nian tong yue tong ri shen&lt;/i&gt; friend, and also Mei Xuan who shares the same birthdate but one year younger than the both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116097054168894987?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116097054168894987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116097054168894987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116097054168894987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116097054168894987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me-full-post-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116091966044595419</id><published>2006-10-15T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:41:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends had an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advanced&lt;/span&gt; birthday celebration for me yesterday. Thanks for the gift, and also the treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Cherie, Clarissa, Clare, Emilyn and Shaline (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shall give a full update once i receive the pictures from them! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for the gift too Pei Ching. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll be meeting the girls tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm happy. (:(:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not even officially older, yet. Few more hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Here's the shoutout to the October babies over the last few days. (although its very likely most of them wouldn't see this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th - Say Hwee, 8th - Huda, 9th - Han Zhong, 10th - Magan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; Grace Ng :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116091966044595419?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116091966044595419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116091966044595419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116091966044595419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116091966044595419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-friends-had-advanced-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116073648371848006</id><published>2006-10-13T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:48:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07092006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Wen's Birthday Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loads and loads of details, and i need to drop some details for public viewing. you should know where to read if you know me. ((: I'll post the main points and pictures here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days before that, i located Wei Wen's friend, Cai Rong on Friendster (because i knew she is in NTU too) and asked her for Wei Wen's hostel block and details. Wei Wen NEVER told us her hostel location before, and we wanted to surprise her, so it would be too direct to ask her days before her birthday! Pretty unlikely for her friend to be reading this, but i'll like to say &lt;b&gt;Thank You&lt;/b&gt; once again, i think our plan wouldn't be possible without this critical detail. Though i could contact Ww's roommate, i didn't message her cuz I was paranoid that Ww will happen to be looking at her laptop and see the message accidentally. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7th September 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created the "fake impression" (&lt;i&gt;jia xiang&lt;/i&gt;) that i was still at home by going online in the morning, and also blogging at around 12. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to meet Wei Wen at 4.30pm at Boon Lay MRT to celebrate her birthday at Jurong Point. (LOL, we were so evilllll by not letting her out of Jurong.) You all probably wouldn't notice but the meetup time has been carefully planned so that she'll still be in hostel when we go down at some time after her lessons which ends at 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, i rushed down to Boon Lay with all that i was carrying. Was supposed to meet Jia Qi at 2.45pm but i reached only at like 3pm. :| &lt;i&gt;Sorry!&lt;/i&gt; Then, off we went to the bus interchange and we took 199 to NTU. I swear we must have looked like tourists because i was holding onto this piece of paper where i wrote down the SBS 199 route (i took it off the SBS website) so that we'll know where to alight since NTU is such a bloody huge place. We thought we alighted at the wrong bus-stop initially, but thank goodness it was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've got to complain ... GUYS' HALL SO SMELLY!!! we nearly died from the stinkiness of their clothes hanging outside their rooms because we had to endure the smell and then quicken our pace to leave that hall because the whole place is connected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to find our way to her specific hall and block, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO US!&lt;/span&gt; :P Its amazing how we could find it in a short time judging from how it was the FIRST TIME we went to any NTU hall. hahaha. Oh and NTU is full of stairs, so freaking tiring to carry all that stuffs and take the stairs everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Qi and I tried to make it as &lt;i&gt;shh-shh&lt;/i&gt; as possible and started packing the things onto the trolley and put it at her doorstep. After we were done, Jia Qi ran to give a &lt;b&gt;LOUD KNOCK&lt;/b&gt; on her door and we ran to hide in the neighbouring doorstep. I nearly bursted out laughing upon hearing the loud knock.The reason Jia Qi gave for the loud knock was because Wei Wen was blasting loud music in her room, and she was afraid that she couldn't hear. hahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we heard the sound of the door opening. I think Wei Wen must have been taken aback by why there wasn't anybody after the knock, and there was something outside her room. She looked around the corridor and then we popped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very carefully planned surprise, and it was a success cuz she really didn't expect our presence at her hostel! :D Yey three cheers to the success! I liked how this birthday surprise turned out, although it was an advanced birthday celebration since her birthday is on the 10th. I hope she was very touched by our surprise! (I went to Boon Lay all the way from Pasir Ris, at least Jia Qi went from school ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/001.jpg" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Wen and the present at her doorstep (Don't mind the slippers...)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of getting things from town few days before, and also on the day itself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/034.jpg" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gift for Wei Wen!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the receipt looks pretty convincing? I wrote that! And Wei Wen really thought that its a REAL receipt when i put it in the Kino bag because she left it alone until i reminded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked around her room (yessss, we're damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypoh&lt;/span&gt;. But thats what you get when you have two non-hostel-staying friends), the cameras just had to be made full used of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/002.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot using timer!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/010.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/011.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Birthday Girl | Jia Qi and I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attempts to take self-taken group pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/015.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To signify that we were in Ww's hostel room... (notice the pictures at the back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/016.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we left her hostel for dinner at Cityhall (Hmm, Jurong Point was meant to be a joke.) A long bus ride, long train ride before we arrived there. We did loads of catching up in her hostel, on the bus out of NTU, and also on the train to Cityhall. And more went on over dinner. Girls will forever never run of things to chat about, &lt;i&gt;the gossip queens in us will show once we're together!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was about 5pm or so when we reached Central area. So, we settled down for dinner at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/021.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Cafe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/019.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/020.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Qi | Me, Wei Wen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YEY FOOD POST!!)&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we ordered (though they actually looked alike in all these pictures and i can't actually identify which is which):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/023.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/024.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/025.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Baked Rice with Chicken Chop, Cheese Baked Rice with Pork Chop and Cheese Baked Pork Chop Spaghetti&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/022.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ww's Ice Hong Kong Milk Tea&lt;br /&gt;(I conclude i'm still not a Tea-person)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so freaky as to remember all the names, its just that i kept the receipt (i have a load of receipts sitting at home :D).I was the only one who ate Spaghetti because i can never conquer cheesy food well, let alone cheesy with rice. Probably because its a rather chinese dish, and it wasn't very cheesy, i managed to finish my food! I realised i can never take western cheesy pasta too much, though i can eat quite alot of cheesy pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a good few hours eating and chatting in there. After we left, one of the staff from the cafe ran out to us cuz Wei Wen left her camera in there! Oh man, if she didn't pass it to her, i wouldn't be able to write this picture post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/030.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The must-have mirror shot whenever we meetup!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Qi left soon after. She never fails to be the first to leave whenever we meet up. Walked around Marina Square with Wei Wen for a short while before i headed home, while she headed for hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I realised I'm not very good at describing surprises. You just have to be there to feel/see what happened!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a very late post, but anyways, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY WEI WEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As you've predicted, i wouldn't write the entry until say 1 month after that event has taken place. HAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116073648371848006?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116073648371848006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116073648371848006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116073648371848006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116073648371848006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/07092006.html' title='07092006'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/07092006/th_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116047525515366189</id><published>2006-10-10T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:17:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of pretty boys</title><content type='html'>Did i &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; mention that i &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; guys in formal? Just because they look damnnnn good and smart in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 233px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/takuyakimura133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 151px; height: 203px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/kazunarininomiya041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Takuya and Nino.&lt;br /&gt;(:(: JAPANESE BOYS LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just spent the afternoon looking at their pictures, and i'm still looking at them. Somebody shooooooot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116047525515366189?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116047525515366189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116047525515366189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116047525515366189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116047525515366189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-pretty-boys.html' title='of pretty boys'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_takuyakimura133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116040553428274222</id><published>2006-10-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:52:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A rush of memories to my head.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm feeling nostalgic after looking through Pei Ying's pictures post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things good i'll want to remember for life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time for me to post pictures of people close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a rewinding tape all the time. No matter how much i move forward even with the fast forward button, i'll somehow take a step back and rewind, and then there will be a flashback of the past and sometimes, everything from the past will start repeating itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116040553428274222?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116040553428274222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116040553428274222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116040553428274222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116040553428274222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/rush-of-memories-to-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116028494981846237</id><published>2006-10-08T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:22:29.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We need to figure out what we actually want in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not go on living life not knowing, or not bothering to know. Ignorance may not necessarily be bliss sometimes, especially when you know you're growing old every second, minute and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to make our lives more meaningful, live each day to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've only got ONCE to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i write the above? I have no idea myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116028494981846237?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116028494981846237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116028494981846237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116028494981846237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116028494981846237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-need-to-figure-out-what-we-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-116005489092652655</id><published>2006-10-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:28:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooncakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-116005489092652655?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/116005489092652655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=116005489092652655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116005489092652655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/116005489092652655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-mid-autumn-festival-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115988971725401612</id><published>2006-10-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:35:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd of October:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mr forever-Backstreet Boy, Kevin Scott Richardson. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to flip to the official &lt;a href="www.backstreetboys.com"&gt;backstreetboys.com&lt;/a&gt; website only to see 4 microphones appear with the "COMING SOON.." together with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115988971725401612?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115988971725401612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115988971725401612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115988971725401612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115988971725401612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/3rd-of-october-happy-birthday-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115976548915684985</id><published>2006-10-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T13:04:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you don't need to put in a single cent. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOUR PART&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;www.lightamillioncandles.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been increasingly sleepy these days, no matter how much or how little i sleep. It feels like mental exhaustion, from what, I'll like to know too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the haze looks pretty bad. Its a blur when i look out of the windows to afar. And then the smell is terrible, imagine breathing in the smell of burnt things in each breath. I feel so unhealthy breathing the not-fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do some studying and work. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115976548915684985?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115976548915684985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115976548915684985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115976548915684985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115976548915684985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-dont-need-to-put-in-single-cent.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115971204685671734</id><published>2006-10-01T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:14:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to write about something, and then i suddenly forgot what i was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its first of October (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wheeeee finally!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHILDRENS' DAY EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Karmun &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sakinah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115971204685671734?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115971204685671734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115971204685671734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115971204685671734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115971204685671734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-going-to-write-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115963915036109279</id><published>2006-10-01T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:59:13.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can get &lt;b&gt;super high&lt;/b&gt; looking at pictures/scans of Japanese pretty boys, watching MVs, listening to their music and laughing over their variety shows. YES, AT THIS TIME. (sounds wrong, hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Japanese in general (of course, boys and guys with muchmorelove). &lt;i&gt;Why are they so pretty or good-looking?&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking at a bunch of ARASHI stuffs online. (: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINO IS LOVE!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnPw1yhJjtI"&gt;Aozora Pedal&lt;/a&gt; (CLICK TO WATCH THE MV!) after putting it on repeat a few times. And &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4qiV1mCYwE"&gt;THIS IS JUST SUPERBLY FUNNY&lt;/a&gt; (Click! There's English Subtitles for this!)&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it funnier if you know the Ohno and Nino love. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's SMAP. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIMURA IS LOVE!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't go on about the number of Japanese obsessions i have or everybody will think i'm boy-crazy. And its funny how my obsession switches and is an on-off thing; too many people to be preoccupied with at different periods of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll like to know the answer to &lt;i&gt;WHY JAPANESE?&lt;/i&gt; sometimes too. Maybe its just that i don't fancy China/Taiwan/Korean idols that much. How very vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This reminds me of the conversations between myself and Siew May where we'll compare Japan vs Korea, I'm taking up Japanese and she's taking up Korean; and how our idols happens to be from two different countries and how we don't really like the other country as much XP. I think it'll go on forever. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AHHH. I STILL HAVE SO MANY OUTSTANDING POSTS! SO MANY THINGS TO TALK ABOUT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just fly to Japan someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115963915036109279?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115963915036109279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115963915036109279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115963915036109279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115963915036109279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-can-get-super-high-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115945939844714748</id><published>2006-09-28T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:03:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been laughing unnecessarily these days. Over funny and not so funny, and probably not-funny-at-all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i never knew what's wrong, as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt;, don't make it bad&lt;br /&gt;take a sad song and make it better&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start to make it better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back At One&lt;/span&gt; keeps playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so into oldies these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115945939844714748?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115945939844714748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115945939844714748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115945939844714748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115945939844714748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/pointless-entry_28.html' title='pointless entry'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115945934843699284</id><published>2006-09-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:02:28.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been laughing unnecessarily these days. Over funny and not so funny, and probably not-funny-at-all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i never knew what's wrong, as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude&lt;/span&gt;, don't make it bad&lt;br /&gt;take a sad song and make it better&lt;br /&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Then you can start to make it better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back At One&lt;/span&gt; keeps playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so into oldies these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115945934843699284?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115945934843699284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115945934843699284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115945934843699284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115945934843699284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/pointless-entry.html' title='pointless entry'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115936305373185829</id><published>2006-09-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:17:38.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 165px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/singaporeidol002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE SINGAPORE IDOL: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HADY MIRZA&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched both the performances and also the results show. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 154px; height: 232px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/singaporeidol001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performances-wise, i'll say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hady Mirza&lt;/span&gt; for he is stronger vocally, and his voice sounds really polished. Also, i think his vocal range allows for more genre of songs. He has got this  friendly boy-next-door look that i believe, it'll be difficult to find anyone who doesn't like him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sounded really good when he sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through The Fire&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Give Me Wings&lt;/span&gt;, loads of emotions and yep, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jonathan, I thought he didn't do as well as i've expected in the finals. Uhh, maybe it didn't appeal to me that much because of his cool-cool hardly-smile face, and his low and deep vocals that made his songs sounded a tad boring and errrr... sad? With his deep voice, there's limited kind of songs he can venture into ... like happy songs might sound too solemn and serious if he's the one attempting it. All that aside, gotta admit Jonathan got the X-factor, and he's charismatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each their own strong points. (: At least i like both finalists, unlike last year where i was completely turned off by Sly. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the season's over. I cannot believe i watched the entire season (and probably hardly missed any episodes!). From the auditions where on one of the days, Paul rolled on the floor, then their group performances during the next round of auditions, then the top 20, Piano show, Spectaculars, and then the finals. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the finals result show, woo ... we got to see our FIRST Singapore IdolTaufik Batisah perform! (he sang I Dream with Jon and Hady, but i still think he sounded better with that song in comparison! Or maybe its just the feel), we got to see the top 10 contestants perform again (Paul &lt; 3), there was ENERGY too (and i was complaining in front of the TV why they sang a Chinese song on a Channel 5 show, and later they sang Stand By Me with Jon and Hady. hahaha.) but there was Ah Di to look at, Electrico and Tanya Chua performed with the two finalists too, and then there was Rahimah Rahim who sang with the top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yey, Hady's the season 2 Singapore Idol, following Taufik Batisah; and i happen to like both (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115936305373185829?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115936305373185829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115936305373185829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115936305373185829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115936305373185829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/singapore-idol-hady-mirza-_115936305373185829.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_singaporeidol002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115928515622896399</id><published>2006-09-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:39:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the 26th September,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to Michelle Ngiam! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to Ling Ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too shagged to write about anything. I was up since 7am and i got home say around 10pm. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I shall just rest myself before i write something tomorrow, or the day after, or yah, SOMEDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115928515622896399?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115928515622896399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115928515622896399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115928515622896399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115928515622896399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-26th-september-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115915801262314931</id><published>2006-09-25T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:20:15.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hady. Jonathan. Hady. Jonathan. Hady. Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY Singapore Idol: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hady Mirza&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: I liked his rendition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through The Fire&lt;/span&gt; and i thought he had a better interpretation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Give Me Wings&lt;/span&gt;. I like his voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody got the songs must send me kays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results tonight. We shall see. ((: I wouldn't mind any of them getting the name of Singapore Idol actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115915801262314931?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115915801262314931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115915801262314931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115915801262314931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115915801262314931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/hady.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115894194726536274</id><published>2006-09-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:19:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its now 23rd September 2006 since its past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to Grace Lim and Boon Bee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey. Just sent them an sms and testimonial each separately; and also wished Bb through MSN since she's online. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Enjoy your last TEEN year girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115894194726536274?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115894194726536274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115894194726536274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115894194726536274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115894194726536274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-now-23rd-september-2006-since-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115893419982272749</id><published>2006-09-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:09:59.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(k, its not supposed to make sense anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling that i've been increasingly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superficial&lt;/span&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the same anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115893419982272749?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115893419982272749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115893419982272749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115893419982272749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115893419982272749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/lifes-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115873732393866574</id><published>2006-09-20T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:31:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 428px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/msnlist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey. After procrastinating since &lt;i&gt;i-don't-remember-when&lt;/i&gt;, I finally got down to sorting out my contact list! Added some friends who were not in my list (HUH? like, surprisingly), added some ex-classmates whom i haven't chatted for a long time; basically i added friends whom i know i'll have something to talk about and worth adding etc. Funny how the people from my other contact list (of which, the other account that i didn't use anymore since longlongago) didn't bother to look for me in this account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i also deleted some random people on my list cuz i have no idea how they ended up in my MSN list. I know i sound anti-social, but i deleted some JC OG mates just because we don't say Hi nor talk anymore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some outstanding people I want to add. Its either i lost their email addresses, or i don't have it at all. Shall get it from my other friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rearrangement for MSN list DONE, i still have my desktop folders and my bookmarks to rearrange. And there's the mess in my study room. :| But as you can sense it coming, i'm now too lazy after doing one. &lt;i&gt;Another day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115873732393866574?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115873732393866574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115873732393866574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115873732393866574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115873732393866574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/yey.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_msnlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115867934939498988</id><published>2006-09-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:22:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to rearrange my main folder on my desktop, its getting messy! (and its time to burn the pictures into CDs before i lose it again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a need for me to rearrange my MSN list. Some friends/classmates seems to be missing from it somehow (ever since i stopped using the other account, i didn't bother adding them back) and some random people are on the list, i don't even talk to some of them. Grouping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i need to rearrange my truckload of old notes everywhere. Some packing needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REVAMP REVAMP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do them tomorrow, since i don't have lessons. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like reading some notes (HAHA), shall go read some sleep inducing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to my life, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115867934939498988?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115867934939498988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115867934939498988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115867934939498988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115867934939498988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-to-rearrange-my-main-folder-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115856644442106515</id><published>2006-09-18T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:00:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am listening to Jay's and David Tao's newest albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer David Tao's music somehow. (am suddenly reminded of the TaoJiJi joke that we once talked about in JC. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or i feel that Jay Chou didn't mumble as much as his previous albums for his Newest songs? (or maybe its just that song he sang with Fei Yu Qing ..) I could hear him with his words better now, very unlike him, or it could be that i'm blasting it pretty loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blasting music and doing my work in front of the PC. If only i have a laptop to carry it with me wherever i go. Although i have thousand over songs on iTunes, i don't mind if you all send me more through MSN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only we could go back to the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115856644442106515?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115856644442106515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115856644442106515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115856644442106515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115856644442106515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-listening-to-jays-and-david-taos.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115851661218863141</id><published>2006-09-18T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T02:10:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to be awake at this unearthly hour because i can do work - at least read through some notes. I feel awake from 11.30pm and beyond. -_- Weird body clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I can hardly concentrate and do work in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the peace and silence late into the night. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115851661218863141?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115851661218863141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115851661218863141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115851661218863141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115851661218863141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-like-to-be-awake-at-this-unearthly.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115849959643971184</id><published>2006-09-17T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:30:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had STEAMBOAT with the Family at home yesterday. YUMMY YUM YUM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was flipping through random photo albums with the family yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SO WANNA GO TO JAPAN.&lt;/span&gt; (like, NOW!) Approximately 25 (or more) years before, Japan was already soooooooo pretty, or at least thats what i saw from the pictures my Dad took. My Dad got to know a few Japanese friends (but the sad thing is, they lost contact!) and he took pictures with their adorable kids! They've really got chubby red cheeks that makes them look really cute! I think they're 20-30 plus by now, imagine if my Dad still kept in contact with his friends .. i might have gotten to know a few Japanese in real life! (I should post their pictures up someday, who knows ... they could be some superstar in Japan now. hahaha) :D &lt;s&gt;Okay PW, stop dreaming lah, they can't be Takuya Kimura or any other popular idol.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw my pictures when i was 1 year old or older. HAHAHA. you wouldn't believe this, I WAS SO SO SO SO SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;! (not to forget, VERY adorable. LOL.) &lt;s&gt;What happened to me now?!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing at how i used to look like. -_- But there's seriously this period where i was superfat, looked like i had layers of clothes on me ... and i couldn't see my NECK! I wonder what my mom fed me. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been fantastic for sleeping. Sleep late, wake up late. SHIOK AH. (: I even took an afternoon nap just before dinner today. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Japanese lessons today. First Stage II lesson. (: I'm superbly confused by everything. :| I've never been one with good language ability, so now learning a foreign language is an even tougher job! I've decided to bring my Jap materials to school everyday so i could read them on the train (YAH YAH, then got irritating people who'll stare at me and my notes like i'm some funny person -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/changeofschedule.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/changeofschedule.gif" height="300" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. Make-up lecture at 6-9pm?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115849959643971184?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115849959643971184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115849959643971184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115849959643971184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115849959643971184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-steamboat-with-family-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_changeofschedule.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115838870793478586</id><published>2006-09-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:38:28.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lazy to write my long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I heard that the NUS/NTU students are having a one week holidays from the 25th September week RIGHT? Haha ... yah, finally all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your turns&lt;/span&gt;. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets meetup for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; sessions!! Mug together, so i'll have greater motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIRPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, please? (:&lt;br /&gt;I miss that place we used to spend our time at. Studying or chilling out. Haven't been there for a LONG LONG LONG LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can meet you all straight at the airport after school on the week of all your holidays! :D&lt;br /&gt;YES &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEI WEN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIAQI&lt;/span&gt;, are you all reading this?! (and maybe we can drag Grace and Candice along to study together!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually miss eating Ban Mian, Burger King, Sakae Sushi or Fish &amp;amp; Co there.&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/31532677-115838870793478586?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115838870793478586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115838870793478586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115838870793478586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115838870793478586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/lazy-to-write-my-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115831049578765581</id><published>2006-09-15T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:54:55.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got loads to write about, especially this week in school in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write that if i have time later. Got to go for tuition now. kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEY NO LESSONS TOMORROW!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115831049578765581?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115831049578765581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115831049578765581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115831049578765581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115831049578765581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-got-loads-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115823252067562115</id><published>2006-09-14T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:29:29.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i don't check my mobile, there'll be a flood of messages.&lt;br /&gt;And when i do, there wouldn't be any new messages in the inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've got so many overdue posts to do. (okay, nevermind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been jogging these two weeks. :| Think i ran once two weeks before, and once last week, and none for this week. -_- Shall go back to jogging once i'm used to the evening tuition time slot. Its bad to be lazy. Its either raining when i feel like jogging, or the weather will be so nice when i don't feel like doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare myself the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stalking queen&lt;/span&gt;. Professional online stalking for $20 per person (i'm making a loss already. hahahaha.) for a search of full name, residential area, friendster address, blog address, previous school(s), pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone interested?&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shhhhhhhh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last episode of My Lovely Samsoon today (NO MORE HYUN BIN ):!) and Singapore Idol results today will determine the two into the finals (HADY AND JONATHAN!). The commonly-watched shows are all ending, thats good .. I can concentrate on work now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Shall go flip through some notes, and work on some questions. Math test tomorrow! Woo, my favourite lecture, and favourite lecturer .. Syed! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've edited the post i put up yesterday, i don't think i wanna stir up controversies here. My trusty private journal shall serve its purpose, as always. (: If you've read it, so be it. If you haven't, NYEH NYEH. (okay, thats pretty dumb, but anyways!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115823252067562115?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115823252067562115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115823252067562115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115823252067562115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115823252067562115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-dont-check-my-mobile-therell-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115822683158799969</id><published>2006-09-14T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:40:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirleen Wong &amp;&lt;br /&gt;my elder sister. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she probably don't read this. but anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? birthday-filled month.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Sharon's entry and i realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVEN'T GOT MY MATRI CARD!&lt;/span&gt; (okay, or whatever card its called here in SIM) Maybe its called SIM membership or something, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our portal is called SIM student portal, while NUS sticks with it being called IVLE, NTU being super creative calling it adveNTUre; so yeah, i don't expect our cards to be entitled with a fanciful name. -_- hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friends in Uni who have received their cards, our pictures are resized till like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;. :| So i'm basically not looking forward to getting a card with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap face&lt;/span&gt; on it. And it doesn't help that the picture i submitted was my JC1 photo. -__- (I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS FOR THE MATRI CARD, i thought it was for some admin purposes.... and so i didn't bother to take new pictures :/) 3 more years with lousy looking face on the card. Oh man, i shall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hide&lt;/span&gt; my card once i receive it anytime soon. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115822683158799969?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115822683158799969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115822683158799969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115822683158799969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115822683158799969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-shirleen-wong-so-yeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115814246848381777</id><published>2006-09-13T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:32:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; Pei Ying! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about birthdays, i think i've been overly busy with present-shopping or surprise planning or birthday celebrations for my friend's birthdays these few months. -_- WHY IS EVERYBODY'S BIRTHDAYS IN AUGUST/SEPTEMBER?! Once i'm done with one, i'll have to begin to prepare for the next. -.- never ending man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that i seem to be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free-est person on earth &lt;/span&gt;outta all my friends (i'm not directing anything at anyone, so don't think too much), I have become the head of taking charge of all that birthday stuffs. I'm never good at doing such things, so apologies to all my friends if anything un-smooth comes out of your birthdays. I'm new to this, trying to get the hang of making the best out of everything. Time consuming i know, and its not easy having to coordinate everybody's busy schedules. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our lives are all different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how busy most of my friends are in their Universities, I AM TOO just not in terms of school hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**start ranting**&lt;br /&gt;(EDITED and DELETED majority of this rant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T ASSUME&lt;/span&gt; private Uni students like us are damn slack (OR YOU'LL BE DAMNIT SHOT BY ME) just because our timetables are relatively shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our syllabus are in no way simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its not as easy as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**end of ranting**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to stay discipline. Okay, actually i've got things to do, not so free as most of you would have thought of. I need to keep revising, or i'll lose track .. and i don't want to be behind my schoolwork too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about everyone else, but i think that my friends' birthdays are significant days of every year, so i wouldn't mind sacrificing a little time to prepare presents for them and to celebrate. Its only once a year, so a day or so wouldn't kill, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which friend's birthday is next now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. My elder sister just went over to her chalet for a 3D 2N stay cuz she'll be celebrating her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st birthday&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. I wonder if i'll have one when i turn twenty-one, but then again, i don't have that many friends to invite, and its still pretty early to think about that now. But watching my sister with her birthday planning sounds pretty fun and exciting, though it could be tiring inside out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent entry, but anyways!&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point of this whole entry, as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115814246848381777?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115814246848381777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115814246848381777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115814246848381777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115814246848381777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-pei-ying-d-speaking_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115796532867490209</id><published>2006-09-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:02:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;lj-cut text="Birthday celebrations in August"&gt;We had an advanced Birthay celebration for &lt;b&gt;Shaline&lt;/b&gt; on a Saturday (12/08).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had school in the morning, then i got home and rotted till the evening. Took the train in the evening and it was surprisingly damn damn packed. &lt;i&gt;Know why?&lt;/i&gt; Everyone was rushing to the Esplanade to watch the Fireworks! I wonder what kind of joy to feel when its so crowded and everyone would be squeezed like packed sardines just to watch 15 minutes (or less) of fireworks. Okay i was never understanding towards crowds. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a GOON when it comes to the Purple North-East line. Thats what happens when you're too used to taking the Green East-West Line too much. I was figuring my way to get to the NEL at the Outram Park station and then took the NEL to Harbourfront to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met up with Cherie, Clarissa, Emilyn and Shaline at Harbourfront at 8pm for dinner. We settled down in PastaMania for the dinner celebration. It was a good meetup session. We caught up with each other about our University lives, and of course, gossips was a must. I had loads of fun catching up with them, and i hope they did too. I'll always be laughing like crazy when i'm with them, there's this affinity i share with them which i don't know how to describe. Knew them since first 3 months in JC, and i'm so glad we still keep in contact and all ... and basically we still have loads of things to talk about. And i like how we're always so loud together,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so natural, so us. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we used to go around laughing in classes over almost everything during the first three months.&lt;br /&gt;I remember ...&lt;br /&gt;How Cherie's laughter was damn contagious (till now), how she'll laugh when she hears me say '&lt;i&gt;sian 1/2&lt;/i&gt;', and how we'll always be talking during Chinese lessons and laugh over our Chinese teacher's (suddenly i have a mental block to his name -_-) &lt;i&gt;not-so-funny&lt;/i&gt; jokes like KLKK and other random jokes, and somehow we'll laugh over the TPG in class. Not forgetting how myself and Cherie were actually cracking up upon seeing our Chinese teacher's expression saying "A102, don't pretend! All go to the front of the assembly plaza now!" because our whole class &lt;i&gt;ponned&lt;/i&gt; the Chinese lecture/lesson. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Emilyn thought i was super &lt;i&gt;dao&lt;/i&gt; during the first day of school because i didn't talk to her though i was seated right beside her in class. How Emilyn was the super &lt;i&gt;enthu&lt;/i&gt; and super &lt;i&gt;kanchiong&lt;/i&gt; student for going to lectures/tutorials, and even leaving for lectures/tutorials at a super fast speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Clarissa was the typical girls' school girl i thought of. How i remember her as the super quiet girl during orientation. And how the whole 'intimidated' word came about became a huge joke to us. How she was my bus khaki during the first 3 months taking bus 81 together and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there was Meizhi too. Somebody once said Cherie and Meizhi looked alike. And how Mei Zhi was that super cheerful and positive girl i knew, that girl was always smiling. How she was sometimes late for school, i remember her classic way of clipping up her hair and her 'pinefore was all in washing'. I wonder how she's doing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Shaline whom i got to know through Cherie. A very friendly and cheerful girl too; got to know her better subsequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shall not go on since this post have suddenly evolved into a &lt;i&gt;remember-the-first-three-months&lt;/i&gt; post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we met some Meridian PE teacher at Pasta Mania with his girlfriend. Of all places, at HARBOURFRONT! hahaha. It didn't bother me though i think we were laughing damn loudly in PastaMania. We ate and chatted for a long long time in there, good catch up session ... i think we were the last to leave when they were gonna close for the day already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilyn being Emilyn, she left earlier than the rest of us. :x BUT, just before she left, we took a group picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj-cut&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who helped us with the first picture had shaky hands. Second picture was alright, but my camera picture quality were pretty bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/12082006/004.jpg" height="256" width="341" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/12082006/005.jpg" height="256" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to photoshop it so that the quality looked &lt;i&gt;slightly better&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Shaline liked our company for that night, and the present we got her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, also in August, we had an one-day-in-advanced Birthday celebration for &lt;b&gt;Cherie&lt;/b&gt; on Tuesday (22/08).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had school in the morning till 12pm. Settled lunch in school, and then went to the library with Anita and Siew May. Basically, we had nothing to do and so we found our own seats in the computer room in the library. Surfed around on the world wide web (and we even got onto MSN and chatted with each other though we were seats away). Waited for time to past. I checked with Clarissa the time when i could pop by her hostel for awhile through MSN. Then i explored the NUS map and SBS transit site to find my way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the library at about 4pm. Took a direct bus 151 to NUS. I got off at the wrong stop. I saw Cherie sitting at the bus-stop only after the bus left that stop. So, i walked one bus-stop back, luckily it was only a short distance away! Met up with Cherie at the Central Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i would have lost my way if i was all by myself in NUS! Then, I accompanied her to the bookshop (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehhhh, there's only popular in SIM, and their bookshop sells tibits!&lt;/span&gt;) and we explored the place a little. I saw the 'lust man standing' - some pageant in NUS poster and i saw Michelle in it! :D Saw some posters elsewhere and i think i saw some MJC student in some pageant also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exploring the place for a while, we got to visit Clarissa at her hostel. My first time to an NUS hostel (or to a hostel in general). Her hall is a newer block i guess, it looks pretty new and we had to wait for her to open the door to the hall for us (some security thing that they have for some halls) and there is a lift for her hall! I'm amused. I think my impression of how a hostel should look like seems to be pretty different from what i saw! I have an outdated impression. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i just rotted around in Clarissa's room. I was watching TV from Clarissa's laptop while i waited for her to get ready. I realised there isn't much walking space in a single-bedroom hostel. Cherie went off for a while. Much later, Emilyn came after her lecture. It was pretty scary to hear people shouting from outside for the people in hostel to go down for some inter-block games training. &gt;_&gt; Don't feel very welcomed because of that. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before we left the hostel to meet Clare and Shaline at Cityhall, we took pictures in her hostel! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why i'm not taking Physics sometimes, i can never estimate angles properly. Tried taking a picture by myself of us, and i only got to get &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; picture out of four with four of our heads in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/22082006/001.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is taken by using a timer. We were all on her bed! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/22082006/006.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO BRIGHT!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/22082006/007.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/22082006/008.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; these two shots! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yey, i love photo-taking sessions!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left her hostel say about 6.50pm. Took bus 10 all the way to Suntec City. IT TOOK FOREVER TO REACH! Shaline must have waited for quite a while there, sorry about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got there, we were sooooooooo super hungry though we went window-shopping first. Then, we settled down at Marche for dinner. (i realised i'm always at Marche with them!) Clare came shortly after when we went ordering our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was really fun catching up with them again. (:&lt;/b&gt; Cherie, Clarissa, Emilyn, Clare and Shaline! I hope Cherie liked our celebration for her, and also the present! :D And i still recall Cherie's 'hostile' reaction when the plates were going to be collected. hahaha, you were so cute girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took quite a number of group shots together before we left Marche at around 10-11pm (hahaha, yeah we chatted till SUPER LATE!). Its all in Shaline's and Clare's camera, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEND ME SEND ME!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two long overdued post into one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many more overdue posts to go! (I'm such a huge procrastinator lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love picture posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115796532867490209?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115796532867490209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115796532867490209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115796532867490209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115796532867490209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-had-advanced-birthay-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/12082006/th_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115788512562280262</id><published>2006-09-10T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T18:45:25.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a birthday post for some of the September babies (to date)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to... (in order of their birthdays)&lt;br /&gt;1st - Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;7th - Berlinda &lt;br /&gt;8th - Joyce&lt;br /&gt;9th - Fen Ling&lt;br /&gt;10th - Wei Wen&lt;br /&gt;and advanced birthday greeting to Xueling whose birthday is tomorrow the 11th! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's older now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be Nineteen yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115788512562280262?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115788512562280262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115788512562280262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115788512562280262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115788512562280262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-birthday-post-for-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115779986156339770</id><published>2006-09-09T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:06:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ultimately, no matter what a big round we take to change, or walk out of the past; we'll end up back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;square one&lt;/span&gt; somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through my folders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/takuyakimura095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takuya Kimura. He's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man of my Dreams&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not post up the unglam picture of me in JC1 uniform at Kino posing with Takuya. :x And shall not elaborate on how dearest Ww laughed at me, and now she's obsessed too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe ... i don't find any links between the first line and the rest of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step back and i realised i still am obsessed with Takuya Kimura.&lt;br /&gt;Like, obviously. Look at the layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I need to be more appreciative. Thanks Jq for saying my toilet very nice.  (: hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115779986156339770?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115779986156339770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115779986156339770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115779986156339770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115779986156339770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/ultimately-no-matter-what-big-round-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_takuyakimura095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115773347299604786</id><published>2006-09-09T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:37:58.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this time, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; be sleeping .. especially when i'm having lessons at 9am tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the short &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; is over. :/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so freaking fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even do much over the short break. Since i still have till Tuesday until my next lesson (not considering tomorrow), i shall make sure i do something more like reading up on other modules' notes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MUST DO SO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should get the basics right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remember flipping Statistics notes, and thats all. I worked on some additional questions in the tutorials. And thats *sorta* because i have a short quiz (aka test) for Stats tomorrow, though i think its an open-book test. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my life revolves around:&lt;br /&gt;1) School - University life (introductiontoeconomics, maths1, stats1, principlesofbankingandfinance)&lt;br /&gt;2) Japanese lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1) and 2), i have been equally slack for both. (SLAP ME FOR THIS, REALLY.) Haven't been working hard for my modules, and hardly reading my Jap notes regularly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tuition (Uh, the excessive amount of time i spend on planning work for ONE student)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Jogging (or the lack of, due to the bad weather these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost too much joys in life (like ..... okay.). I'm leading a boring boring life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Distractions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Computer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIKE DUH&lt;/span&gt;, look at me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) TV - I'm a junkie. Singapore Idol, My Lovely Samsoon, news (thank goodness for something good), Japan Hour, Taiwan varieties, all the thrashy and non-thrashy 7pm or 9pm shows, and some other random shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD GET AWAY FROM MY DISTRACTIONS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED TO STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;picture requests&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/toilet001.jpg" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Daniel. &lt;s&gt;(who wants to steal my toilet bowl. hahaha.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Hui Ling! :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/anything.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just added Lame to my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Wen L R Lee. hahaha, not funny, AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115773347299604786?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115773347299604786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115773347299604786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115773347299604786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115773347299604786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-this-time-i-should-be-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_toilet001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115765123755294960</id><published>2006-09-08T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:49:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Expectedly,&lt;br /&gt;(though i didn't watch the Results' show today, but AM SO GONNA WATCH THE REPEAT.)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Twohill got eliminated today. Its now left with Hady, Jonathan and Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/paultwohill003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Paul :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you sang Here Without You, Superman (Its Not Easy), Moon Dance, Do You Want To, Grow Old With You and even the Chinese song &lt;i&gt;Chun Zai&lt;/i&gt; will remain etched in my memory. (i actually have the performances added to my youtube list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the great music you've brought to the Idol show, and all your funny and natural actions (including the one dated back during the auditions round where you rolled on the floor. haha.) which made the competition so much livelier and all that you've said like 'you smell pretty!' was pretty you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard he &lt;s&gt;cried&lt;/s&gt; teared at the Results' Show, and Hady teared for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyun Bin is really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARISMATIC&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Watch My Lovely Samsoon, and you'll understand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my touch for writing detailed long entries, which is really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT to write about today's surprise.... wait till i find back that writing-long-entries drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115765123755294960?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115765123755294960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115765123755294960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115765123755294960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115765123755294960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/expectedly-though-i-didnt-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_paultwohill003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115760289134714179</id><published>2006-09-07T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:21:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam Sandler - I wanna grow old with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're sad.&lt;br /&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, all i wanna do, is grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches,&lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it could be so nice, growin' old with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold,&lt;br /&gt;need you, feed you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll even let you hold the remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink,&lt;br /&gt;put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could be the man who grows old with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is sooo sweet. (: And i think i just watched Paul's performance for this song, say 3 times on youtube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey i'm meeting the girls today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115760289134714179?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115760289134714179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115760289134714179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115760289134714179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115760289134714179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/adam-sandler-i-wanna-grow-old-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115753156881158866</id><published>2006-09-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:32:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the mood for a long picture post.</title><content type='html'>What would you like to see in my house, or know about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest anything, i'll reply in pictures.  (drop any ideas in my tagboard, or my comments!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, sounds fun!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115753156881158866?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115753156881158866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115753156881158866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115753156881158866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115753156881158866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-mood-for-long-picture-post.html' title='in the mood for a long picture post.'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115747312483413879</id><published>2006-09-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:18:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a series of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new-life-is-beginning&lt;/span&gt;, then following it, a random series of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;University life musings &lt;/span&gt;over the past few weeks / a month, i wonder why its so coincidental that there's a trend of my friends writing about being afraid of being left on the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why i always observe trends in the blogs. &lt;s&gt;I'm an aspiring future statistician-to-be, is that a problem?&lt;/s&gt; HAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is ... let nature take its course! We shouldn't be rushy on such things, even from an inexperienced person point of view. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can derive all sort of happiness from different aspects of life. There has got to be more to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i've always liked to put it, i'll rather have many girlfriends than one boyfriend. Maybe its only me, so i shan't psycho my friends with such a 'logic' of my own. I have this fear towards commitment, in every sense. :| Guys happens to mean only either friends, or eyecandies to me. &lt;s&gt;I prefer girls. hahaha. klame.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't worry lah&lt;/span&gt;. No matter what, i'll always be &lt;s&gt;part&lt;/s&gt; the chairwoman of the SAA/SANA club (go figure!). hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we're really left on the shelves, we'll be the shelves with expensive displays and the front-line shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why i'm talking about this. but anyways, random is my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115747312483413879?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115747312483413879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115747312483413879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115747312483413879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115747312483413879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-series-of-new-life-is-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115737541021853957</id><published>2006-09-04T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:10:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss our dearest monkey &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candice&lt;/span&gt;.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what i do when i have too much free time. Think too much. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop writing anything that may provoke me thinking too much about the past, or anything that may trigger the tear gland is not very nice. Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, i just thought of writing a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you post for my friends&lt;/span&gt; .. which i believe will bring back loads of memories, and the sob-worthy moments. That'll come when i have the time, with pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115737541021853957?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115737541021853957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115737541021853957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115737541021853957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115737541021853957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-our-dearest-monkey-candice.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115736607357372217</id><published>2006-09-04T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:34:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yet again, jogging plans BUSTED. Its gonna rain again. :/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE STOP RAINING IN THE EVENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i've mentioned this before. My first tuition assignment - the Chinese tuition with the Indian-Eurasian P1 boy has already stopped a few weeks ago. The kid's mom decided to send him to student care instead. I only taught him for 8 lessons, which is a month, and the agent took 40% of the amount, and that leaves me with a rather pathetic amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes me unemployed for quite awhile. Have been waiting and looking for tuition assignments for some time since i'm pretty lazy to really go out and work - like standing or sitting at some place for a few hours for pathetic buckeroos although i have a pretty slack timetable to allow me to. I like the flexibility of tuition, and the reasonable amount i get from teaching for a few hours and a few times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving tuition for some pocket money (although yes, i do have savings from the past few months of working) .. but this extra income will basically all go to my transport and food expenses for school. FYI, I don't get allowances from my parents anymore. I'm living off my own money now, and so the more the need for every sense of thrifty-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just accepted a new tuition assignment yesterday from the same agent. 8 lessons with this Primary 6 boy for less than 2 hundred dollars after agent's commission (OH NO, ITS A BOY AGAIN. I hope he doesn't give me trouble getting him to sit down and do work!) I'll be teaching him English, Maths and Chinese beginning tomorrow; every Tuesdays and Thursdays (except this week) 5pm. 2 times a week, 1.5 hour each session. His Dad sounded rather nice over the phone when i arranged the timings with him; and i thought it was very funny when he went "&lt;i&gt;Oh you're a Lee too!&lt;/i&gt;". We shall see what's my tuition kid's name come tomorrow, i hope it'll be easy teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, the kid is residing walking distance away from my block again. (&lt;i&gt;yey, ain't i lucky?&lt;/i&gt;) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the assignment although its highly likely that it'll only be for a month since the boy is gearing up for PSLE. But the agent told me that after 8 lessons, if the parents wants intensive lessons, i'll charge them on hourly basis, and i'll be collecting the full amount! So, lets make sure i'll do my job as a good tutor from tomorrow onwards. Oh well, all i need is some income, and something to occupy my time or i'll look like someone who does nothing besides going to school then go home and stay online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe teaching others may motivate myself to work even harder for myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I was digging out my Brother's P6 old assessment books from the stack of dusty books so that i've got some references as to what the kids are studying now, or at least have some sort of refreshed memory before i head for lessons tomorrow evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look what goodies i found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/japanesebooks.jpg" width="240" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad got soooooooooo many Japanese conversational books and also many dictionaries at home from long long time ago when he went on some training in Japan (Heh. HE WAS THERE FOR A YEAR *I'M SO JEALOUS!* He took up Japanese because of that too, and i must say i was quite amused that he can speak relatively fluent Japanese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/japanesedictionaries.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey. Can save quite some money since i need not buy a brand new Japanese dictionary now since i've got at least 5 at home; big, medium and small sized. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/japanesecookbooks.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Japanese cook books too! :D Shall suggest to my Dad to attempt to whip up a dish or two from that book. I love Japanese food, i'm drooling just by looking at the pictures! &lt;i&gt;In any case, any of my friends interested in a cooking Japanese food session?&lt;/i&gt; I've got books to help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides not being very hardworking for school work, i haven't been revising my Japanese too. Shame on me! Me, Bad. Need to get some work done &lt;b&gt;THIS WEEK&lt;/b&gt;. Shall not procrastinate, must do something about my schoolwork and also Jap. I just paid up $100 for my stage II Elementary yesterday, so its Japanese all the way till December... and maybe even more after. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more motivation. I'm reading through my notes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY SLOWLY&lt;/span&gt; now! I don't understand why i can't be as motivated as the past anymore. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115736607357372217?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115736607357372217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115736607357372217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115736607357372217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115736607357372217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-yet-again-jogging-plans-busted.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_japanesebooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115735859107864970</id><published>2006-09-04T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:29:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the OREO advertisment with the 2 kids sharing an oreo cookie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me (when i was eating one just now) that i would be the one offering my friend the side of the oreo cookie with the cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nice, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. no lah, not so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wei da&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because i actually like the part without the cream better. -_- I like the chocolate cookie itself, soooooooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think they sell oreo cookies without cream anywhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115735859107864970?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115735859107864970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115735859107864970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115735859107864970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115735859107864970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/remember-oreo-advertisment-with-2-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115728387099709520</id><published>2006-09-03T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:46:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WANG LEE HOM IS COMING TO SINGAPORE FOR A CONCERT IN OCTOBER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely, OH MY GOD. I think i'll be able to sing to so many songs of his from the old Bu Ke Neng Cuo Guo Ni to Julia to Wei Yi to Ai Cuo to Forever Love then to Kiss Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me wanna go, but i shall not since i wouldn't be able to find company for that, and i must remind myself that i went for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backstreet&lt;/span&gt; concert earlier this year (and coughcoughcough it wasn't cheap.) Well, i should save for the next Backstreet concert, soon. hahaha. Self-consolation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is such a random entry, but wellllll... since Sharon was asking me why i didn't blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here (: &lt;/span&gt;And anyway, random is my middle name. &lt;s&gt;peiwen random lee.&lt;/s&gt; hahahaha. Okay, not funny actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;An apple a day keeps the doctor away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the doctors should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;far far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; from me now since i've been eating an apple a day since ... i've lost track. Thats good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised i do eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I've got so many eating time(s) in a day. -_- Take yesterday for an example. I had breakfast at home at 7am, then small refreshment during the break in school at 10.30am [FREEEEE!], then i came home and had lunch at around 2pm, and i started snacking at 4pm, it was dinner at 7pm, fruits right after dinner, then ice cream an hour after dinner, and to round it all up, i had supper (ban mian) at 10pm. :| I LOVE EATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day i'll stop eating will be the day when i stop breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115728387099709520?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115728387099709520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115728387099709520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115728387099709520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115728387099709520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/wang-lee-hom-is-coming-to-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115711814971313516</id><published>2006-09-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:42:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read on</title><content type='html'>Before i forget, its 1st September...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(especially to my primary school, secondary school and JC teachers; okay, and maybe some lecturers in University. LOL.) Although i know they probably wouldn't be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads were practically EMPTY without primary, secondary and junior college students going to school since their parents didn't have to drive them. They have a holiday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh how i miss celebrating Teachers' Day altogether. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Rebecca my Secondary School IT junior too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan to meet the juniors aka the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ar-lians (Shi Ting, Karmun and Shumin) &lt;/span&gt;for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Teachers' Day celebration &lt;/s&gt; a simple meetup has to be postpone till further notice. We shall discuss online okay! I'm free next week! :P It'll be good if you all drag me out to study. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the RMIT Graduation reception thingy in the school atrium today. I saw the huge crowd of RMIT graduates in their graduation uniform (what's the name?) with the different colour stripes (does different colours represent different things?) and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fang mao &lt;/span&gt;(the square hat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;; not bothered to look for the right name for it) ... i bet its a memorable day for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at them and i thought to myself that i so want to be like one of them, wearing that super impressive graduation uniform, and the super cute square hat. And i'll take pictures of me throwing the hat (no matter how old-fashioned it may be by then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the University graduate uniform! YEY, SO THEY'VE GOT THAT FOR SIM STUDENTS TOO! :x I thought private students like us will be deprived of that (and end up going to the studio and pay to take), just like how we're deprived of the amount of priviledges of being a local undergraduate. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 years later &lt;/span&gt;when i get my &lt;s&gt;degree&lt;/s&gt; first class honours degree. (: I will, and I'll work my way towards that. No more tears, i want to be smiling upon the next graduation after so many sad graduations (PSLE, Olevels, Alevels.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge significance to graduation - it marks the end of a part of an education milestone, and it marks the other beginning of another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats another motivation (above) to drive me to work even harder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one week break&lt;/span&gt; this coming Monday to Friday. Okay, not exactly a weeks' break, since its less than 7 days, just ... 5 days. Or simply put it, 3 school days... since i still have to go back on Saturday (and oh, i have school tomorrow too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. I can imagine all my friend's faces now. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, LETS DO IT ALL TOGETHER!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some will say...&lt;br /&gt;"Win liao"&lt;br /&gt;"Hao lian ah!!"&lt;br /&gt;"So fast break?"&lt;br /&gt;"So slack ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for making me feel so good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ..&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a sentence that Erina (WAHHH, I MENTIONED YOU HERE LEH!) will use to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt; me,&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is blank suddenly. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to be envious of me. Apparently, they call it 'term break', but according to the lecturers, we have small 'quizzes' aka 'tests' the week after the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which basically means, its study week! And a gooooooood time to catch up on whatever readings i need to do, and whatever lecture notes i need to read through and digest everything. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Study study study, i shall do so!&lt;/span&gt; If you all see me online, SHOUT AT ME TO GO OFF next week okay! Unless i'm there but actually just playing iTunes. hahaha. Or i shall go down to the library to do work instead. Time to switch back to mugger-mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days break; and i have one day taken up to celebrate AHEM so-and-so's birthday (*LOOKS AT THAT BIRTHDAY GIRL*). I'm flying to the West for that okay! Can't wait to catch up with the girls, haven't met for so frigging long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my schedule for the year and i realised i don't think i'll get one full month of break (yesssss, how sad!) except for maybe the month before the actual UOL examinations. :s One week break in September, then its another week's break in the Xmas week in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss the familiarity of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long post!&lt;br /&gt;Shall go watch TV ... Korean drama soon. And do some work in front of the TV before i sleep and head to school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115711814971313516?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115711814971313516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115711814971313516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115711814971313516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115711814971313516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/read-on_01.html' title='read on'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115710547394601785</id><published>2006-09-01T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:11:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the idol show.</title><content type='html'>I bought September LIME issue a week ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/limemagazine001.jpg" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because i'm bored with nothing to read these days (ahh, library trip anybody?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the &lt;i&gt;not-so-giant&lt;/i&gt; Singapore Idol giant poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/PaulonLIME.jpg" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL TWOHILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tell me i'm not obsessed with this seventeen year old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i seriously thought Paul was going home (judging from the number of fangirls Joakim got). Luckily, it was time for Joakim to go, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;. After so much controversies, he's finally out of the idol show. Would credit him for his improvement vocally for this recent episode too, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't enough&lt;/span&gt;. Paul didn't sing very well for this RnB &amp;amp; Soul show, i thought he did so much better in his Asian Pop week, the Electrico and Chinese song, especially with his surprise CHINESE song. That was truly memorable, 5566 song. LOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its Hady, Jonathan, Jasmine and Paul left.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm gonna be dreading it, but i think Paul will be the next to be leaving :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. and i won't be home next Thursday to catch the results show at this critical point! Need to get someone to sms me the results. hahaha :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115710547394601785?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115710547394601785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115710547394601785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115710547394601785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115710547394601785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/09/idol-show.html' title='the idol show.'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_limemagazine001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115702425661772307</id><published>2006-08-31T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:39:39.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/stationeryshopping31082006.jpg" height="240" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself one&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; purple &lt;/span&gt;and one &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; pen from Times today.&lt;br /&gt;What's with me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;these days? No, i'm NOT sexually deprived or anything around those lines. I think purple is a prettttty colour, because it isn't very girly like pink, and i like darker shades of colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay a senseless paragraph above. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still finding my motivation to study. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it starts from buying stationeries to cheer myself up and also to motivate me to write like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good after buying new stationeries, though i've yet to get over the lost of my pencil!&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/31532677-115702425661772307?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115702425661772307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115702425661772307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115702425661772307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115702425661772307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/purple-love.html' title='purple love'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_stationeryshopping31082006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115695377662819301</id><published>2006-08-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:02:56.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy Pei Wen; in the making</title><content type='html'>After reading through blogs, and also seeing in reality how many of my friends in the other Universities are working really hard, studying very hard, doing all the necessary work etc, i feel like such a &lt;i&gt;slacker&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much free time is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; good for me. I need the motivation, the drive. I should pick up my subject guides (like, superduper thick!) to read somehow &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to find that motivation.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;FAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should go down to the airport, or some library ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;; revise, study, or basically get some work done instead of idling my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, i want to work towards &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; first class honours. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study study study. That should be what my life should be revolving about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115695377662819301?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115695377662819301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115695377662819301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115695377662819301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115695377662819301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/nerdy-pei-wen-in-making.html' title='Nerdy Pei Wen; in the making'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115693321398868705</id><published>2006-08-30T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:20:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away.</title><content type='html'>On Monday, i only ran one round outside my old school because the thunders started roaring and so i jogged home after 1 round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and its raining &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; too. Like, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when it starts to rain when i've planned on going for my jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i'm even able to complete one complete jog for this week judging from the bad weather these days, especially around the evening time. :/ I'm left with Thursday and Friday, and Friday i don't think i'll be home early. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the rain, and also my busy schedule (not exactly of school, but more like meeting up with friends, or basically spending time out) .. i only went jogging twice last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many weeks of maintaining 3 jogs per week, it just dropped to twice per week last week, and now barely once for this week. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll not give up! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being active. I miss sports. I miss floorball.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I miss mjfbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115693321398868705?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115693321398868705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115693321398868705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115693321398868705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115693321398868705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away.'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115692463010029937</id><published>2006-08-30T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:04:48.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of ramblings</title><content type='html'>Been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;issing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ction for 2 days already, all because of the damn broadband connection. &lt;font&gt;Couldn't surf any single website for the past two days because the  bytes received was 159 and was STAGNANT throughout. Called the ISP up on the day itself, but they only sent somebody down today. (yes ROARRRRRRR 2 days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;The lines-man came down today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND HE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING YET&lt;/span&gt; when he came, i tried connecting to the internet&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, AND IT WORKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, what's wrong man? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not funny&lt;/span&gt; depriving me of being online for 2 days.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :| &lt;/span&gt;So, he checked the line, and the modem, and there weren't problems with both .. so i have no idea what caused the conked up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second time this year already okay!&lt;/span&gt; (I'm soooo contemplating changing ISP can) He thinks that its most likely our system if thats the case, and asked me to send my CPU for a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness is fine now. Or i'll just COMPLAIN again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing i've really got to learn, it has to be.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;STOP BEING SO CARELESS OR SO ABSENT-MINDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to start reading my notes yesterday (because i had no internet connection at home -_-) when i realised my new pencil isn't in my pencil case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my one-month-old pencil, that pretty white pencil! :( Okay, its not even a month old yet, i bought it in August when i went to Kino!&lt;br /&gt;I must have left it somewhere in the lecture hall, or possibly dropped it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my things so easily, what's the point even if i label them with my uberly cute stickers my sister bought for me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my erasers, rulers and pencils &lt;i&gt;oh-so-frequently&lt;/i&gt;, i think i can open a stationary shop if i put all my lost items together. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Observer&lt;br /&gt;you chose BZ - your Enneagram type is FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to understand the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observers have a need for knowledge and are introverted, curious, analytical, and insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be independent, not clingy.&lt;br /&gt;* Speak in a straightforward and brief manner.&lt;br /&gt;* I need time alone to process my feelings and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;* Remember that If I seem aloof, distant, or arrogant, it may be that I am feeling uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;* Make me feel welcome, but not too intensely, or I might doubt your sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;* If I become irritated when I have to repeat things, it may be because it was such an effort to get my thoughts out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;* don't come on like a bulldozer.&lt;br /&gt;* Help me to avoid my pet peeves: big parties, other people's loud music, overdone emotions, and intrusions on my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being a Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* standing back and viewing life objectively&lt;br /&gt;* coming to a thorough understanding; perceiving causes and effects&lt;br /&gt;* my sense of integrity: doing what I think is right and not being influenced by social pressure&lt;br /&gt;* not being caught up in material possessions and status&lt;br /&gt;* being calm in a crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* being slow to put my knowledge and insights out in the world&lt;br /&gt;* feeling bad when I act defensive or like a know-it-all&lt;br /&gt;* being pressured to be with people when I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;* watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fives as Children Often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* spend a lot of time alone reading, making collections, and so on&lt;br /&gt;* have a few special friends rather than many&lt;br /&gt;* are very bright and curious and do well in school&lt;br /&gt;* have independent minds and often question their parents and teachers&lt;br /&gt;* watch events from a detached point of view, gathering information&lt;br /&gt;* assume a poker face in order not to look afraid&lt;br /&gt;* are sensitive; avoid interpersonal conflict&lt;br /&gt;* feel intruded upon and controlled and/or ignored and neglected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fives as Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* are often kind, perceptive, and devoted&lt;br /&gt;* are sometimes authoritarian and demanding&lt;br /&gt;* may expect more intellectual achievement than is developmentally appropriate&lt;br /&gt;* may be intolerant of their children expressing strong emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some test that i got from Sharon's blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty accurate&lt;/span&gt; i must say, though there's only a few questions to it.&lt;br /&gt;Go here http://okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=6711512663497470889 to try yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115692463010029937?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115692463010029937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115692463010029937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115692463010029937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115692463010029937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/series-of-ramblings.html' title='a series of ramblings'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115668760608414951</id><published>2006-08-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:06:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Something worth worrying&lt;/b&gt; is happening. I have been going out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly every single schooling day&lt;/span&gt; of the week these few weeks after school. And i have so many plans upcoming with my old friends, and also different hangouts-after-school i'm planning with my University friends. Bad idea altogether, especially with what i'll say a slack timetable in comparison to all my busy friends in other Universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This effectively also means that i haven't been hitting the books. I should seriously get down to reading through my notes whenever i have the time (though i must emphasize that the boring contents are able to make me fall asleep within minutes of reading) instead of sitting in front of the computer. &lt;b&gt;I SHOULD BE STUDYING!&lt;/b&gt; Must have a good headstart! Been out so much, and thats rather unlike me judging from how much of a home-staying person i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised i've been so chatty now as compared to the past. I seem to have too much to talk about these days, pretty pretty weird, very very unlike me. Nobody is convinced / would believe that my Primary school report card says "Pei Wen is a quiet girl in class".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i prefer the old quiet self, or the chatty me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, maybe its not my friends who are changing. It could all be me changing into a new person as a whole, and so my mindset and mentality is different on how i look at things, and that could have led to how i feel as though the people around me are changing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am i really different now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how many times this has been said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss floorball. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115668760608414951?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115668760608414951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115668760608414951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115668760608414951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115668760608414951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-worth-worrying-is-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115660874191291042</id><published>2006-08-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:12:21.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received the online order of the wallet yesternight, i still got 3 tees that i've ordered (through my sister) that i've yet to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet came in at the right time since i think my lousy looking purse is dying. And i hope the tees comes in soon, i'm running out of clothes to wear to school! I need new tops for school, so these 3 tees should come in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Online retail therapy makes me quite happy too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But online shopping is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addictive&lt;/span&gt;. Spent nearly a hundred buckeroos on 4 items from above. (but it doesn't come from my pocket, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psychologically speaking&lt;/span&gt;... since my sister paid for it, though its because she owes me $!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this way of spending money cuz i won't feel the guilt....but there shouldn't be too much guilt on my part since i didn't spend much over the last few months on myself (I'm a good girl okay!) ...or at least most of my money goes to only FOOD instead of other things i could splurge on. okay, buying food = FAT-building. LOL.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the feeling of how some people are seriously drifting away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm intruding into your privacy suddenly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends, or strangers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115660874191291042?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115660874191291042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115660874191291042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115660874191291042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115660874191291042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/received-online-order-of-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115657995435448688</id><published>2006-08-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:26:19.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a random fangirl post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you know me, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; watch Korean shows  (besides a few which i could count with 5 fingers)&lt;br /&gt;but recently, i have been watching &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/My_Name_is_Kim_Sam-Soon"&gt;My Lovely Samsoon&lt;/a&gt; at 10pm on Channel U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 223px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/hyeonbin003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reason being, i have nothing much to do at that time, and its the 'TV time of the day' for my bodyclock. Of course, there's a reason to watch this show! Its like superduper funny, cannot help but keep laughing over the things they do. HAHAHA. I realised i only watch Korean shows with funny parts in their shows, or at least i think i dread their sappy crying shows cuz it seems to be never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 259px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/hyeonbin004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/hyeonbin002.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 334px;" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/hyeonbin001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i think the lead male actor (*POINTS ABOVE*) is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; good-looking! Yah, wooo...a huge reason to watch the show ah? I just found out he's called Hyeon Bin (or Hyun Bin) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="mainbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;炫彬. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Or maybe its because of his close resemblance to Won Bin&lt;/span&gt; (YESSSSS, the only few Korean guys i've found attractive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so far&lt;/span&gt;) and that is also probably because Won Bin resembles Takuya Kimura. -_- Link here and there, and i'm still back to a Japanese star. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the guy, the lady is pretty too; go look at her model pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom find Korean stars good-looking cuz somehow some part of their face will look weird to me. I'm picky, so you get my drift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. or as my friends loves to put it, i'm simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIASED&lt;/span&gt;. Everything Japan is good to me somehow, and with the number of Jap idols i have, its no surprise? -.-&lt;br /&gt;But you know, the jdorama love will NEVER fade, no matter how Sg TV doesn't play Japanese dramas anymore (*SNORTS*) with the korean wind (translated in Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on playing, i wouldn't be swayed! :x Unless somebody is as good-looking as Takuya Kimura / Takeshi Kaneshiro / Kazunari Ninomiya / Takashi Kashiwabara just to name a few, okay i think Japanese guys are such pretty people! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115657995435448688?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115657995435448688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115657995435448688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115657995435448688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115657995435448688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-fangirl-post.html' title='a random fangirl post'/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/peiwen4/random/th_hyeonbin003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31532677.post-115651588023832218</id><published>2006-08-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:24:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm late! (arghh, i don't know why i didn't come online somehow yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy belated Birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fareez&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads to update. I don't know where to start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31532677-115651588023832218?l=stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/feeds/115651588023832218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31532677&amp;postID=115651588023832218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115651588023832218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31532677/posts/default/115651588023832218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckinreverse09.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-late-arghh-i-dont-know-why-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Pei Wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396646585034128122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
