<?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-6765208741136731094</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:11:50.631-07:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m back'/><category term='movie premiere'/><category term='Thank you'/><category term='projects'/><category term='overdue'/><category term='film'/><category term='TVB'/><category term='hate it'/><category term='I HATE TESTS'/><category term='Sianified'/><title type='text'>the hero that struggles to conquer the evil where the core of my soul lies</title><subtitle type='html'>Heroes, our super idol or our villan? the hero within you, is it controlling you or vice versa? is you who will decide... Its up to you, ppl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-6730916999706389055</id><published>2010-01-16T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:48:12.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>It's another goodbye. In times like these, I really appreciate whatever was done for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk towards your deathbed, you slowly bid goodbye to the people around you. The moment you stepped into this world, you are already predestined to die. It's just a matter of how long your path is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6730916999706389055?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6730916999706389055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6730916999706389055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6730916999706389055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6730916999706389055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2824101461960369509</id><published>2010-01-04T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:53:04.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dying wish</title><content type='html'>It was Granny's birthday yesterday and I was looking forward to see her. She was in all smiles and I couldn't help laughing at how happy she was. She looked fabulous with her red traditional Chinese buttoned shirt and little beaded nonya-liked bag and bedroom slippers. Her white hair was neatly combed and styled, just like a young chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 9-course buffet came, I was ecstatic! The spread was awesome. We had birthday buns to birthday noodles to suckling pig to herb chicken and even mutton curry! Dessert was yam paste. I couldn't wait for all to be present and start dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are lucky and fortunate when a family of 4 generations gather together to celebrate their mother's / grandma's / great- grandma's birthday. I was waiting for the group picture. It's like a family tradition where we gather together for occasions and celebrate as one big family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when 1 family member is terminally ill and all you can do is to see your loved one float away. As he grew thinner and thinner each day, our hearts break wider and wider each day. I could see those lumps on his forehead. It's scary yet heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be his very last occasion with us. We ate the best food that he bought (He paid for the buffet dinner) and yet he was lying in one corner in his room eating porridge, vomiting out whatever went in. It hurts. It really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine. I have come to terms with it and have accepted that he will leave me one day. As you grow older, these things are inevitable and you have to go through it. Life goes on the way it should be. Your heart will mend itself as time goes by. We grow up for a reason, to think, to learn and to mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL. I have not really set any resolutions for 2010 yet! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2824101461960369509?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2824101461960369509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2824101461960369509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2824101461960369509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2824101461960369509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2010/01/dying-wish.html' title='A dying wish'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3900490076164542054</id><published>2009-12-28T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:29:16.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SzjqoB4iw5I/AAAAAAAAAuo/ACTWm9paQug/s1600-h/27122009266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SzjqoB4iw5I/AAAAAAAAAuo/ACTWm9paQug/s320/27122009266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340124961653650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream come true for me yesterday. Able to listen to the legendary &lt;strong&gt;CHARICE PEMPENGCO&lt;/strong&gt; live on stage is a lifetime dream come true for me. It was the most awesome night ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a HUGE HUGE fan of Charice and immediately fell in love with her powerful vocals after watching the youtube video that brought her to fame today. Her first single, 'Note to God' is set as my message ringtone. (Please message me more often!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Back to the amazing, wonderful, beautiful day. I am so grateful to be able to get hold of Singapore Idol final tickets and of course, to the producers of Singapore Idol 2009, THANK YOU FOR INVITING CHARICE to Singapore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was seated far away from the stage in the Singapore Indoor Stadium, the star presence from Charice Pempengco was able to drown me. I was screaming like a small kid who seen her favourite childhood superhero. Rather, I felt like one of those Micheal Jackson fan who would cry with a single stare into the eye. Ahhhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Gurmit Singh or the muttons mentioned her name, I would SCREAM, jump and clap my SI clappers continuously. Honestly, I was almost in tears when Charice sang. I was so touched, mesmerized by her performance! Ying Ying who was seated beside me said this: "Ok, Flora, you are scary!" Haha. I laughed. You should have really seen that sight of me. I was literally jumping on my seat. My mind was too starstruck to really sit back and listen to her. And I definitely annoyed the people around me with my incessant screaming, jumping and standing. Oops! Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell how amazing a singer can be with just listening to the roaring cheers from the audiences. After performing a medley of songs (I have nothing and I will always love you). Charice had a standing ovation by all. A unanimous agreement from a 8 thousand strong crowd. As she belted out her last few notes, the number of people getting up from their seats just kept increasing. I apparently was jumping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to God was amazing. I was singing along, swaying from side to side at my seat all the way back. I even shouted "Charice! I LOVE YOU!" Haha. So not me yeah? I'm amazed at how fan-gal I can be too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know who is Charice Pempengco and have no clue why people like me will go Crazy over her. Just check these few videos out and you'll know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. Needless to say, I'm buying her new album! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her performance on Singapore Idol which made me went CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/50CFvNZ2-2A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/50CFvNZ2-2A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres her "Note to God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_IDLh9e6KI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_IDLh9e6KI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first appearance - Star King in Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOYrq3551bw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOYrq3551bw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Ellen Degeneres &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8fR2jroUxE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8fR2jroUxE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Oprah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/okQcDaqKR_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/okQcDaqKR_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes Just Amazing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Did I mention that she is only 17 years old?! With a voice like that, the future of this girl is a priceless one. A gift from god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally, I felt Sylvia should win the title of Singapore Idol. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SzjqniKT3jI/AAAAAAAAAug/B_2Wbpw6xZ4/s1600-h/27122009262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SzjqniKT3jI/AAAAAAAAAug/B_2Wbpw6xZ4/s320/27122009262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340116446240306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SzjqnC7LldI/AAAAAAAAAuY/cZHCZ0Cw6Vs/s1600-h/27122009264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SzjqnC7LldI/AAAAAAAAAuY/cZHCZ0Cw6Vs/s320/27122009264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340108061283794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3900490076164542054?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3900490076164542054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3900490076164542054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3900490076164542054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3900490076164542054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream-come-true.html' title='A dream come true'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SzjqoB4iw5I/AAAAAAAAAuo/ACTWm9paQug/s72-c/27122009266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-4145372703103530967</id><published>2009-12-24T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:32:20.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie premiere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Bodyguards and Assassins.</title><content type='html'>I was lucky to get hold of tickets to the Gala premiere of Bodyguards and Assassins last week. Thanks Xin Yi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodyguards and Assassins AKA Shi Yue Wei Cheng is AMAZING! I absolutely LOVED the film and it's those kind where you'll keep talking and analyzing the movie with your friends after watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director, (Teddy Chan) producer ( Peter Chan) and casts (Fan Bing Bing and Tony Leung Ka-Fai) were down in Singapore to promote their film. As we were seated at B rows, I had a clear view of them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a spoiler. So watch the movie if you have not! Jovis and I couldn't help talking about the film on our way back from Vivo. From the amazing set designs to the star studded casts, brilliant script with powerful punch lines (read from the papers that it has gone through about 1000 drafts!). It's fast-moving action/ fighting sequences with swift camera pans to capture every magical moment makes your eyes grow. Even the music, visual effect of this movie is near perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really amazes me is that its just about a group of bodyguards protecting Sun Yat-sen, a world leader that would lead them to a better democratic future of China from assassins in 1905 in Hong Kong. I mean, just a simple plot and it can last for about 2 hours?! Just this and it tells you how good this film is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just purchase the DVD when it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/bodyguards-and-assassins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-129" title="Bodyguards-and-Assassins" src="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/bodyguards-and-assassins.jpg?w=221" alt="" width="221" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the low quality. It's from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/16122009220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-130" title="16122009220" src="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/16122009220.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/16122009222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-131" title="16122009222" src="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/16122009222.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/16122009224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-132" title="16122009224" src="http://floorrah.wordpress.com/files/2009/12/16122009224.jpg?w=300" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YSXHEQdv6Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you like the show! I love to talk about films! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4145372703103530967?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4145372703103530967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4145372703103530967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4145372703103530967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4145372703103530967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/12/bodyguards-and-assassins.html' title='Bodyguards and Assassins.'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7996446880883556520</id><published>2009-12-24T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:29:41.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas cards</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day! I'm blasting my Christmas playlist. Woosh! Party yesterday was AWESOME! And presents to make my day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm making some really cute christmas gift tags/cards! I'm proud of myself. Will show you the different cute designs later on. ( After intended receiver receives it. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta collect the games from sis later on and my satay for party no. 2! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7996446880883556520?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7996446880883556520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7996446880883556520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7996446880883556520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7996446880883556520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cards.html' title='christmas cards'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3341004208898136489</id><published>2009-12-20T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T07:38:23.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive!</title><content type='html'>Oh! This blog is revived with a magical code! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these ppl and from these ppl: NYZ/KTPX/SCCZ/YSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Yes.. Nah. For you all hor! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3341004208898136489?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3341004208898136489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3341004208898136489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3341004208898136489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3341004208898136489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/12/revive.html' title='Revive!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-6445597868755724971</id><published>2009-12-01T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:14:45.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey all! I've moved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH TECHNOLOGY THESE DAYS... IT IS'T REALLY HARD TO FIND ME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floorrah.wordpress.com"&gt;Right?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6445597868755724971?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6445597868755724971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6445597868755724971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6445597868755724971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6445597868755724971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/12/youreka.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3023644951896400103</id><published>2009-11-08T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:32:30.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon</title><content type='html'>Hey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been updating lately. Apologies for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened recently. Be it good or bad, life still goes on. All I know that juggling school and work at the same time is really no joke. And I don't think I want to enroll into a part time uni course while working. I don't think I can cope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is still good and the excitement and adrenaline that oktoLIVE! gives me is indescribable and I'm grateful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch oktoLIVE! every Friday, 6.30pm! Call in to play the 3G games and we wanna hear from you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3023644951896400103?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3023644951896400103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3023644951896400103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3023644951896400103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3023644951896400103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/11/soon.html' title='soon'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-1557632907426579603</id><published>2009-10-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:52:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week</title><content type='html'>School has started and just like the rest, I have mixed feelings about these last 6 weeks in school. I mean, I AM happy about graduating but I can't bear to leave these people, leaving only memories behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 3rd year student, you only have 2 modules before entering the workforce next term. That's Professional Preparation (PP) and New Communication Technologies (NCT). I like both modules but having to tweet, face-book and blog as homework?! That's something that I know I'd won't be complaining. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also the first time where the 10 okto students really try to juggle between school and work. I constantly remind myself that school comes first when workload just keeps increasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today. It's 5 weeks left. I guess I'll be counting down every week. I'd really miss school, miss classes, miss the awesome lecturers, miss the cold classrooms, miss my friends, miss 04. AHHHHHH! *wipes tears off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel the unwillingness to let go during the first nct tut. FIRST u know! Cuz pictures makes and celebrations makes us feel like a big family. And families stay together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-d7wjZvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oeSVkrnM_GM/s1600-h/8334_156747800668_537620668_2823658_1258037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-d7wjZvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oeSVkrnM_GM/s320/8334_156747800668_537620668_2823658_1258037_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396225462498453234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-dhLcFRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VmDWTP6Fyhs/s1600-h/8334_156747660668_537620668_2823642_1103825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-dhLcFRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VmDWTP6Fyhs/s320/8334_156747660668_537620668_2823642_1103825_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396225455363462418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-dTIdBQI/AAAAAAAAAuA/9OTqnYwSoL8/s1600-h/8334_156747795668_537620668_2823657_4736175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-dTIdBQI/AAAAAAAAAuA/9OTqnYwSoL8/s320/8334_156747795668_537620668_2823657_4736175_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396225451592844546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-dOVUMpI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Ln1NDZ9UESM/s1600-h/8334_156747690668_537620668_2823646_8161628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-dOVUMpI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Ln1NDZ9UESM/s320/8334_156747690668_537620668_2823646_8161628_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396225450304615058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-c-YljsI/AAAAAAAAAtw/k4dKKcWEdu4/s1600-h/8334_156747610668_537620668_2823636_1977701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-c-YljsI/AAAAAAAAAtw/k4dKKcWEdu4/s320/8334_156747610668_537620668_2823636_1977701_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396225446023368386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1557632907426579603?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1557632907426579603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1557632907426579603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1557632907426579603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1557632907426579603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/10/1st-week.html' title='1st week'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuM-d7wjZvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oeSVkrnM_GM/s72-c/8334_156747800668_537620668_2823658_1258037_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-4941222659006554951</id><published>2009-10-24T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:58:13.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! Youreka!</title><content type='html'>Just a few days ago, a few of us went for a exclusive Yahoo! bloggers’ event at Suntec City Tower 4. It is about the new Yahoo! homepage layout and of course, Youreka! I’m glad that I was able to be part of it. Tks to Ms Kwa and her contacts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what Youreka is about, it is a digital treasure hunt that allow users to win, have fun, learn and explore the web at the same time. An impossible 4-in-1 deal? Not with the technology now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you log on to www.youreka.com.sg, you find yourself greeted with countless little grids with cute pics in it. There are 392 unique grids or cubes. There are hidden coloured tickets for you to search. Well, these tickets are your ‘TREASURES’… you might just be the lucky winner to win a car! A CAR! It’s pretty easy. Other 100+ are links to websites and some cool stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like games, be it computer software games or simple physical activities, I’m all for it. And when I first saw the Youreka! page, the first thing that came to my mind was FUN! :D I couldn’t help but to start checking out the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an event on the 28th of November at the SG flyer. Guess I’ll be there to check it out! :) And hopefully.. *cross fingers* to WIN something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s great that SP Media and Comm students are able to be exposed to these talks, forum, sessions, events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but to say… YAH- HOOOOOOOOOO! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxhShhn-I/AAAAAAAAAto/6VvkTudX8Cs/s1600-h/9130_197542146424_548536424_4306218_2061077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxhShhn-I/AAAAAAAAAto/6VvkTudX8Cs/s320/9130_197542146424_548536424_4306218_2061077_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211226497884130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxhKfaDfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/tZ2POoQEDFI/s1600-h/6935_292424235243_819165243_9419347_6559189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxhKfaDfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/tZ2POoQEDFI/s320/6935_292424235243_819165243_9419347_6559189_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211224341515762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxg-SR_QI/AAAAAAAAAtY/zyYFheTOaHY/s1600-h/6935_292424095243_819165243_9419344_3797374_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxg-SR_QI/AAAAAAAAAtY/zyYFheTOaHY/s320/6935_292424095243_819165243_9419344_3797374_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211221065235714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxgmNtPbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/KY61tG_tRK4/s1600-h/youreaka+page+wins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxgmNtPbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/KY61tG_tRK4/s320/youreaka+page+wins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211214603599282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxgUfHrrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CGsQWW4Dilo/s1600-h/youreaka+page.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxgUfHrrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CGsQWW4Dilo/s320/youreaka+page.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211209844797106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ms kwa, Pat, Tania and Yahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4941222659006554951?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4941222659006554951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4941222659006554951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4941222659006554951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4941222659006554951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/10/yahoo-youreka.html' title='Yahoo! Youreka!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SuMxhShhn-I/AAAAAAAAAto/6VvkTudX8Cs/s72-c/9130_197542146424_548536424_4306218_2061077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-2389794073626021410</id><published>2009-10-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:07:42.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrated with my gals</title><content type='html'>And of course! It's just so great to celebrate with the people you've known for so long with the assurance that these people will be behind you supporting you all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this bunch of peeps. We've known one another for so long and through these years, we've developed this friendship bond that can never be broken. I look forward to each gathering with them as they make me feel so comfortable and they're able to channel my stress and frustrations with their presence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. They are the sweetest thing. But in a very funny and BRUTAL way. I knew they had something up their sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I met them, they asked me to drink this dunno what kind of drink. @#*%VY&amp;)@!T After much persuasion, I drank 1 sip. AHHHH! It's their concoction of Mac chilli, curry, whatever sauces you can think of. FRIENDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they led my to the SG flyer. Somehow or rather, they managed to snatch my wallet and took out my ic. They paid for my entrance fee and tadah! We are waiting for our cabin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the top, ok not really. They took out this small cake from Breadtalk and sang a birthday song! Haha. It's really funny cuz we sat in a small circle at one corner and asked me to hold my cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are unable to light up the candles, they brought a mini torch to substitute it. HAHA! Well, it was a lil awkward as they are SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE IN THE CABIN! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Xin Wang to makan our very late dinner. Chit chatted till past midnight. 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So appreciative that they took time out and celebrated this joyous occasion together with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a big group and we made A LOT of noise. When Ying and I reached Swensens, there were already about 10 of them there. Megat and Lee Yan took the same train but arrived later. Y? They were suppose to 'surprise' me. HAHA! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The only 'liaison' person is Ying2. And BEST. She didn't bring her phone that day. HAHA! So farni. Had to use MY phone to call sam (who was at Swensens) and pass the phone to Ying. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! But it was STILL a surprise. I was so happy these awesome people were able to celebrate with me. :D Thank you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was 4. &lt;br /&gt;Cake was 4.5.&lt;br /&gt;Company was 5!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyment was 5! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sam and Ying and WT for planning this Swensens celebration. Heart u guys lah.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sam and Ying for the lovely jigsaw present.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you Sam, Ying, WT, dex for the Stikfas presents. I can't wait to fix em.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ms Nga, My 4eva idol for the TVB DVD! *excited* :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Aaron for your present. :D (It was the 'highlight' of the dinner cann..)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nadine, Megat, Shireen, Aaron, Vera, Ying, Ms Nga, Dexter, Samantha, Wen Ting, Jovis, Lee Yan and Aileen for the cake and laughter you guys brought! &lt;br /&gt;And of course, Thank you all who wished me through sms, facebook, twitter all. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNadpMsu4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/z3NIeX4Gaec/s1600-h/12102009084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNadpMsu4I/AAAAAAAAAr4/z3NIeX4Gaec/s320/12102009084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391752644214438786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNadL7F1zI/AAAAAAAAArw/vJpVb8T6eoA/s1600-h/7233_171678123763_719793763_3704017_4160852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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It was so nice of him to treat us to dinner. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe 2000 at M Hotel looked really nice. Really cosy and just so... nice. We chose the buffet dinner. WOAH.. Was so full after that lah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an average range of selection. The food they served were relatively of good choices. But the taste of the food were disappointing. It definitely not what I thought it would be. Salmon was good though. Desserts were not bad. I tried the various kinds of cheese too! Haha. Crayfish and prawns were fresh lah. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the lame jokes from GT. And all of them were laughing at my lip-peeling habit and how it will affect me finding a future bf! LOL. Had so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Just when I least expected.. The bdae cake came. He paid the bill and I really thought we could just leave like that. I was surprised. Really. Haha! Thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was a small chocolate cake. This dessert TOPS the rest and the entire dinner because it was the thought that came from their hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS817QS4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bDALQJ2QqC4/s1600-h/07102009069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS817QS4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bDALQJ2QqC4/s320/07102009069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391744384113855362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe 2000 at M Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS-BCee2I/AAAAAAAAAog/xpjRdF9ZJdk/s1600-h/07102009075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS-BCee2I/AAAAAAAAAog/xpjRdF9ZJdk/s320/07102009075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391744404276804450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS9f9YjmI/AAAAAAAAAoY/1CTg0XvlFJ4/s1600-h/07102009070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS9f9YjmI/AAAAAAAAAoY/1CTg0XvlFJ4/s320/07102009070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391744395397074530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS-qsYrQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zqW9_4A137I/s1600-h/07102009077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS-qsYrQI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zqW9_4A137I/s320/07102009077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391744415458438402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet surprise bdae cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS_NaltLI/AAAAAAAAAow/pVygH3GAM8o/s1600-h/07102009079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS_NaltLI/AAAAAAAAAow/pVygH3GAM8o/s320/07102009079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391744424779035826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5961923226027423281?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5961923226027423281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5961923226027423281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5961923226027423281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5961923226027423281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/10/celebrated-with-george-teo.html' title='Celebrated with George Teo'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/StNS817QS4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bDALQJ2QqC4/s72-c/07102009069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-2947150233342016914</id><published>2009-10-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:34:14.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Just celebrated my birthday in the most wonderful way! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated with family and friends. Love the company from all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH! I really enjoyed myself with you guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post them later.. Plus Prez Star Charity! Wuahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2947150233342016914?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2947150233342016914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2947150233342016914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2947150233342016914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2947150233342016914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-1851764066068636155</id><published>2009-10-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:29:03.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>festival</title><content type='html'>I like my mooncakes. *sinful..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1851764066068636155?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1851764066068636155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1851764066068636155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1851764066068636155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1851764066068636155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/10/festival.html' title='festival'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7140233171535535605</id><published>2009-10-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:27:08.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Went to visit him at the hospital today. After weeks of drama, ups and downs. I finally found that missing tear gland buried deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so drama. I almost lost him. I felt like one of the characters in some TVB family feud drama. Hai. What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? I still don't understand how life freakkin works. What's the point of staying so healthy? Whats the point of earning so much money? When one illness hits you, THATS IT! Sigh. It makes me wonder about the facts and pursuits in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Live life as if it is your last.&lt;/span&gt; I'm a strong believer of this sentence. Which is why I give myself a few hours of excessive emo-ness and after that, its fun peace joy and laughters. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I just wanna gain back my elder who once saved my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7140233171535535605?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7140233171535535605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7140233171535535605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7140233171535535605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7140233171535535605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7843702635735539157</id><published>2009-09-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:03:57.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie</title><content type='html'>Life interning is great so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workloads are coming in but still can cope. :D Great thing is that I got to learn After Effects! And I'm actually really loving it. I got to relive my childhood hobby of drawing. Simple projects but I feel 'SMART'. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to squeeze time today to watch FAME after work. &lt;br /&gt;If you have not watch, please don't. I personally didn't like it. The plot esp. The no.1 prob is that there are too many characters to focus on! And each depicting a somewhat similar problem: Climbing to Fame, dealing with the perception of a career in Performing Arts. Like 7 different lives all cramped into an hour plus? It didn't hit and hour and I'm already checking my watch, fidgeting around. Ying thought it was not bad. I thought it was BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not-too-bad songs and some relatively nice shots. No doubt, I do enjoy watching the finale where they singed and danced. But it wasn't good enough to cover up for my 6 bucks tix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to watch it another time (online) and 'Changed' it to my own. It's good to learn WHY some drama-climb-to-fame stories don't work while some just hit blockbusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt something. To treasure life. To live and lead your own life. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7843702635735539157?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7843702635735539157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7843702635735539157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7843702635735539157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7843702635735539157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie.html' title='movie'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4136783567148959299</id><published>2009-09-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:03:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away.</title><content type='html'>It was all fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger led me to tears. Breathe... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4136783567148959299?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4136783567148959299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4136783567148959299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4136783567148959299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4136783567148959299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-away.html' title='Go away.'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-8171008095286299893</id><published>2009-09-20T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:42:11.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week</title><content type='html'>Woo! It's been 3 days interning at MCS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda fun and working with your peers is a plus. Cracking our brains for ideas and calling people up these 3 days are manageable. But for the few months to come.. I believe the 10 of us CAN DO IT! Well, No pain no gain mah. *excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spammed the post-its and pasted it all over the office. Ideas, pending info, confirmed ones, contacts, EVERYTHING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its great when I have a straight bus there! Wuahahaha.(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm blasting my new speakers in my room now. OMG! So shiok! MY entire room is trembling. The bass is awesome! Woo! Makes me wanna dance and sing along. Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8171008095286299893?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8171008095286299893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8171008095286299893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8171008095286299893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8171008095286299893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-week.html' title='First week'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-8289397159512100076</id><published>2009-09-06T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:16:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Hi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been updating emo posts. Haha. And thank you to those who cared about me and asked me if I'm ok. Appreciated it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what was event 3 and 4. Haha! But I'll just update all at one shot lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl kok! You're gonna leave soon. TAKE CARE K!!! :D You better use my present horr cuz I expect one back! Hehe. Jk. Have fun sia! Come back, meet up and continue our emo talks! Stupid bitch! I'm gonna slap your spastic face soon. :D Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP49IoDBnI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kLRSg46CVc4/s1600-h/7823_156280106130_511016130_3926385_2734433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP49IoDBnI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kLRSg46CVc4/s320/7823_156280106130_511016130_3926385_2734433_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378416109181666930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone lousy lah! Have fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Next. Since Samantha, Ying and I have no life this holiday, we decided to just go out and roam SG. Sat the SG flyer. I felt it was just a one-time experience and it's enough. Not bad if it's $10, but if you're gonna pay like 30 bucks for it? Nah. Please don't. You'll regret it. I'm lazy to upload the photos as usual. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think. Went out with crazy people as usual. Laughed and just be plain crazy with them. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! As promised, here are some of the long awaited photos from the past events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Kwa's BBQ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3TNpnOeI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/IkX__jNofT4/s1600-h/6215_146830255585_708255585_3889816_5647639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3TNpnOeI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/IkX__jNofT4/s320/6215_146830255585_708255585_3889816_5647639_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378414289464277474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was random and done v fast. It takes SKILLS to do this. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3SN2aJ8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/HvJSSO3BKPU/s1600-h/6215_146830190585_708255585_3889808_4630418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3SN2aJ8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/HvJSSO3BKPU/s320/6215_146830190585_708255585_3889808_4630418_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378414272338077634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3RXfbzTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aNHlRKSHYqs/s1600-h/6215_146829770585_708255585_3889741_2714797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3RXfbzTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/aNHlRKSHYqs/s320/6215_146829770585_708255585_3889741_2714797_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378414257746201906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3Q3NchKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/z-wSgh9h1NM/s1600-h/6215_146829730585_708255585_3889734_856590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3Q3NchKI/AAAAAAAAAm4/z-wSgh9h1NM/s320/6215_146829730585_708255585_3889734_856590_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378414249080816802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3QZaZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAmw/YljobT2vkTM/s1600-h/5812_121118920887_627955887_2497247_3313822_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP3QZaZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAmw/YljobT2vkTM/s320/5812_121118920887_627955887_2497247_3313822_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378414241082106226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec dip screening was a success! I loved all the films. Each depicted a different side of life. A different angle. A different emotion. Though our film almost gave us a heart attack. Haha! Kudos to Ying and Leon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4VzFnVTI/AAAAAAAAAn4/rbYK9nKCEbs/s1600-h/6736_242579535243_819165243_8565089_4745330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4VzFnVTI/AAAAAAAAAn4/rbYK9nKCEbs/s320/6736_242579535243_819165243_8565089_4745330_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378415433385202994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last batch of Spec dip class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4VTIRIUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/vDicyIul_V4/s1600-h/6736_242579560243_819165243_8565094_1127522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4VTIRIUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/vDicyIul_V4/s320/6736_242579560243_819165243_8565094_1127522_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378415424806396226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a pity Syawal and Yoga couldn't be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4VJcGTGI/AAAAAAAAAno/qKE8kaSlrXY/s1600-h/6736_242579595243_819165243_8565099_4047910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4VJcGTGI/AAAAAAAAAno/qKE8kaSlrXY/s320/6736_242579595243_819165243_8565099_4047910_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378415422205217890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing... "X"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Final Destination 4 in 3D. My first FD movie, but not the first 3D movie. As its my first FD movie, I think it's not bad. The right amount of GORE and thrill. Though at some points I couldn't take it. Haha! Lucky Lee Yan recommended me to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel what is so special about all FD movies is that it is being so successfully done in a way where there isn't a need to have a villain, a clown or a murderer. And definitely not someone who has split personality. Tastefully using everyday items and events to make the unexpected happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the 3D effects, it really does makes a difference. The previous 3D movie (Ice age 3) was a waste of money. 2D was enough for that animation. Gore shows needs the 3D element! Blood oozing out, pieces of human meat flying across your eyes, explosion debris increasing in size. Love it. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Proposal right before FD. Quite a fruitful day I must say.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then Cycling at ECP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4UoBJoMI/AAAAAAAAAng/XneGJqlm5wo/s1600-h/6335_149246470585_708255585_3926158_7990035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4UoBJoMI/AAAAAAAAAng/XneGJqlm5wo/s320/6335_149246470585_708255585_3926158_7990035_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378415413233819842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4UEno5DI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-mPKDtwqTAM/s1600-h/5335_147608720585_708255585_3903513_957929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP4UEno5DI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-mPKDtwqTAM/s320/5335_147608720585_708255585_3903513_957929_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378415403731575858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a farewell dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP49VUjH2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZqhD6UysnQs/s1600-h/7823_156280116130_511016130_3926387_7152960_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP49VUjH2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZqhD6UysnQs/s320/7823_156280116130_511016130_3926387_7152960_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378416112589545314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8289397159512100076?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8289397159512100076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8289397159512100076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8289397159512100076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8289397159512100076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SqP49IoDBnI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kLRSg46CVc4/s72-c/7823_156280106130_511016130_3926385_2734433_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-435385478229636283</id><published>2009-08-30T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:58:16.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I have magical hands</title><content type='html'>Today is a not so good day. Today is a sad day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm called heartless once again. Now, I'm called cold blooded. Honestly, I think I am a little but I don't understand either. I have my reasons, I have my excuses but they don't seem to be able to compensate this darn sucky feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of it, grandma had a fever. A pretty high one too. I hope I can endure the pain on her behalf and free her from the tons of meds she has to take prior to this fever. At such an old age, grandma has to go through all the tiredness, exhaustion, breathless. Sigh. Seeing her wrinkled eyes shutting so tightly, clutching her hands on the armrest of her wheelchair, I really wish I have magical hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I hope everything is gonna be fine. I wish, I pray for all my loved ones to be safe as I cannot take another fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Whoever you are, wherever you are. Grant me my wish. My one and only wish. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-435385478229636283?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/435385478229636283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=435385478229636283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/435385478229636283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/435385478229636283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-have-magical-hands.html' title='I wish I have magical hands'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-714285440583768513</id><published>2009-08-29T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:35:54.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if we hold on together</title><content type='html'>If we hold on together.&lt;br /&gt;I am HOOKED to this song. So much emotions flowing just listening to this song. And Oh. The Nokia music store is kinda cool. Just that the downloading part is rather slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! There are so many things I wanna share and update! And I believe there are more! Woo! So happy that I'm Free. Wuahahaha! But this also means that I'm gonna be damn eng. So if you are reading this, please call me and lets go out! :D Life is all about fun and making full use of every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rant about some things first. Haha. Let me 'emo-nemo' (As quoted from Jovis) a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Through all these years, esp this year. I've learnt a lot. Mentally and spiritually. I don't know how I'll react when it really happens, but all I know that it have not really sank in. I assure you that I'm not hiding, I have no idea either. But I do feel guilty not feeling the way I should. Sigh. All things have to come at one go. These incidents have taught me one thing. TO ENJOY LIFE. I cannot emphasize this more. If the person/thing/event don't interest you or its just too boring, then just Leave! Cuz Life is too short for regrets and sorrows. We are so immune to this harsh, fast-paced life. I couldn't take a step back and really see things in a different way the last time. But now, I did and it was inspiring. You should too. Small lil things that makes your life happier. It works! Well, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Aunty Flo is done ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event no. 1: &lt;br /&gt;BBQ at Ms Kwa's condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. I enjoyed that day very much. The food, the fun and of course the companion of all. Had so much fun. Food was good, esp the $15 beef. Haha! It was the food topic of the day. "The $15 beef! Must try Must try!" LOL. I liked the satay and the chunks of meat. And tks to the few chefs there. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was both Vera and Mikh birthday. 2 choco cakes were fab as desserts. Oh man. I love these moments. Life is great like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event no. 2:&lt;br /&gt;Cycling at ECP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I cycle ok! Not really good, but yah! Improved. Can proudly tell mum that her dearest daughter can cycle. And it was Matt's turn to learn. Not bad for a beginner. But it was sad, Ying and I had to leave to finish up our spec dip. BUTTT.. Bedok Blk 85 bah chor mee is AWESOME. Something to die for i tell you. So surduppp, so shiok! Ai yoh. Love it. And the porridge. Damn nice. Never hand such good food for a long time. But the 'mussels' ying ordered, I think I had lao sai-ed cuz of that. Was I the ONLY one that tasted sand?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event no. 3:&lt;br /&gt;Event no. 4: &lt;br /&gt;Both next post ok? I wanna go eat snacks now. Haha! And photos next post also. Not as if ppl read my blog. K bye Flo! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-714285440583768513?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/714285440583768513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=714285440583768513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/714285440583768513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/714285440583768513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-we-hold-on-together.html' title='if we hold on together'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7571166641137299246</id><published>2009-08-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:01:09.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Yay! Its OFFICIAL Holiday! WOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just left with spec dip. And yay! I think it should be fine lah. &lt;br /&gt;Sun BBQ, mon cycling and tadah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't wait. The feeling of having freedom back is so so great! AFter all the weeks of hardwork, sleepless nights, ups and downs. &lt;br /&gt;Gonna do something I like before work comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Do you believe what mediums, fortune tellers say? How true are their words man?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7571166641137299246?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7571166641137299246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7571166641137299246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7571166641137299246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7571166641137299246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-5953361023963561521</id><published>2009-08-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:33:44.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I feel like shouting to the world and ask it to stop. Please. Just for a while. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Life still goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world care?! What they heck do they care for?! Who are you for them to care about?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world am I living in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself this question time and time again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow, we learn. As we mature, we see. As we learn, we fall. That's life. Suck it in Flo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5953361023963561521?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5953361023963561521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5953361023963561521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5953361023963561521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5953361023963561521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh_17.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-9078617712431173736</id><published>2009-08-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:29:38.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man..</title><content type='html'>Damn. Another one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?! Why?! Why?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-9078617712431173736?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/9078617712431173736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=9078617712431173736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9078617712431173736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9078617712431173736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-man.html' title='oh man..'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-6638698637888107974</id><published>2009-08-17T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:28:28.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CASS Got talent</title><content type='html'>Cass Got talent. Went to support my friends. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they didn't win, but I'm proud of them. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Holland V was up next as we couldn't really decide where to go but we wanted to sit down and chit-chat. The night was too young. So we headed down to Coffeebean at Holland V to just sit and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said. These are the moments that I'll never forget. I'll miss this whole crazy bunch of people. Oh man... We're graduating soon and every moment with them is so precious. I love these gatherings where we talk, laugh and just have fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE1AHFXRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JxX3_1yLLLE/s1600-h/6215_140885755585_708255585_3812931_6176972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE1AHFXRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JxX3_1yLLLE/s320/6215_140885755585_708255585_3812931_6176972_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370970076713671954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE014LRTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-pdZLbcPoGo/s1600-h/6215_140885720585_708255585_3812927_7161270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE014LRTI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-pdZLbcPoGo/s320/6215_140885720585_708255585_3812927_7161270_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370970073966789938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE0edCupI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yUQvIIOjyVQ/s1600-h/6215_140885690585_708255585_3812922_6566268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE0edCupI/AAAAAAAAAmY/yUQvIIOjyVQ/s320/6215_140885690585_708255585_3812922_6566268_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370970067678968466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE0ES6TsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bh0vrl7rn2k/s1600-h/6215_140885460585_708255585_3812895_11843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE0ES6TsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bh0vrl7rn2k/s320/6215_140885460585_708255585_3812895_11843_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370970060657151682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys! Keep in touch ok? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6638698637888107974?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6638698637888107974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6638698637888107974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6638698637888107974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6638698637888107974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/cass-got-talent.html' title='CASS Got talent'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SomE1AHFXRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JxX3_1yLLLE/s72-c/6215_140885755585_708255585_3812931_6176972_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-8410729506054408575</id><published>2009-08-11T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:19:10.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Well. Another message came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?! That's really all I can say. I don't want a call coming the last minute. I don't think I'll be able to take it. Well, if not me, please at least see them? I'm worried for them, esp my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I strong or is that called heartless? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats life. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8410729506054408575?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8410729506054408575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8410729506054408575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8410729506054408575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8410729506054408575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh_11.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7420559966775468997</id><published>2009-08-09T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:57:26.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Ok. A not-so-emo post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for school to be over. But then again, I don't want it to end so soon. Haha! Enjoy. Enjoy while I can. Enjoy life and live each day as if its your last. ;P Tks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of projects to do. And time is always never enough. I wanna go gym for a long time! and swimming. I've not been swimming lately. ARGH. Now now now.. What to do during the holidays? Work? Nah.. PLAY first. AND MEET UP WITH FRIENDS. YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet alot alot alot of people. I wanna join some org or so community or some sports or some dance or something! Shall make my life more meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Threadless is addictive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its back to work now. Bb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7420559966775468997?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7420559966775468997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7420559966775468997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7420559966775468997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7420559966775468997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-9198506986117109461</id><published>2009-08-08T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:18:10.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you know</title><content type='html'>If you knew you won't die in 1 piece, would you rather die now or wait till your very last day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-9198506986117109461?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/9198506986117109461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=9198506986117109461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9198506986117109461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9198506986117109461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-know.html' title='if you know'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-244408165936322955</id><published>2009-08-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:21:17.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>This world is unpredictable. This live is full of surprises. This journey is something that we all have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you gave me happiness, added colours to my life. Everything was bright. Everyone was cheerful. Then as I grew older, you took some of that away and replaced it with sadness and anger. I begged to relive the old times where I cry to get my way. 1 day. Just 1 day. But you never gave it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, when you really thought I was ok. You had to struck me with another one. Something which I hope I can cover my ears and just shun away from everything. U think I can, but I beg to differ. The only gratefulness that I can say is that you gave this responsibility to be that person. To be Flora Yeo. And rest assured. I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a place to be in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-244408165936322955?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/244408165936322955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=244408165936322955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/244408165936322955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/244408165936322955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-506439450888099147</id><published>2009-07-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:12:24.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>I had the chance and I blew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the perfect opportunity and I chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost there. 1 more step and all my doubts will be cleared. But I hesitated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was holding me back. Conscience. That was it. The indescribable feeling that stopped me from continuing the last step. I hated that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was controlling my thoughts, my mind and my actions. But it failed to control my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day where I was put to the test. Ethics VS Answers. I chose the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I knew that there won't be a 2nd time and I will have to find my own answers to my doubts through a different method. I just couldn't finish the last step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry yet proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror, fear and anger will soon engulf me but I deserve it. I chose this path. I am ready for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-506439450888099147?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/506439450888099147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=506439450888099147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/506439450888099147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/506439450888099147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/07/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2365749208397236054</id><published>2009-07-23T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:32:35.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TVB</title><content type='html'>It's weird that I had this sudden rush to see my TVB idols again. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis informed me about the evening TVB meet and greet session at Bugis Junction in the afternoon. Though the people I called weren't able to accompany me, I still went ahead with it, with a mindset of collecting their autographs. And its Charmaine Sheh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first. OMG! The worst crowd management I've ever been. Not well planned, lousy barricade set ups and of course, UGLY SINGAPOREANS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to squeeze so badly, worst than a bloody sardine in a tin can. Gosh. People were literally stepping on my foot. I was afraid there would be a stampede or something. AND BLOODY UGLY SINGAPOREANS! Makes me BOILLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U see, I was there alone, listening to my ipod as I waited patiently to get up close with my long awaited idols and I am with weird and uncouth people around me. This teenager with her mom was so... Barbaric! I can't think of any words to describe their behaviour. -.-/ It just makes me see how nasty and ugly people can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to it. YAY! They FINALLY arrived. Charmaine Sheh, Sonija Kwok and Moses Chan came to Singapore to promote their upcoming shows. *Can't wait. Sang songs and played games with fans. 1 was one of the 3000+ fans waiting under the heat. Siao. Totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ya. Lazy to type. See the pics I took. :D They aren't in order. I'm lazy to go organise them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimWVfHfnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MKq5B1hwfjA/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimWVfHfnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MKq5B1hwfjA/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718259039567474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonija Kwok singing! Shes pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimWLOJSII/AAAAAAAAAlY/m9-be6Q4M7s/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimWLOJSII/AAAAAAAAAlY/m9-be6Q4M7s/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718256284027010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best CU I could get from Moses Chan. He really do know how to interact with the crowd. Good PR skills. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Sminc5H7xDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eg_5Lvl9npk/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Sminc5H7xDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eg_5Lvl9npk/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361719471196849202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile so sweet. Shes farni lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmindGnHl8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/BMiz-eQDyXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmindGnHl8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/BMiz-eQDyXQ/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361719474817308610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first stop. So typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmincSDrg2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/wVCUcMgCoDA/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmincSDrg2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/wVCUcMgCoDA/s320/IMG_0326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361719460710024034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing against the board. (I wonder how much does it cost to blow out this pic to this size sia)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmincCoQZaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SouSe32lNII/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmincCoQZaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SouSe32lNII/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361719456568468898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Sminb38KNvI/AAAAAAAAAlo/c4E-YIcrNfk/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Sminb38KNvI/AAAAAAAAAlo/c4E-YIcrNfk/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361719453699159794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Charmaine Sheh so cute! They were playing some kind of colour treasure hunt. She took one of the fan's camera and took a picture of herself. AHHH. *envious* Should see the video. So farni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmilgjGEsjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0Y9pff_JPQg/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmilgjGEsjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/0Y9pff_JPQg/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717334979686962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimV2PGfvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4ujpL7AaaMs/s1600-h/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimV2PGfvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/4ujpL7AaaMs/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718250650894066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimVjAIU_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/44fODPiVxC0/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimVjAIU_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/44fODPiVxC0/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718245487825906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimVZGNQ9I/AAAAAAAAAlA/gomAmVGJzr4/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimVZGNQ9I/AAAAAAAAAlA/gomAmVGJzr4/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718242828960722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Smilg-XU24I/AAAAAAAAAk4/f_T6Hk_OjqM/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Smilg-XU24I/AAAAAAAAAk4/f_T6Hk_OjqM/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717342299806594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmilgYD60yI/AAAAAAAAAko/-0SVCC74yFE/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmilgYD60yI/AAAAAAAAAko/-0SVCC74yFE/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717332017861410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmilgPwztPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HuGwP85d-u0/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmilgPwztPI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HuGwP85d-u0/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717329790219506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Smilf7XWlwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/b-jUz5Aw9Q8/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Smilf7XWlwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/b-jUz5Aw9Q8/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717324314744578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first photo I took that day. Charmaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://video2.channelnewsasia.com/cnavideos/chineseplayer.asp?skin=Player1.swf&amp;player=chineseplayer.swf&amp;filename=xinET_072109_tvb%20autograph.flv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;here&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website to... &lt;br /&gt;1) See what Charmaine did to make the crowd LOL! So farni and cute! &lt;br /&gt;2) Spot me. But I doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I've added 3 new photos into my TVB autographed celebs photos. Now, theres 9 diff autographed photos and 15 ones. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS NOT WORTH IT! I think my fangalism for TVB has died down. I just want their autograph. I don't even scream for them like before. But oh well. Left straight away and don't want to go for the next session the following day. MADNESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2365749208397236054?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2365749208397236054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2365749208397236054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2365749208397236054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2365749208397236054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/07/tvb.html' title='TVB'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SmimWVfHfnI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MKq5B1hwfjA/s72-c/IMG_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-207802283183215351</id><published>2009-07-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:31:28.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Edwin.</title><content type='html'>I never want to step into that place again. I really don't want to. It's scary, solemn and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been that upset for a friend in my life. It's been a long time since I cried like a helpless baby. Constantly sniffing away. I reused and reused my soaked tissue paper to wipe the tears of my swollen eyes. I didn't care. Neither did the people there did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard. The last goodbye was really hard. It was then when I couldn't control holding back my tears anymore. IT just flowed and flowed and flowed. As I walk down, following the queue. I saw his coffin appearing, inch by inch. I walked forward to see his face for the last time. He was lying there with his eyes closed. He looked just like before, just more handsome. He was beautifully made. It was the first time I looked at every inch of his face. From his forehead to his eyes to his lips. I just stared and cried uncontrollably. "Goodbye Edwin. Flora will miss you." And I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the hardest goodbye. I went to hug Wendy there after. She hugged me so tight, so deep, that made me cried out loud. It was a passionate and sincere hug. We just both cried in each others' arms. Nobody needed to say a word. We just needed support from one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a life changing moment. I just wanted to thank the people around me for all the support and love. You won't understand how I felt till you've experienced it personally. I thought I was strong enough, but was in fact one of the first to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying is easy, having your love ones to live with the fact is difficult. Committing suicide is the most irresponsible thing a person can do. Life, if you don't take control of it, it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-207802283183215351?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/207802283183215351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=207802283183215351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/207802283183215351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/207802283183215351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-edwin_11.html' title='RIP Edwin.'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-1154095561447786894</id><published>2009-07-10T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:19:04.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Edwin.</title><content type='html'>I've just lost a dear friend. Something which came to me unexpectedly. Received 3 missed calls and 1 message. Christine said that Edwin passed away yesterday. He fainted in his home toilet and could not be revived since then. I heard that there might be a cause of heart failure. A stunning young man who was like a brother to me left this earth. Peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to react. This feeling is weird, indescribable. A little shocked I would say. I thought I will be ok, till a few hours ago. Listening to my ipod on the way back home, I couldn't help but to think of Ed, the laughter and wisdom he brought to me. I teared. I really couldn't control it. I am really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the first time I really cried for a friend. The first time where I really experienced sadness. Throughout the day, I teared a little now and then. On my way out of school, walking past the National Lib, ordering stuffs and in the bus. But when I reached home, I couldn't stop. Tears just kept flowing and flowing. As I am typing this, my hands are shaking and tears are flowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school this morning, I saw this casket van driving past. I was speechless. 'Was that for Ed?' 'Can he fit into that?' Then I sank into emo mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unpredictable. 25 year old. It shouldn't be him. He deserves more than just 25 years of life. One can just go like that. So sudden, so abrupt and devastating. Questions pop up: What happens if I die tomorrow? Why do the good people leave? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live everyday as if its your last. I won't regret the times spent with him. I just wanna say thank you to this wonderful buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ed: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you. You were like a buddy, an elder brother to me. You gave me ideas for my project, helped me when I needed help and parted your wisdom to me. Taking the same train home with you after TC sessions were one of the best times we had. You wanted to pass me the two complimentary tix, thanks. I remembered you said that you want that inner star in you to come out on stage. Ed, in our hearts, you'llalways be that star that shines brightly on stage. The one that glows and bring light to the rest. RIP Edwin. I'll miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SldauUM46lI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eG9ajtm404s/s1600-h/edwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SldauUM46lI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eG9ajtm404s/s320/edwin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356850033523747410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Edwin Lim&lt;br /&gt;1984 - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9x0Ox_B0U2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9x0Ox_B0U2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye you tall one! Remember my wave that I thought you k? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1154095561447786894?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1154095561447786894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1154095561447786894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1154095561447786894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1154095561447786894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-edwin.html' title='RIP Edwin.'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SldauUM46lI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eG9ajtm404s/s72-c/edwin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-4297069168776036414</id><published>2009-07-01T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:06:21.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlo</title><content type='html'>Haha. Yeah. Finally one not-so-emo post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Projects are not done yet and worst still. I am sick! HAHAA. I had a bloody sudden fever on Sun. So mon and tues MC. (Stupid doc, stand so far away from me, hi aunty, u wearin mask arldy, can face me while talking to me?) I think she thinks I have H1N1 or smth. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Today is Wed. FIANLLY going back to school. Cabbed there not because I am late. It's because I had fainting spells in the mrning. Mummy says cuz I'm weak. Gotta take more iron. Ok. Fine, Fine. All ok. THEN CAME AFTERNOON... -.- Walked in the Cass office, shit. My hands and legs ALL OF A SUDDEN started to feel numb. And it slowly spreads. Haha. the normal me won't feel like that at all lah. Sam said "go home lah lorla! Later u get shocked! (I was laughing at her) REALLY! Serious! You better go home lah!" &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Not long, I looked at my palms. WUAHAHAH! It was white! So pale that I can hardly see bloody flowing. LOL. I was laughing yet a little afraid. I don't wanna faint like the other time lah! Embarassing. Anyway. I was STRONGLY STRONGLY advised to go home. So I did. And because of this. I couldn't go for spec dip filming today. Sigh. Was looking forward to the split screen shoots. :( Took a cab home and tadah! $40++ spent on cab fare today. Great. I am broke now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah. I am ok. :D TY. &lt;br /&gt;Oh. Projects not done. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. I love ppl who update their blogs regularly. Cuz I don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4297069168776036414?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4297069168776036414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4297069168776036414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4297069168776036414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4297069168776036414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/07/harlo.html' title='Harlo'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7079532035442274844</id><published>2009-06-27T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:48:49.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learnt my lesson</title><content type='html'>I've answered my own questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As corny as it may sounds, but these few words helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great man once said: " Every event has a purpose and every setback is a lesson. I have realised that failure, whether of the personal, professional or even spiritual kind, is essential to personal expansion. It brings inner growth and a whole host of psychic rewards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to smile my way through now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7079532035442274844?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7079532035442274844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7079532035442274844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7079532035442274844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7079532035442274844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-learnt-my-lesson.html' title='I&apos;ve learnt my lesson'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-836784979191934611</id><published>2009-06-25T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:51:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just don't really get it. I don't understand what adults are thinking. &lt;br /&gt;I want to blog about SO MANY things, but too lazy to do so. Sigh. Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inner rage is building. Fast. I hope I can tahan for now. ARGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing. What exactly is society promoting? We? We are just victims of its victory. Sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I were emo-ing at Kopitiam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how many people say "thank you uncle/aunty" or "xie xie" to those uncles and auntys who clear the plates for you? Though its thier job, but they are not even appreciated! What a dirty world. Speechless. &lt;br /&gt;I think those kind of jobs are one of the most respected jobs. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be someone big or rich to make someone's day. A simple gesture or greeting will brighten someone's day. Try that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It doesn't help when things arn't getting better. ARGH. Just go away. I don't even want to see your face. Your face just makes me boil. I hate it when you call my name. ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHHHHH. Damnit. So affected by it. Hate it. Doesn't even worth my concern and bloody hell, it affects me the most. ARGH. So emo right now. -.-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more. Tons of projects not done. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Bring me to a land of peace. A place of tranquil, peace and quiet. Anybody. &lt;br /&gt;The rubberband has stretch to its limit. I can't snap now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-836784979191934611?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/836784979191934611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=836784979191934611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/836784979191934611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/836784979191934611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-249479739731007746</id><published>2009-06-21T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:09:31.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>Hey. Not sure if you're reading this. But yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. Thank you. I'm glad that you trust me and share it with me. Willing to hear your rants or random stuff anytime. Hoped I've helped. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I think you should not stop whatever you're doing now. I think you are doing great at it and will only be better. It's just a matter of where and when. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind me lah hor, don't really know the full picture and not sure if I'm saying this right. But, repaying a favour shouldn't be whats holding you back. Life is too short lah. It's hard. I know. It is a matter of give and take what. And I think you've done your part already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that you know yourself well. Cuz I don't. :D Then go for it man! It's time to do be a lil 'selfish' after all that. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aiyo. Scully all my words no use again like the tears the other time. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-249479739731007746?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/249479739731007746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=249479739731007746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/249479739731007746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/249479739731007746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7525745174769004436</id><published>2009-06-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:59:49.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get lost</title><content type='html'>I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!! ARGHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OFF MY LIFE. PLEASE. FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED. ANGRY AND TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7525745174769004436?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7525745174769004436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7525745174769004436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7525745174769004436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7525745174769004436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-lost.html' title='get lost'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-1168953642914595935</id><published>2009-06-16T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:41:27.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wah</title><content type='html'>It's nearing 3am and here I am NOT doing work but blogging. &lt;br /&gt;Mum's gonna nag at me again. "Ms yeo! Go and sleepppp! Look at the time now! .. Blar blar blar..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending $$ on movies these few days. I want to watch THIS and wanna watch THAT. Let me recall the more recent ones.&lt;br /&gt;- Dance Subaru&lt;br /&gt;- Ghosts of girlfriends past&lt;br /&gt;- Monsters VS ailens&lt;br /&gt;- Night at the museum 2&lt;br /&gt;- Hannah montana the movie&lt;br /&gt;- Terminator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies that I wanna catch:&lt;br /&gt;- Transformers 2&lt;br /&gt;- The taking of pelham 123&lt;br /&gt;- UP in 3D&lt;br /&gt;- Ice age 3 in 3D&lt;br /&gt;- The proposal&lt;br /&gt;- Man on wire&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;- Trail of the panda&lt;br /&gt;- Duplicity&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter ... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never ending. I just like watching it on the big screen and spent time with friends. Like the recent ones with sam, nadine, matt, wt, jov, priya, wals, carissa, judy. The best part? I can still sleep in some of the shows. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm getting severe back ache sia. And dumbness. I suspect I'm getting dumber by the minute, and of course, the forgetfulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I kinda got back the initial interest and enthusiasm for our campaign after meeting with some really important people. :D They are nice and yep. A couple of brianstorming to be done. But looking forward to it. Sounds fun to me. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out for a meal, or movie with you! yes! Whoever is reading this. I wanna catch up with friends cuz I think staying at home in my messy room is boring. Yah lah. Besides doing project work. Even a macdonals meal is fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really appreciating school life now. A few more months and phoof! The yr 3s are gone. Yet another batch being thrown into the harsh, brutal, fatal workforce. I thought over and over and over. &lt;br /&gt;What's the next step after DMC? I HAD an answer but now, I am really unsure. Whatever the choice, I believe that there is ALWAYS time to learn and study. Life is short, but never short for the believers. Oh well. Think of that later. Do the more immediate stuffs first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Another idea that we can do. Okay. Just thought of it. Genting photos another day lah. Bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1168953642914595935?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1168953642914595935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1168953642914595935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1168953642914595935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1168953642914595935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/06/wah.html' title='wah'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-850160000775452454</id><published>2009-06-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:54:01.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Genting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun and I love the weather there! SO SHIOK! The first thing i notice when I was back in SG was the hot, humid singapore weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Got to get back to work now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pictures and blog some time later. I'm too tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-850160000775452454?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/850160000775452454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=850160000775452454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/850160000775452454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/850160000775452454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2679171716771315085</id><published>2009-06-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:13:52.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP_kVGz9UI/AAAAAAAAAkI/1HAj1_89CC4/s1600-h/icm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP_kVGz9UI/AAAAAAAAAkI/1HAj1_89CC4/s320/icm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342394582597629250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! ICM pitch is finally over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, I think we could fare better and I would'nt let that STUPID mistake happen. I seriously can't forgive myself for that really STUPID mistake! ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;But overall, besides all the 'war of the WORDS' by assessors, I though it was quite fun. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I think seeing us dressed so formal and professionl makes us look damn 'sart'. Woosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some last minutes and changes here and there, somehow we managed to tie it in lah. JUST FOR THAT STUPID MISTAKE I MADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then together with Sam, Ying, Matt, Ting and Messiah, we went to eat Fish n Co.  Wah. Due to the sleepless nights. I couldn't tahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are approaching and WOOSH! Wanna catch up with friends and projects... -.- Sian sation lah. Hopefully the trip to Malaysia would be somehow a trip to help me relax or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. CIMB to do, ICMT, ICM. WAH. TC camp. siao liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. MY mum keep snatching my DS from me! She is addicted to the drums game lah! MUMMYYYYY...  And I am suppose to hunt for a cheap DS for my grandma. She likes my DS too. Siao one this family. All techies. HAHA! :D I upgrade lah. I want a Wii. Hmm.. Shall ask my mum to buy for me and tell her that Wii is more interactive and WOOSH! There i have it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP-CFT8UII/AAAAAAAAAj4/K8mMy629akU/s1600-h/icm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP-CFT8UII/AAAAAAAAAj4/K8mMy629akU/s320/icm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392894730555522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all present here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP-Bw1BqVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gJRXpoUINaY/s1600-h/icm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP-Bw1BqVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gJRXpoUINaY/s320/icm7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392889232173394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP_kL1FZJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CCQ-KVPehrI/s1600-h/ICM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP_kL1FZJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CCQ-KVPehrI/s320/ICM1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342394580107355282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP-BrZzFVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/14pD4G5GcGs/s1600-h/icm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP-BrZzFVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/14pD4G5GcGs/s320/icm9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342392887775794514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2679171716771315085?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2679171716771315085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2679171716771315085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2679171716771315085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2679171716771315085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/06/icm.html' title='ICM'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SiP_kVGz9UI/AAAAAAAAAkI/1HAj1_89CC4/s72-c/icm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-8266306847533451517</id><published>2009-05-22T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:25:29.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visible Cities</title><content type='html'>Watched Visible Cities today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! Totally loved it. Thanks Christine and her director who gave her the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. It's been a long time since I met retard. She is still as farni and crazy. Well, talked about school, work, SP and of course, she.. *ah hemm* (she'll kill me. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to the play. You see, the tickets were for a director of a theatre production company. And it was GREAT seats! Took a glimpse of some of the talented local actors, actresses and directors. Woo! So happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only $50 for the STALL tickets. It's really worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set design and innovative ways to portray the story is already worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;Great cast. I loved the set designs so much! So impressed by the incredible crafting of the stage and the unique yet spectacular forms of media. The blocking was for one to learn and respect. Hell lots of practice that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. IF you have the time, do go watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best plays I've seen. Though Forbidden City is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it. Loved it. Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Now back to work. A hundred thousands things to do. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch cinderella on ice! And.. OTOT! And.. so many more! I need MORE complimentary tix.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8266306847533451517?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8266306847533451517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8266306847533451517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8266306847533451517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8266306847533451517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/05/visible-cities.html' title='Visible Cities'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2432537015176167949</id><published>2009-05-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:52:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn it</title><content type='html'>Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres hell lots of work to do. FYP is -.-. But I think I learn a lot from it. Oh! Spec dip FYP too! This week. Jialat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: The song playing on radio now is so wierd. Y is a girl singing Akon's love right na na na? Some remix I guess. Eee. Don't like. Oh! Talking about radio. I think radio is fun! Damn. Radio CA1 by next week! *slash wrist*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my appetite these few days. And not resting enough. Damn. I never believed that stress could make one lose appetite and change in mood. Now I believe. ARGH. I think my blood vessels are bursting during these 'stress' period. Just today, I think I stretched my limit. I kept taking deep hard breaths and it somehow made me dizzy. But yeah. I'm ok lah. Just at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn paranoid lah. Kiasu you may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2432537015176167949?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2432537015176167949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2432537015176167949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2432537015176167949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2432537015176167949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-it.html' title='damn it'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2267338135854891545</id><published>2009-05-06T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:41:59.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overdue'/><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Was blog surfing and decided to drop a post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things in mind that I wanna blog! But I have too many things on hand. I can't even find time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Its a damn late post lah! but ai ya. heck. Juz koped frm juniors. This was how I spent my 2nd day of sch. Not in SP, but in Yuying! YYSSCO SYF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SgHHblhO-EI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uy-HyicR4PA/s1600-h/SYF+2009+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SgHHblhO-EI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uy-HyicR4PA/s320/SYF+2009+(18).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332762710525278274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD! YAY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days. I can still remember that very day. MYYYY time. YYSSCO... Silver! WOOSH! CRY SIA!! 8 mnths to a silver award. From a non existance CCA to now, a GOLD. Damn proud of them. All juniors. Exco. All. Wah. That proves how old I am. hiaz. I miss my gao hu. My er hu is collecting layers of dust. How nice. Oh whatever. I don't have the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Next. Went cycling with SYY and SAM. Another damn late post. Heck lah. Blogging comes with mood. My mood comes when I have tons of homework not done. I realise a trend. It's always when I am rushing for spec dip. HAHA! I have my spec dip CA1 paper beside me and I chose the techology one. Anyway. Cycling was fun. Yes. I was the slowest again. But hey. Theres no need to rush. I wish to go another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. What's next. Food hunt continues. The geylang one is SUPER. Food, damn damn shiok. ORH LUTT!!! The old airport road one.. EEE YERRRR. The famous food stalls were closed! How nice. Settled for others. But overall, ok lah. Some food were worth going. Omy. I can't wait for the next one. Oh! CHILLI CRAB! I can't wait. (Is there a chilli crab one?) AND KWAY CHUP. I want! And And And.. Should have one on cup noodles. SHIOKKKKK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Of course! How can I 4get?! K boxing with SB peeps! Miss them. Love them. Had so much fun with them. Though crazy justina, charcoal Vivian and wierd Jordan are not in SG. I'll miss them alot. Haha! So many sparstic things done in a room filled with 7 out-of-mind ppl. AHAHA. Act cute voices, burps, random song choices, retarded duets.. omg. But unable to join them for dinner. Oh well. Will see them soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day is approaching. Becca shall settle the present. I shall source for good food places. Any recommendations? *:( I'm broke. But its mother's day. No matter what, it's definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Juz done with ICM-ing. Now shall start on spec dipping. Then ICM again. I feel happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2267338135854891545?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2267338135854891545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2267338135854891545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2267338135854891545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2267338135854891545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SgHHblhO-EI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uy-HyicR4PA/s72-c/SYF+2009+(18).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-5288478637876345113</id><published>2009-05-04T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:50:25.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate it'/><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>I hate it when I'm there for nothing. What does my existance mean anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I know I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I can't help. And don't have the guts to argue back. Hate it! Hate it! Arghh.. FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the incompetent bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5288478637876345113?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5288478637876345113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5288478637876345113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5288478637876345113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5288478637876345113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/05/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4944172079964213142</id><published>2009-05-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:42:41.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post.</title><content type='html'>Wow! This post will mark my 100th post! I think the blogging frenzy has somehow died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was so touched by what I saw 3 days ago. It let me see the good, rare side of Singaporeans again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old lady was using this long white stick to path her way. Beside her was this middle aged guy, helping her along the way. Instruct her when to tap her card, when to take the right step to take the escalator. At first, I thought this guy was her husband/assistant or something. He was patient and cautious. But he left soon after she was safe at the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed her as she started walking forward. It was a big road ahead. I took a step forward, wanting to help her, but another nerdy-looking man 'cut' me. He walked slowly behind her, but soon left when his bus came.&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, this young guy went up to her and asked her what bus she was waiting for. So happen that the young guy was taking the same bus. When the bus arrived, EVERYONE waited patiently as he helped her up the bus. Even your typically aunties and kiasu uncles waited. What a rare sight! Anyway. The young lad offered to tap her card on her behalf and led her to a seat and seated at the seat behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we complain so much. Everything. Nothing seems enough for us. Wants are unlimited. Sometimes, I feel guilty when I have greedy thoughts. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to walk closing my eyes while walking home. I can't. After 5 seconds, it was a natural instinct of fear to open my eyes. I'm just fortunate that I have a pair of eyes to see the beautiful things and unpleasant side of this world. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4944172079964213142?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4944172079964213142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4944172079964213142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4944172079964213142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4944172079964213142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/05/100th-post.html' title='100th post.'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4250758141335501040</id><published>2009-04-27T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:44:21.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!</title><content type='html'>OMG! &lt;br /&gt;I am scratching all over!! My hands, legs, body, butt, soles are so itchy!!! &lt;br /&gt;ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are like small little bites everywhere. Sam says that the more you scratch, the more it spreads. I've bathed with dettol and the itch is starting to come back!&lt;br /&gt;I've thrown away my chair and my mattress, the two main suspects! I'm gonna die of itch soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I think I am damn lucky today. On my way back home, i was walking at a speed slower than normal, walking pass my neighbour's house. Suddenly, something fell from the celing! I stared at it as it fell to the ground. To my FREAKING horror, its a damn bloody luminous white lizard! ARGHHH!!! If I was walking a second faster, that errie creature would have landed on my head! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that, lizards don't just FALL from the celing just like that. unless it's hurt of something. And the speed of this lizard is way much faster than the normal local lizards. This is scary. I looked up again, stared at the lizard as it scurried away, look up again. AND. covered my head with my two bare hands and CHIONG to my house. Phew. I am now trying to research on this lizard. Trying to get hte picture to show you guys. But yah. That was quite an encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. another thing. REVENGE IS SWEET. I just had my revenge. :D&lt;br /&gt;Stupid REBECCA STEPHANIE YEO came to my room two days ago and farted in my room lah! Wah lao. Damn smelly. Suffocated. I sprayed fresherner. Maybe my itch begin with her foul gas. So. I ate nuts yesterday and went to her room! AND.... You guessed it! HAHAHA. Sounds disgusting? No lah. Let her know that mine is smellier than hers. AFter doing my thing, I closed the door shut, not letting her escape. Muahahah! *evil laughter!* Until I heard a cough. Then I release my hand and let her out of the room. WUahahah! This is what the YEO sisters are doing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. I wanna eat alot of things. My wierd cravings are starting. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icm-ing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4250758141335501040?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4250758141335501040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4250758141335501040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4250758141335501040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4250758141335501040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title='omg!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-9040946973496803207</id><published>2009-04-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:59:20.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so bad before. I'm feeling really guilty now. Sorry for the STUPID things i've done. And the DUMB words i said. I didn't mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to shut my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-9040946973496803207?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/9040946973496803207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=9040946973496803207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9040946973496803207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9040946973496803207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-8636086485466237425</id><published>2009-04-08T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:56:36.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAR?!</title><content type='html'>Haha. I was surfing the net and came across some really cool pics and videos around the world. It's interesting and how creative people can be. Besides the damn cool ads, billboards, i saw a few and wanna share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later come and say my blog so dull, so emo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4vpskpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/o-DRToy5cKs/s1600-h/a195_m5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4vpskpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/o-DRToy5cKs/s320/a195_m5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322360731950944914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper sculptures. Just using a normal A4 white piece of paper. Oohh.. I wish I could do something like that man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4WdNdDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XHIcoyrb7Z4/s1600-h/a108_p12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4WdNdDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/XHIcoyrb7Z4/s320/a108_p12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322360725187687474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4eSkb7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/y1d6KBWqYvE/s1600-h/a108_p6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4eSkb7I/AAAAAAAAAiI/y1d6KBWqYvE/s320/a108_p6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322360727290539954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4KvdKUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/QpJW9ioO4i4/s1600-h/a108_p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4KvdKUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/QpJW9ioO4i4/s320/a108_p2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322360722042988866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4AfaPSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Sdn1_L4WqVk/s1600-h/a108_p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4AfaPSI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Sdn1_L4WqVk/s320/a108_p1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322360719291333922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUUCwKjMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/3Yblzh0lGrA/s1600-h/dove-egg-painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUUCwKjMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/3Yblzh0lGrA/s320/dove-egg-painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322362300446444738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUT51UboI/AAAAAAAAAio/BHdhDnRhLvI/s1600-h/a269_ice_men1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUT51UboI/AAAAAAAAAio/BHdhDnRhLvI/s320/a269_ice_men1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322362298052144770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true natural phenomenon. Its not photoshopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUTkmcVZI/AAAAAAAAAig/YnhhK3YbHpo/s1600-h/a126_Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUTkmcVZI/AAAAAAAAAig/YnhhK3YbHpo/s320/a126_Rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322362292352603538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called rainbow fire or something. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look at this and I smiled. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUUfCA6SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xtNrQe0K6co/s1600-h/mastiff-walking-toddler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUUfCA6SI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xtNrQe0K6co/s320/mastiff-walking-toddler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322362308037503266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best of all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUUicXRXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Z87mPSfn-r4/s1600-h/sit-stand-illusion-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzUUicXRXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Z87mPSfn-r4/s320/sit-stand-illusion-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322362308953326962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it carefully. I KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzWxq8whbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fi2I7UOMd-4/s1600-h/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzWxq8whbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fi2I7UOMd-4/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365008476145074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Nice Nice? &lt;br /&gt;Carefully carved by Flo. Me. Wuahahah! *chuckles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8636086485466237425?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8636086485466237425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8636086485466237425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8636086485466237425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8636086485466237425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/04/har.html' title='HAR?!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SdzS4vpskpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/o-DRToy5cKs/s72-c/a195_m5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-7067080006075252163</id><published>2009-04-04T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:50:56.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really lethargic, sluggish and depressed. In teens term, its EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's because I didn't sleep the entire night till 845am in the morning and woke up at 4pm. Went to take an hour nap at 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;Whats more. It's sucky when the time table is out and it doesn't go your way. Not angry, just feel kinda unjustified. Blaming no one here lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I resigned to fate, but I will fight to challenge my destiny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of all the nonsense that I'm faced with. Being the middleman sucks big time. When a quarrel arises, not only the 2 parties get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;The people around them also feel the same way as the injured one. I'm guilty of my thoughts, resented by my feelings, disgusted by the negative emotions I'm feeling right now. Being around the people who cares about you just makes you feel appreciated. And when troubles come, you also have a duty to give back what you received. Thats how relationships build. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to do my part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7067080006075252163?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7067080006075252163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7067080006075252163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7067080006075252163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7067080006075252163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3706648610718222384</id><published>2009-03-28T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:40:36.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I'm bored AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Its now earth hour and here I am blogging. :D I am doing my part,blogging in pure darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. What's my plan for next week... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3706648610718222384?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3706648610718222384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3706648610718222384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3706648610718222384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3706648610718222384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do.'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4161058210794062803</id><published>2009-03-19T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:30:25.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo</title><content type='html'>Movie marathon - A silent indulgence without the calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go find my partner who is blogging at the same time with the same title. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't really a marathon-marathon lah. Its just 2 gals trying so hard to squeeze 3 shows in one day. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First in line: &lt;strong&gt;Departures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show time: 1250&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Plaza Singapura&lt;br /&gt;Audience in the cinema: Uncles and Aunties = Ah peks and Ah mas&lt;br /&gt;One sentence to describe the film: Bring tissue papers and prepare to come out speechless (in a positive way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie. Met my expectations. Loved it. and yes. I cried. But this lady sitting beside me, SNIFFED so hard. I can't help but giggle. Haha. And this ah gong in front of me took out his specs a couple of times to wipe his tears. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really wanna be a spoiler here, but in my opinion, this film touches deep into your heart, your conscious, your past and your future. It's a very symbolic film to me lah. simply put it, a "show. Not tell" film. :D Go watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. MAKAN! Bloody hell, saw the coupon AFTER I bought my duck rice. -.- Can save me 1 buck ok! Skip that cuz its not interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little treats to suit our mood. ICE CREAM. Can't wait fot the kopitiam queue, so settled on mini melts vending machine. I didn't want to listen to sam's opinion, bought the bubblegum instead of strawberry. WRONG CHOICE. Complianed till I forced. I emphasize, FORCED to finished till $2.80. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd film: &lt;strong&gt;Hotel for dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show time: 1640&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Cathay&lt;br /&gt;Audience in the cinema: Teens and COUPLES...&lt;br /&gt;One sentence to describe the film: DAMN DAMN ENTERTAINING. Watching the dogs alone is worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuahaha! Its so funny. If you are a dog lover, its a MUST WATCH! The dogs are so adorable, trained and kinda unbelievable. The inventions introduced just made me marvel at the unsung heroes behing the camera. Loved it Loved it Loved it. I came out with all smiles and laughter. Definitely brighten up my mood. I really enjoyed this show. Its one of those show where it just takes off all your stress and troubles. Watch this too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for MAKAN again. we WALKED BACK TO PS! -.- &lt;br /&gt;Bought Yami yougurt the promotion one. Don't like. Sam ate her honeydew so fast, faster than hungry monster. &lt;br /&gt;So.. Budget meal. SUSHI!!&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 10-15mins at the sushi section for the person to stick the discounted price sticker. So auntie hor. But heck lah. Everyone there were crowding around, waiting patiently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd film: &lt;strong&gt;Race to witch mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show time: 1940&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Cathay &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience in cinema: Working couples and families&lt;br /&gt;One sentence to describe the film: Cool, more than what you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial thoughts of this film was that it was those fantasy, power, alien shows. But surprisingly, its much better than I expected it to be. :D Nothing really much to comment of this. Ok lor. Those normal movies where you go in and expect a little laughter here and there with a whole lot of action and some good acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we WALKED BACK TO PS &lt;em&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its 420 in the morning now so I am damn lazy to type. Go watch movies. Its a silent indulgence minus the calories. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ScKpXU685hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PauJnlhItYs/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(414).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ScKpXU685hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PauJnlhItYs/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(414).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314996728468661778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ScKpXaJHWVI/AAAAAAAAAho/EOWcfgBhF7M/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(411).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ScKpXaJHWVI/AAAAAAAAAho/EOWcfgBhF7M/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(411).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314996729870244178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for sam. Played safe. Chocolate. The GREEN colour ones are unfortunately mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ScKpXGeyhLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/AxvwIKg8QYI/s1600-h/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(416).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ScKpXGeyhLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/AxvwIKg8QYI/s320/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(416).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314996724592444594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO SO SO... I have the next BATCH of movies that I wanna catch. There are about 4-6 films coming soon this April that I can't wait to catch!. &lt;br /&gt;Want Want Want??? :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEXT MOVIE MARATHON ANYONE? ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4161058210794062803?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4161058210794062803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4161058210794062803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4161058210794062803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4161058210794062803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/03/woo.html' title='Woo'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ScKpXU685hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PauJnlhItYs/s72-c/ph%C3%B6t%C3%B6(414).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-9102734900004992003</id><published>2009-03-16T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:08:34.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda bored. And not forgetting the fact that I'm broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. It sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is what humans exactly are. When you have it, you don't cherish it. When you don't, you want it so badly. Don't talk about people, your friends, family, etc. Just a simple thing that we all posses. Time. &lt;br /&gt;In school, we always complain that we want to rest and want theres no time to do this and that.. But when holidays are finally here, GOSH. I feel useless. Rotting and facing the com at home isn going to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have insomnia. My eyes and mind are wide awake even till 4am! I just can't sleep! Well, the good thing is I get to wake up at 2, 3pm. Hehe. I woke up at 1530 this afternoon. Good yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Just give me something to do. Go out with me, bring me to science centre, pasar malam, FOOD QUEST! Lib, park, arcade, movie, fly kite, gossip, ice cream or just window shopping! &lt;br /&gt;SMS me, call me.. Ai yo. JUST GIVE ME A REASON TO ESCAPE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear in mind that all activities with Flo are all on a tight budget unless you are willing to pay for all expenses. :D (transportation fees not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh man. 2 more days to the release of the results. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA WAN: Movie marathon HOR. :D&lt;br /&gt;AND WHERE IS MY FOOD QUEST??!! I have a LIST of things I wanna eat ALRDY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-9102734900004992003?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/9102734900004992003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=9102734900004992003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9102734900004992003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9102734900004992003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7667219599340954092</id><published>2009-03-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:54:17.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame</title><content type='html'>Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Helped my two little nieces with their blogs. OMG lah. P4 and they have blogs as assignments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they introduced this cute childish website for me. So here it is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppy Jumps to eat his treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET START /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 250px; padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/dog" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=dumbo&amp;an=flo&amp;clr=0x9c4f0a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzYzNTQ1MTE*MDYmcHQ9MTIzNjM1NDUyOTg*MyZwPTU1NzEmZD*mZz*yJnQ9Jm89ZTA*NjA3NzYxYTRmNDkyNjhmZWE1MjU5ZmU*ZmM*Mzg=.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this! HAHA. It's so cute when it stretches its neck. So fun!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET START /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 250px; padding: 0; margin: 0; text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/ferret" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="cn=dumbo%20no%2E2&amp;an=the%20great&amp;clr=0x996600" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BUNNYHERO PET END /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzYzNTQ2MjMwNDYmcHQ9MTIzNjM1NDYyOTAzMSZwPTU1NzEmZD*mZz*yJnQ9Jm89ZTA*NjA3NzYxYTRmNDkyNjhmZWE1MjU5ZmU*ZmM*Mzg=.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUDDUP. I am NOT childish. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7667219599340954092?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7667219599340954092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7667219599340954092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7667219599340954092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7667219599340954092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/03/lame.html' title='lame'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-8412763315653595342</id><published>2009-02-28T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:06:49.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woosh!</title><content type='html'>Yeah. It was a enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I met early in the morning as I was dying to eat some Mac breakfast. So, me met at BOON LAY! Of all things! BOON LAY!! ASk this HOUGANG person to go BOON LAY EARLY IN THE MORNING! Haha. But in the end, Sam da-baoed for me and we went boon lay mac to eat. Funny right? Ask her WHY WHY WHY must da bao my hotcakes. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we kinda RUSHED and finished the little DNFC card for Ms nga before goin to school to help out for some studio experience for sec schools students. It was fun as usual. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO PROUD OF IT! :D haha. Yeah. Sam and I are GREAT sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalrcW6nJiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Fj9qkQ0YbbQ/s1600-h/n819165243_6084290_5409468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalrcW6nJiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Fj9qkQ0YbbQ/s320/n819165243_6084290_5409468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307891770764764706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors came back to celebrate Ms Nga's bdae. :D So sweet lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalrceokoAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wsHWrP_VFoM/s1600-h/n819165243_6084288_7494086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalrceokoAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wsHWrP_VFoM/s320/n819165243_6084288_7494086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307891772836585474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I ISH PRESIDENT OF DNFC! BTW, DNFC= Doris Nga fan club! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalrcWnAdxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/aNpcxYJFPGY/s1600-h/n699768078_2170956_3167075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalrcWnAdxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/aNpcxYJFPGY/s320/n699768078_2170956_3167075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307891770682537746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Membership is free. HAHA. I love to 'recruit' new members. HEHEHEHEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN THEN THEN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOC! OMG! I miss DOC like HELL! Miss them ALL! &lt;br /&gt;While eating our dinner, we reminisced FOC and bonding camp days. Oh my.. I miss those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the planning&lt;br /&gt;I miss the camp cheers&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cluster wars&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 6am baths&lt;br /&gt;I miss the laughters&lt;br /&gt;I miss the scares during night walk&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 10-min sleeps&lt;br /&gt;I miss the walking here and there&lt;br /&gt;I miss the pack lunches&lt;br /&gt;I miss the mass dance&lt;br /&gt;I miss the little advertisement that DOC put up&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smelly room&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 18 watermelons and 2 trolleys&lt;br /&gt;I miss the camp songs&lt;br /&gt;I miss the little skits and dance&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;br /&gt;I MISS DOC AND THE DAYS IN CAMP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that nothing beats that joy. I feel the post-camp mood almost everyday! Hahaha. But I should learn to move on and leave it as that EVER sweet memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp71T9TQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uRadZS7WAGA/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp71T9TQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uRadZS7WAGA/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307890112476826882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl teaching me to act cute. Can see lah hor. I really CMI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalqANP_IXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/K9AIuByDLdU/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalqANP_IXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/K9AIuByDLdU/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307890187622097266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp8BLJGdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dfQ8wqzsqbA/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp8BLJGdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dfQ8wqzsqbA/s320/IMG_0807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307890115661076946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we watched BLOODY VALENTINE! Omg. If you know me, you know that I won't even suggest watching this kind of thriller movie. Haha. IT happened like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the MRT rushing to meet the 6 of them. So Fel called me, asking if I wanted to watch with them. The signals weren't that good so I had to piece her words together and make some sense out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is how I interpreted it)&lt;br /&gt;Fel: Hwa jie, want to watch movie?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ok! What movie&lt;br /&gt;-CAN'T RECEIVE SIGNALS-&lt;br /&gt;Fel: *-- B--dy va-len-t-tin--e! But might end at 11 plus leh.. can?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okok! can! 11 plus.. Should be can lah. Help me buy first! Tks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought: some chick flick or comedy movie called "BE MY VALENTINE!"&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I later found out like.. What?! Bloody valentine?! Erm.. What kind of movie is that? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT.. Ok lah.. Not too bad. I like the gore. And some parts are really quite funny. I just couldn't really take the thrill and suspense. HAHA. Justina lah! Her virgin scream in the cinema *quoted frm Darryl* the funny part is that it was just the sound effect and the visuals weren't scary AT ALL! WUAHAHAH! I just couldn't help but to laugh at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel and I kept scolding "F" and like "Shit!". You could here people, girls especially. "GO LAH! Get off! RUN!!!" HAHA. Oh! And darryl kok. "RUN LAH! STILL KAYPO!" HAHAHA. so farni. If DOC goes again. I don't mind watching with them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp_mMlsAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/vElveD6YF8g/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp_mMlsAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/vElveD6YF8g/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307890177138864130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp_ZAbkFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LLY9b4VFL7s/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/Salp_ZAbkFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/LLY9b4VFL7s/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307890173598208082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan left for ITP. Clinton leaving today. Soon it'll be the rest. :( I miss you guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8412763315653595342?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8412763315653595342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8412763315653595342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8412763315653595342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8412763315653595342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/02/woosh.html' title='Woosh!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalrcW6nJiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Fj9qkQ0YbbQ/s72-c/n819165243_6084290_5409468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-8317388742095832028</id><published>2009-02-28T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:42:29.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>04 gathering</title><content type='html'>Another PTN gathering! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm quite late to blog about this but i'll rmb that day 4eva! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last paper, MLE, it was 04 PTN gathering at Ms kwa's house. Like the rest, loved her condo, love the hweeling that the condo gives. It calms the soul. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a BLAST! I really felt that 04 bonded and I'll treasure it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was 10! except for the food. IT was ok only. From location to games to laughter to bonding to laughter to photos. I loved every moment of it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the photos tell the story. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was final code. Zhong zi mi ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalF0VjZggI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BQj5WGXi1Mc/s1600-h/IMG_3614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalF0VjZggI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BQj5WGXi1Mc/s320/IMG_3614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850401273971202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalF0SfvytI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RMWF7Yo09Zc/s1600-h/IMG_3594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalF0SfvytI/AAAAAAAAAeY/RMWF7Yo09Zc/s320/IMG_3594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850400453348050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at our expressions. It was scary when it came to your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalFz7z5mnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Y8xT26C5_0Y/s1600-h/IMG_3584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalFz7z5mnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Y8xT26C5_0Y/s320/IMG_3584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850394363861618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalFzqdGf1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/TNkY21fhlwY/s1600-h/IMG_3577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalFzqdGf1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/TNkY21fhlwY/s320/IMG_3577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850389704834898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalFzplIB4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RGiY1qs0kk4/s1600-h/IMG_3470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalFzplIB4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RGiY1qs0kk4/s320/IMG_3470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850389470054274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHLYBTI0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/tfonV8TtdJE/s1600-h/IMG_3700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHLYBTI0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/tfonV8TtdJE/s320/IMG_3700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307851896584872770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHLaPPX6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/SEJDwdmTmIE/s1600-h/IMG_3699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHLaPPX6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/SEJDwdmTmIE/s320/IMG_3699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307851897180217250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely card that 04 did for Ms kwa. (Kudos to Lee yan and her grp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHKyOEJHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0liyDao6Ux0/s1600-h/IMG_3679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHKyOEJHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0liyDao6Ux0/s320/IMG_3679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307851886437868658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres awfully choc cake proudly sponsored by lovely ms kwa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHK58IO2I/AAAAAAAAAew/qCAvU1L00Nw/s1600-h/IMG_3670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHK58IO2I/AAAAAAAAAew/qCAvU1L00Nw/s320/IMG_3670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307851888510122850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHKdTgUKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VxYBBaotbxk/s1600-h/IMG_3652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalHKdTgUKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VxYBBaotbxk/s320/IMG_3652.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307851880823541922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was MY turn! I can't believe I was SO SUAY lah! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJMJg-4II/AAAAAAAAAfw/nuZBKWs8Q_k/s1600-h/n629502076_1983513_7040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJMJg-4II/AAAAAAAAAfw/nuZBKWs8Q_k/s320/n629502076_1983513_7040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307854108894355586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJMMzZT3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/E1BRhCqztYk/s1600-h/IMG_3712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJMMzZT3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/E1BRhCqztYk/s320/IMG_3712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307854109776891762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJLx9Up8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/r32SsNZ4Eng/s1600-h/IMG_3710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJLx9Up8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/r32SsNZ4Eng/s320/IMG_3710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307854102570772418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJLbXWYSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mX9bPLIOsOo/s1600-h/IMG_3705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJLbXWYSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/mX9bPLIOsOo/s320/IMG_3705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307854096505921826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJKmiziEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3Iks-V0bKFo/s1600-h/IMG_3703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalJKmiziEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3Iks-V0bKFo/s320/IMG_3703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307854082326890562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKarqC8OI/AAAAAAAAAgY/O5CSdlKa6y4/s1600-h/IMG_3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKarqC8OI/AAAAAAAAAgY/O5CSdlKa6y4/s320/IMG_3723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307855458088972514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKaamsHyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6JT77ddLh5Y/s1600-h/IMG_3737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKaamsHyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6JT77ddLh5Y/s320/IMG_3737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307855453511491362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKZ2RFluI/AAAAAAAAAgI/EaEwfj5MuXA/s1600-h/IMG_3735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKZ2RFluI/AAAAAAAAAgI/EaEwfj5MuXA/s320/IMG_3735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307855443757209314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKZqAyCII/AAAAAAAAAf4/M-3uD2vKh9c/s1600-h/IMG_3716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKZqAyCII/AAAAAAAAAf4/M-3uD2vKh9c/s320/IMG_3716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307855440467593346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKZgjA4nI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JZvt0q0r2Vk/s1600-h/IMG_3728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalKZgjA4nI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JZvt0q0r2Vk/s320/IMG_3728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307855437926818418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you 04! and of course, Thank you Ms kwa! &lt;br /&gt;for the joy, the laughter and being a part of this sweet memory. It made it more special to me that it was the last day of yr 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8317388742095832028?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8317388742095832028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8317388742095832028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8317388742095832028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8317388742095832028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/02/04-gathering.html' title='04 gathering'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SalF0VjZggI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BQj5WGXi1Mc/s72-c/IMG_3614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-3131043308076874746</id><published>2009-02-07T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:20:28.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I surrender</title><content type='html'>I am on the verge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;Real soon.&lt;br /&gt;To hell with all the shit things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed from the glimmer of hope, I chose to avoid it. Every single on one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody&lt;br /&gt;just anybody&lt;br /&gt;to lay your hands on my soul tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I need a reason&lt;br /&gt;to just believe in&lt;br /&gt;that someday i'm gonna see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the self pity Flora!&lt;br /&gt;U'll just have to hang on. Theres no alternative for you right now. &lt;br /&gt;Do it. Live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3131043308076874746?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3131043308076874746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3131043308076874746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3131043308076874746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3131043308076874746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-surrender.html' title='I surrender'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-6433640684368824985</id><published>2009-02-07T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:19:57.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>I think life is just so emo. And having the funny and Siao people in my life just makes me feel thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 funniest people that i've met. They just make my day whenever i'm with them. They have 1 thing in common. Able to spread their joy and craziness to the people around them. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy Jovis. I really don't know how you can make a simple thing SO funny and talking in such 'cute' words. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Madness Darryl Kok. You are just so funny lah! Full of actions and all those faggot stuffs. What star search song! MAke me strut down the imaginary red carpet with you! HAHA and crazy mass dance steps! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then theres out-of-her-world Justina Tok. You are really out of your world sometimes. So funny. Most of the times you put yourself in the most pai seh position, but you manage to make EVERYBODY laugh! I love your nonsense monologue. Especially during the wee hours when you are sleepy. Whatever you say is just like a punch line for me! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting, auntie. You damn drama lah. just one word to describe you. Siao. I think all your actions are so drama. Just makes me laugh non-stop. wuahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to watch comedies. I don't need stand-ups. I just need the 4. HAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! Tks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6433640684368824985?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6433640684368824985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6433640684368824985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6433640684368824985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6433640684368824985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-6820145245878207152</id><published>2009-02-01T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:19:59.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>Got my Chestnuts tix at last! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty. Sometimes you know you HAVE to do work, but just keep procastinating. ARGH. I think i've changed. For the better or worst? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody answer me the question why. If I measure time and effort, it simply spells LAZY and INEFFICIENT. How to do well like that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. I need motivation lah. I like doing things that are NOT MINE. I can pack other people's room and I find it fun. But when it comes to my own table. DREAD. I take forever to clean that messy room of mine. It's like the debris of world war infinity. Just less dusty. I have books around, magazines of different colours and titles on my sofa and papers! Papers from all over the country! Many are from SP, but i have recepits, blank paper, unused paper.. ... -.-lll and wah rao! Water bottles. Ok. In front of me, there are 3 bottles. On the left, theres 1 more and on my sofa, theres 2 more! OMG! ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;Oh! To add to your horror, I have 4! 4 2008 calendars lying around, and NO 2009 ones. How nice. Two TVB calendars, 1 Heroes calendar and 1 unknown on my table. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need 1 month to clear this bloody mess sia. SO MUCH. Any kind soul, volunteer to come to my house, pack WITH or FOR me. :D Someone that is fierce. Hahah. You see, my mom kinda gave up scolding, but stills 'rewards' me with frequent naggings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialat!&lt;br /&gt;Have GEMS test tomorrow and I haven even dwnloaded the lecture slides. Wah lao! Gei Kiang me go take 8am lesson. Digging my own grave nia. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6820145245878207152?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6820145245878207152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6820145245878207152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6820145245878207152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6820145245878207152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3679610689585549924</id><published>2009-01-31T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:27:38.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian-sation</title><content type='html'>Sian leh. Damn Sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun wanna do wrk. Dun wanna sleep. Dun wanna do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really don't know what the hell do I want. So emo! ARGH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the mess on my table is making things worse. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3679610689585549924?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3679610689585549924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3679610689585549924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3679610689585549924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3679610689585549924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/01/sian-sation.html' title='sian-sation'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-337759066967897421</id><published>2009-01-15T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:43:09.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in DMC</title><content type='html'>I am not yet a graduating student but I'll just like to reminisce the past 2 years in SP Media and communication, DMC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start all the way back when I was a sec 4 student. I knew I wanted to study media, but just not sure which school to choose from the 5 polytechnics. Why SP? I don't know. I went for course counselling for like 3 times but never once stepped into the DMS aka Studio 19. Haha! Somehow somewhere deep in my mind, I just knew I wanted SP DMC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can proudly say that I NEVER EVER regretted putting DMC as my first choice. No lah. I am not in love with my course, just... well.. let's just call me a fan. An adore fan. Yes, I do complain and nag and grumble about school, saying how school tough school life can be.. BUT come'on, who doesn't grumble with what they are experiencing now?! We are never satisfied with what we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the modules. Business, Communication AND technology. All in one. Not possible? Nah. Some of us may like the business side, some come to DMC for the communication side while some just enjoy the technology side. Me? I wanna do production, thats why I am also in the specialist diploma. :D Its important to know what you want. Well, I don't really like the business modules cuz I don't excel in them. Not that I excel for the rest of them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I always didn't understand WHY on earth does DMC have the biz side of it. But if you take some time and think about it carefully, what I have learnt is definitely of use to me in my future. Marketing, its fun! (Cuz of Mr GT too!) Economics,(yeah. ok lah) Consumer behaviour..  As we learnt "MEDIA IS A BUSINESS BY ITSELF" &lt;br /&gt;Then theres the all-time-fav communication and technology! Oh. Of course, advertising and PR too! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love films and photography! And as lecturers always say: After joining the DMC big family, you tend to watch films at a different angle. How true. You look out for flaws such as the boom mics, you look at the different camera angles and the editing part. From pre to production to post production. And DVPA was definitely one of the funNEST and bestEST module. Seeing your different shots being made into a film, its like a mother giving birth to a child! Touching and grateful. I love that feeling man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. DMC life. Hahahahahaha! Thats all I can say. When people ask me "WAh... Media, must be very fun lah!" My answer is yes. ITs fun. Maybe not really the studying part, its the school life. I mean, your friends, your crazy lecturers, your laptop! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah man. School life may suck, but what makes you wake up every morning and squeeze into the sardine-like MRT smelling all the smelly armpits (I am short mind you.), climbing that "MT EVEREST!" are the people around you. Behind all the pile of work load and stress, its the fun and joy that makes you carry on. I go to school like Ms sleepy, bt come home as Ms fruitful. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC IS LIKE ONE BIG FAMILY. &lt;br /&gt;We talk together&lt;br /&gt;We laugh together&lt;br /&gt;we gossip together&lt;br /&gt;we shout together&lt;br /&gt;we BOND together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am in year 2, I want to make the remaining time as a dmc-ian as fruitful and memorable as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I actually dug out some photos of us. HAHAHA. See how much we changed and grew. For the better or for the worst. You judge. :D (Don't kill me. I know. ITs unglam! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sjKNzgeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MQtY6DbJUNg/s1600-h/DMC+1A-04+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sjKNzgeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MQtY6DbJUNg/s320/DMC+1A-04+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291497069732921826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. Its 04's first photo can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sjcvB9xI/AAAAAAAAAa8/M5FEgopWSKs/s1600-h/DMC+1A-04+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sjcvB9xI/AAAAAAAAAa8/M5FEgopWSKs/s320/DMC+1A-04+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291497074704119570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. The OTHER part of our body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8taH1LOAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dPpbWXTfUCk/s1600-h/photo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8taH1LOAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dPpbWXTfUCk/s320/photo+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291498013985552386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZQ7KhpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/iHCZ3SQklUA/s1600-h/DMC+1A-04+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZQ7KhpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/iHCZ3SQklUA/s320/DMC+1A-04+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291497999246722706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZW2MxUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Smb3krXAEUE/s1600-h/DMC+1A-04+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZW2MxUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Smb3krXAEUE/s320/DMC+1A-04+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291498000836511042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know. WUAHAHAHAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sj1ex9-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/84ObmWNg8fQ/s1600-h/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sj1ex9-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/84ObmWNg8fQ/s320/hello.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291497081346848738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8skFs1lmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/k8dr8Fdk3aA/s1600-h/photo+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8skFs1lmI/AAAAAAAAAbU/k8dr8Fdk3aA/s320/photo+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291497085700773474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sj_tiMYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/anL78SsW9hA/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sj_tiMYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/anL78SsW9hA/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291497084093084034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZ2ATNDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/K0neQ2nd3mE/s1600-h/n819165243_3136124_5950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZ2ATNDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/K0neQ2nd3mE/s320/n819165243_3136124_5950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291498009200374834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZD6mVbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PwXzJQ0vrbU/s1600-h/DSCN1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8tZD6mVbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PwXzJQ0vrbU/s320/DSCN1691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291497995754689970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-337759066967897421?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/337759066967897421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=337759066967897421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/337759066967897421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/337759066967897421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-in-dmc.html' title='My life in DMC'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SW8sjKNzgeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/MQtY6DbJUNg/s72-c/DMC+1A-04+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-135262822878844721</id><published>2009-01-13T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:58:51.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVB'/><title type='text'>TVB</title><content type='html'>I am in the MOOD of TVB again!!! Oh! I've been always a fan of TVB. But quite a lousy fan lah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to those who know and don't know, the long awaited annual TVB calendar is out and I've yet to purchase them. Sigh.. (not sure if that shop still takes orders. Sighs) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2000, I have only 2 TVB calendars. Hahaha. So sad right? I won one and I bought the other. And... U'll know y I wanna get my hands on it so badly and desperately... Just look at these photos! ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1Nc-PugI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YYVbIZ8PKb8/s1600-h/01_Jan_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1Nc-PugI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YYVbIZ8PKb8/s320/01_Jan_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290802904973687298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Lam, Bosco Wong, Linda Chung, Kate Tsui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1Nt8X-GI/AAAAAAAAAZc/QAvvT5NGJj0/s1600-h/02_Feb_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1Nt8X-GI/AAAAAAAAAZc/QAvvT5NGJj0/s320/02_Feb_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290802909529241698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Si Kei, Susanna Kwan, Michelle Yim, Kiki Sheung,Nancy Sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1N2w3pCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aRhmmk_oUHU/s1600-h/03_Mar_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1N2w3pCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aRhmmk_oUHU/s320/03_Mar_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290802911896904738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine Sheh, Michael Miu, Roger Kwok, Sonija Kwok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1N4JRTNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aGVXXafxCEk/s1600-h/04_Apr_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1N4JRTNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aGVXXafxCEk/s320/04_Apr_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290802912267685074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Chan, Myolie Wu, Joe Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1OHz82wI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1iEQvo4IcXE/s1600-h/05_May_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1OHz82wI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1iEQvo4IcXE/s320/05_May_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290802916473232130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Ma, Yoyo Mung, Selena Li, Shirley Yeung, Chris Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2o9dYYGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bgkDAb0gUTo/s1600-h/06_Jun_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2o9dYYGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bgkDAb0gUTo/s320/06_Jun_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290804477062307938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Ma, Sharon Chan, Patrick Tang, Kenny Wong, Anna Yau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2pHJedxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MGAMhKDAdpE/s1600-h/07_Jul_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2pHJedxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MGAMhKDAdpE/s320/07_Jul_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290804479663175442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Cheng, Ron Ng, Tavia yeung, Natalie Tong, Aimee Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2pez56pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bdC-_UzNWVs/s1600-h/08_Aug_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2pez56pI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bdC-_UzNWVs/s320/08_Aug_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290804486015150738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Wu, Koni Lui, Leanne Li, Fala Chen, Tracy Ip, Vivien Yeo, Yoyo Chen, Suki Tsui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2puCPZgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/aMgJ75TRnBw/s1600-h/09_Sep_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2puCPZgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/aMgJ75TRnBw/s320/09_Sep_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290804490101810690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Cheng, Christine Ng, Shereen Tang, Mandy Cho, Michael Tse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2qO67NiI/AAAAAAAAAac/b2cCk3Va-pY/s1600-h/10_Oct_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy2qO67NiI/AAAAAAAAAac/b2cCk3Va-pY/s320/10_Oct_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290804498929497634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallen Lo, Bobby Au Yeung, Maggie Siu, Bernice Liu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy35VFor2I/AAAAAAAAAak/vwrVYwFvKRk/s1600-h/11_Nov_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy35VFor2I/AAAAAAAAAak/vwrVYwFvKRk/s320/11_Nov_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290805857794699106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowie Lam, Gigi Lai, Ada Choi, Moses Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy35iAh4nI/AAAAAAAAAas/vLaugb07Xfg/s1600-h/12_Dec_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy35iAh4nI/AAAAAAAAAas/vLaugb07Xfg/s320/12_Dec_lrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290805861262942834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza Wang, Matthew Ko, Jason Chan, Amigo Choi,Benjamin Wang, Edwin Siu, Stephen wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credit: TVB.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG right?!!!! OH.. I love TVB!! &lt;br /&gt;I love the Youthfulness of &lt;strong&gt;Jan&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the elegance of &lt;strong&gt;Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fierce darkness of &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simplicity of &lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hipness of &lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happiness of &lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Arty-farty of &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sexiness of &lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool-blue of &lt;strong&gt;Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wierdness of &lt;strong&gt;Oct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'dont-offend-me auora' of &lt;strong&gt;Nov&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;br /&gt;the exaggeration of &lt;strong&gt;Dec&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You you you??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.  Its projects time again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-135262822878844721?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/135262822878844721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=135262822878844721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/135262822878844721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/135262822878844721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/01/tvb.html' title='TVB'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SWy1Nc-PugI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YYVbIZ8PKb8/s72-c/01_Jan_lrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-8647389657368193425</id><published>2009-01-12T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:29:11.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sianified'/><title type='text'>Sian arh</title><content type='html'>Ai ya... When I don't know what to do, i'll just come to this empty, dark blog. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;I have NO motivation to do my WORK! and thinking of these piled up projects... just makes me so... Sian-ified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Someone. Motivate me. With your words of wisdom, incentives, money, Whatever!!! &lt;br /&gt;Just get me start on something!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8647389657368193425?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8647389657368193425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8647389657368193425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8647389657368193425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8647389657368193425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/01/sian-arh.html' title='Sian arh'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-5135727748820941534</id><published>2009-01-10T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:19:26.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats there to rant about</title><content type='html'>Well. It comes to a point where I just don't really care. Just do my work, what I am told to do and... Shut up. &lt;br /&gt;We are all going with the flow of what the society has shaped us into. Its hard to change it with one man worth. I know. I learn and I grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've learnt to cherish what I have so that I won't regret when the time comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open house was fun. :D I WANT MY MODEL STUDENT AWARD!!!! Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Thats life I guess. Sigh... I miss my SB peeps. I wanna go out and be crazy again. When?! DOCcccccccccccccccccccccc!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5135727748820941534?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5135727748820941534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5135727748820941534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5135727748820941534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5135727748820941534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-there-to-rant-about.html' title='Whats there to rant about'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7301212374349834552</id><published>2008-12-18T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:31:56.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>wah lao</title><content type='html'>Wah Lao! Damn tired. Emotionally. Psychologically. Really drained sia.&lt;br /&gt;Its 5.25am on my clock and I am still wide awake. Besides a few yawns, I still can make it through. Haha. Actually I think its quite fun the TON the entire night. Well, at least I know I am doing my work, and that I am doing them at my own pace. Do 1 qn, play viwawa, finish qn2, go youtube stream. and so on.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. There are really a lot of things for us to do lah. Its just too bad that in life, we can't really choose what we want and don't want. so... DO LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think I am becoming retarded by the day. Gong Gong! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7301212374349834552?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7301212374349834552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7301212374349834552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7301212374349834552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7301212374349834552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/12/wah-lao.html' title='wah lao'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4373675858897489443</id><published>2008-12-10T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:08:18.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ST_ZIT9e7ZI/AAAAAAAAATY/AGQFIsk931o/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ST_ZIT9e7ZI/AAAAAAAAATY/AGQFIsk931o/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278176025121844626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo. Damn emo today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After project discussions, samantha and I stayed and kinda emo-ed together. We sat at the steps of Singapore river, waving to random tourists in boats and talked.&lt;br /&gt;We were so damn emo that we talked about the various ways to die, whether we were ready to end our lives NOW, to recall what will hold us back... Weighed the pros and cons of death methods and thought how to carry them out. That is besides the fact that we die due to old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I wanna die sleeping in a car. Carbon monoxide. :D Just die sleeping. Sleep through all troubles and PHOOWH! I'm gone! How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sam, she arh.. funny person. She wants people to directly/indirectly kill her. Haha. She said smth like ask that person to turn on the gas without her knowing and that she will be sleeping. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arh.. wanna die also mst pull someone down. If I am that 'somebody', I still have to go to jail leh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kinda a lot more emo and death stuffs. Hah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ST_ZH1XeM1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/gJ3R3o6oRcA/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ST_ZH1XeM1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/gJ3R3o6oRcA/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278176016909349714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, David Archuleta camled me down. Haha. Just love love love him and his angelic voice. Plus. The lyrics are just so real and emotional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barriers&lt;br /&gt;David James Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know how to say this right &lt;br /&gt;And the words got me chokin' &lt;br /&gt;I keep hittin' this wall &lt;br /&gt;It's never gonna fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're still broken &lt;br /&gt;This mountain we've been trying to climb &lt;br /&gt;It's never ending &lt;br /&gt;Just can't do nothing &lt;br /&gt;Gotta do something &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if we don't open up our eyes &lt;br /&gt;We're just pretending &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a time for givin' up &lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to have to say it &lt;br /&gt;All we doin' is building walls &lt;br /&gt;And now there's too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are lying here &lt;br /&gt;It's our last final goodnight &lt;br /&gt;Just because it feels so good &lt;br /&gt;No use pretending we're alright &lt;br /&gt;Too many locks, too many crimes &lt;br /&gt;Too many tears, too many lie &lt;br /&gt;Too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;Ohhh &lt;br /&gt;Just too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've been draggin' this whole thing out &lt;br /&gt;But I can't wait any longer &lt;br /&gt;Our love's burning down &lt;br /&gt;Creepin' in the doubt &lt;br /&gt;We're not getting any stronger &lt;br /&gt;I hear you say that we're doin' OK &lt;br /&gt;But, baby, I don't think so &lt;br /&gt;Just can't do nothin', gotta do something &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't get into my car I won't go very far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a time for giving up &lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to have to say it &lt;br /&gt;All we're doing is building walls &lt;br /&gt;Now there's too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are lying here &lt;br /&gt;It's our last final goodnight &lt;br /&gt;Just because it feels so good &lt;br /&gt;No use pretending we're alright &lt;br /&gt;Too many locks, too many crimes &lt;br /&gt;Too many tears, too many lies &lt;br /&gt;Too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;Too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;That we keep running into &lt;br /&gt;Been tryin', but we just can't break through &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna keep wishing I was with you &lt;br /&gt;But we just gotta stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are lying here &lt;br /&gt;It's our last final goodnight &lt;br /&gt;Just because it feels so good &lt;br /&gt;No use pretending we're alright &lt;br /&gt;Too many locks, too many crimes &lt;br /&gt;Too many tears, too many lies &lt;br /&gt;Too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;Just too many barriers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hurry to get somewhere &lt;br /&gt;And the world's tryin' to block you, block you &lt;br /&gt;And you feel like you're nowhere &lt;br /&gt;'Cause the world's tryin' to stop you, stop you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH man.. I can cry listening to this song over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ST_ZH9ijs2I/AAAAAAAAATI/hYQbYlPK-Is/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ST_ZH9ijs2I/AAAAAAAAATI/hYQbYlPK-Is/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278176019103331170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4373675858897489443?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4373675858897489443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4373675858897489443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4373675858897489443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4373675858897489443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/12/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/ST_ZIT9e7ZI/AAAAAAAAATY/AGQFIsk931o/s72-c/IMG_0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-1955286526327931381</id><published>2008-12-09T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:30:03.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you ask me</title><content type='html'>You ask me to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't back out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1955286526327931381?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1955286526327931381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1955286526327931381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1955286526327931381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1955286526327931381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-ask-me.html' title='you ask me'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2280750390231670904</id><published>2008-12-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:24:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out</title><content type='html'>Don't test me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all animals; creatures. We eye and fight for the same prey. I know you. You know me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't step on my tail, or I'll bite. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2280750390231670904?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2280750390231670904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2280750390231670904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2280750390231670904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2280750390231670904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/12/watch-out.html' title='watch out'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-8500628144306713410</id><published>2008-11-21T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:13:35.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank you'/><title type='text'>My greatest respect to you.</title><content type='html'>Its just another random topic. Who do you respect the most? Rather, which profession do you respect the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I think the greatest people who some way or another changed my life would be teachers/lecturers and of course, my mummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, catagorising mothers as a profession would be rude. But the amount of responsibility that they carry to raise a child is tremendous. To all educators who are mums, I give my greatest respect to you. I salute you for all the things that you've done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets put ourselves in the shoes of a mother. Raising a child from birth is not an easy task. NO JOKE man. Be it money-wise, time spent and labour pains, its the responsibility that I really admire. I mean, life-long responsibilty?! No way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that, we kids still complain, argue and sometimes fight with our parents. I believe the main reason for all these its because we somehow set an expectation for them. And when that expectation is not met, we question the obvious. &lt;br /&gt;I used to argue with my mom, telling her that she is UNFAIR and UNREASONABLE. But her one sentence shut me up. "There isn a need for me to be reasonable. I am your mother."&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Sounds unreasonable to you? Nah... Because of this word. Trust. I trusted and believed that she will mould me to a reasonably work-smart person. All their efforts put in is to mould us to a better person. Someone who is READY to go into the workforce and able to lead a decent life thereafter. I think thats what life really is about.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing point I want to bring up is that all of us are still in a process of learning. We children are learning to become an adult, and parents are still learning to become a BETTER parent for us. Newly weds learning to change baby diapers; young parents learning how to scold a child without going beyond the limit; learning to let go and squeeze a little portion of freedom for the child bit by bit; learning to understand the child better; learning to be a grandmother. and the cycle goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;As a child, we were and STILL are given UNLIMITED chances from our parents, but do we in return give them just one chance? No! Many of us think that they HAVE TO BE right because their are our parents. But truly, nope. We should give them a chance to learn too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up. Teachers. &lt;br /&gt;I never knew how to appreciate teachers till I was in secondary school. In the past, I could never understood why teacher's day existed, but now, I take that very special day as an opportunity to really thank them. &lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me this: "In terms of profession politics, teachers' politics is one of the worst!"&lt;br /&gt;How true. &lt;br /&gt;To me, teachers are somehow like students, only harder and harsher. They do not have the '2nd chance' we have. They can't really bitch nor gossip about their collegues/superiors like we always do. They can't say 'No' when given a task to do. We can plead and beg teachers and somehow get our way. And when they fail to submit their 'homework', it's doom day. For students like us, we still can afford to say 'tomorrow'. For them? No! That's working life I guess. Also. We (students) are considered equal in class. When we step into school, we generally do not need to take 'orders' from anyone. But teachers have various positions and these positions gives them the authority to lead and disseminate assignments. Through the years, they climb this bloody, ominous dark ladder. One step at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kindergarden teacher, you are responsible for the fundermentals and the social side of the child. You play, scold and teach. Patient is of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;As a primary school teacher, as this is a stage where children starts to tell lies, starts to get a taste of rebellation and the stress. You counsel, understand and share. Communication and understanding is of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;As a secondary school/JC teacher, you take on the responsibilty as a 2nd-parent. You not only teach them, but try to shape their future. You assist them on their way, walking side by side. Some slower, some faster. Motivation is of the essence.&lt;br /&gt;As a Polytechnic teacher/lecturer, you take the role as a really experience senior. A little more informal, outspoken and fun. Teaching them the Dos and Don't of life. Not really walking beside them, but giving them the chance to make a decision either to turn left or to turn right. But when they accidentally walk the wrong way, you step in and help them make a U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;As a University lecturer/professor, you make them?... TALLER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to all mothers and teachers all over the world, I truly truly give you my greatest respect and admiration. I salute you. Thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! LOVE YA MRS YEO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-8500628144306713410?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/8500628144306713410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=8500628144306713410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8500628144306713410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/8500628144306713410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-greatest-respect-to-you.html' title='My greatest respect to you.'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2817536157880634320</id><published>2008-11-17T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:37:42.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m back'/><title type='text'>Flo's BACK</title><content type='html'>Yoz Yoz Yeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a DAMN long time since I blogged. Well, that is excluding the previous one. &lt;br /&gt;I kinda missed it. All the typing and spouting rubbish while thinking if I had somehow break the law... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! gotta study for LAW test tmr.. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2817536157880634320?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2817536157880634320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2817536157880634320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2817536157880634320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2817536157880634320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/11/flos-back.html' title='Flo&apos;s BACK'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3657447195494126868</id><published>2008-11-15T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:47:00.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>Yoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Changed new blog skin. Dark yt cool... Hahah. Wateva lah.. Tired of changing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3657447195494126868?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3657447195494126868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3657447195494126868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3657447195494126868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3657447195494126868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4543432526717344254</id><published>2008-10-05T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:53:38.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats wrong?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4543432526717344254?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4543432526717344254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4543432526717344254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4543432526717344254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4543432526717344254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-9054998267222975140</id><published>2008-10-04T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:00:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something wrong with me that I have yet to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, I have found people who thinks the same way as I do. Just talking and complaining about life is a really good way to DEstress. I love those 'sessions'. Well, its the only time where you really reflect back on your actions and think over on how you want to behave in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all the rules to the game. Its just a matter of fact on HOW we play this game. Me? I'm just a mere pawn in this game of Chess. Small but powerful in my own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-9054998267222975140?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/9054998267222975140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=9054998267222975140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9054998267222975140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/9054998267222975140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/10/alamak.html' title=''/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-6707252971102406106</id><published>2008-09-18T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:35:10.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple treat</title><content type='html'>Called the faggots for a last minute movie. Too bad sam can't escape from home and Novea and plans.. So. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;The companionship from Ying was enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I enojoyed the show and definitely made me wanna sing along which a lot of aunties behind me did. I personally like to call it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 MAMMA MIA&lt;br /&gt;      THE RETURN OF THE AUNTIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO. I am not the aunty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING. MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do a simple breakdown of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plot:&lt;br /&gt;Sophie (Seyfried) is getting ready for her perfect wedding, except for a father to 'give her away'. Not 1. not 2 but 3 fathers appeard after receiving a letter written by Sophie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in this movie, Donna (Meryl Streep) kinda felt like she was lead actress rather than Sophie. The story no doubt revolves around Sophie, but ultimately Donna had the most screen time compared to the other characters. &lt;br /&gt;I liked the scene in the preparation room where it really potrayed the mother-daughter relationship. So real. So authentic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boos? I believe in most tele-musical that I've watched (Dreamgirls, Hairspray...), the subtitution of dialogues to songs slowly became irritating after a while. I was like.. "not again..." *groans*. It wasn't THAT bad compared to Dreamgirls due to the fact that the songs from Mama Mia were popular Classics by ABBA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I didn't really enjoyed the ending. It seems fake. If I am not wrong, the show its an adaptation from a book. I mean, a thrid of a daughter? A sudden cancellation of wedding but still in love, True love found (including the gay relationship) and a last minute acceptance of a marraige proposal. Hmmm... Isn't a bit too-good-to-be-true thing? Not that it cannot be achieved, but i guess due to the time limitation, the structuring and building of this ending could be better. &lt;br /&gt;Then again, its just MY PERSONAL OPINION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;1 word. SHIOK! 2 words. WAH PIANG! 3 words. OH MY TIAN. &lt;br /&gt;Haha. Classics from ABBA. What can I say. I have been listening to these songs since wat, primary school? Hey, the old, black, dusty ABBA album is still somewhere in the house man.. &lt;br /&gt;I loved loved the way some of the songs were told in the movie. MY favourite of all was the 'dancing queen' track. Haha. I was SO entertained by the simple dance moves, the artsy camera angles and the oh-so-sweet vocals. I must say, the cheography of the moves and positions are really good. A little of the sixties,seventies moves but with incorporation with the new school, funky jives. I became a whole new fresh routine! Having a whole bunch of topless guys dancing really funny and RANDOM moves, dancing queen was my no. 1 man... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! the mother-daughter song was really nice too. As said. The Authentic feel was present. I felt the gratefulness, the priceless appreciation from Sophie and at the same time, the protectiveness yet achievement feeling from the mother. It just puts a smile on my face, thinking of my mummy at home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally enjoyed the simple remix of the songs. Some short pauses here and there, addition of simple drum funky beats. Nice change of music yet keeping the flow and tone of the originals. Vocal-wise.... Ok lah. Though MOST of the songs were sang by the casts, I felt that it sounded too much like ABBA? Besides the solos of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casts:&lt;br /&gt;I liked the 'mixture'. Some new faces to me at least. Oh. I din know Meryl Streep could sing THAT well! Her solo was great. Plus her long years of experience in the film and theatre line. Her grade A acting skills and expressions to accentuate the meaning behind the song. Gosh. I was pulled right into the film. Eyes closed to admire her precesion of her angelic voice. Nice. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Typical film lah. The actors are definitely of a certain standard. Nothing much to talk about them. But the singing trio were really hilarious. Haha! Rosie (Julie Walters A.K.A Molly Weasley from the Harry Potter series), Tanya (Christine Baranski) and Donna ROCKS! The comical actions and random unexpected props are just entertaining to watch. &lt;br /&gt;Ok. Christine Baranski is not your typical star-like actress, but her hidden talent inside is just much more then you ever expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing I noticed. Maybe its just me or my eyes lah. I thought that the make-up this time on the casts were lesser compared to other films? I could see their layered wrinkles, droopy eyes, all that. I think it just adds to the authentic feel of the show? I kinda like it that way. Or really. Its just me. Hmm.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough of the movie. Just go and watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6707252971102406106?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6707252971102406106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6707252971102406106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6707252971102406106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6707252971102406106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-treat.html' title='A simple treat'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3119073666429329347</id><published>2008-09-12T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:21:02.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valuable</title><content type='html'>Trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple 5 letter word which basically summarises my near 18 years of life. I somehow had it on hand, but had to let it go eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it as something which comes and goes at my command, but rather something which I was given by the people around me; a chance to use this gift to its fullest potential in a given time frame. Once over, its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want this valuable 'gift' from you badly. Please. Trust me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3119073666429329347?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3119073666429329347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3119073666429329347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3119073666429329347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3119073666429329347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/09/valuable.html' title='Valuable'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4317802891636298303</id><published>2008-08-29T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:45:17.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo!</title><content type='html'>Yes Yes Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over at last! Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Yesterday was a BLAST! Besides the fact that we were embarassing ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;Haiz, what to do? With MMR marking the last paper, this is what we get from all the books and notes... It was FUN, but really. stares were everywhere. We actually were making a fool of ourselves, giving all sorts of excuses to hide the fact. Humph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let you see the pictures and you'll... understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCWU5SW7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/I1xJQ4wTPvk/s1600-h/IMG_8657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCWU5SW7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/I1xJQ4wTPvk/s320/IMG_8657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239870380290759602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats right! Its..... &lt;em&gt;IKEA&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCWhiGWII/AAAAAAAAAPw/8EYZWh9WU7o/s1600-h/IMG_8661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCWhiGWII/AAAAAAAAAPw/8EYZWh9WU7o/s320/IMG_8661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239870383683164290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Mr. Bean Pose. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCW6Kfr9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/PooKBtSJ-c0/s1600-h/IMG_8671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCW6Kfr9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/PooKBtSJ-c0/s320/IMG_8671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239870390295048146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to look cozy.. -.-|   Did it work out? Yes. $395. I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCXMRAdsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BuuK5IGUqP4/s1600-h/IMG_8678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCXMRAdsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BuuK5IGUqP4/s320/IMG_8678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239870395154200258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Watch out ppl! The two of them.... An affair? Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCXacAsxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sfN_Itf5JyI/s1600-h/IMG_8676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCXacAsxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sfN_Itf5JyI/s320/IMG_8676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239870398958449426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick! Powerpuff girls! Save her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXFoOYwlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jCntD0Ek4F8/s1600-h/IMG_8686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXFoOYwlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jCntD0Ek4F8/s320/IMG_8686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239893183165940306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture shall speak for itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXF1J3UJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cFzvnoeQGjU/s1600-h/IMG_8694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXF1J3UJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cFzvnoeQGjU/s320/IMG_8694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239893186636632210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novea.. Eh hmmm.. No shoes on sofa please.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXF2D9AjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2HQbwYZ58vY/s1600-h/IMG_8689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXF2D9AjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2HQbwYZ58vY/s320/IMG_8689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239893186880274994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lao da pose.. Oh! That was a subtitude WINE GLASS I was holding. Hah! Talk about improvisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXGcNwXuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aPL_1vVtdm8/s1600-h/IMG_8690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXGcNwXuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aPL_1vVtdm8/s320/IMG_8690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239893197121937122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was Ying.. Making herself look... ... &lt;em&gt;BRIGHTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXGCW98LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A1cEO29FPfs/s1600-h/IMG_8706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfXGCW98LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A1cEO29FPfs/s320/IMG_8706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239893190181253298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sam couldn't resist the &lt;em&gt;brightness&lt;/em&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9U16NJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Eo1H-OaSyPc/s1600-h/IMG_8698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9U16NJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Eo1H-OaSyPc/s320/IMG_8698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239895239547303058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why more books when exams are over?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9i6GK5I/AAAAAAAAARA/rFZ6C4azXgM/s1600-h/IMG_8731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9i6GK5I/AAAAAAAAARA/rFZ6C4azXgM/s320/IMG_8731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239895243322960786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower lightings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9yeVx9I/AAAAAAAAARI/-DEU3YvpPUg/s1600-h/IMG_8734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9yeVx9I/AAAAAAAAARI/-DEU3YvpPUg/s320/IMG_8734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239895247501510610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to have FLORA with the flowers.. Com'on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9zUxMnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OT4ta7YRc8s/s1600-h/IMG_8733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY9zUxMnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OT4ta7YRc8s/s320/IMG_8733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239895247729799794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;Ying: Interviewer&lt;br /&gt;                   Nov:  Interviewee&lt;br /&gt;                   Flo:  Crew (Holding &lt;em&gt;REFLECTOR&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY-dzV-MI/AAAAAAAAARY/InVeh5oF5v0/s1600-h/IMG_8715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfY-dzV-MI/AAAAAAAAARY/InVeh5oF5v0/s320/IMG_8715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239895259132328130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random... (It is where every member of the pop..... known and equal....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Introducing to you the FAGGOTs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall vote for your Champion. Hah! (For fun lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up... Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa2wiBQSI/AAAAAAAAARo/hIFjw2QddHQ/s1600-h/IMG_8723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa2wiBQSI/AAAAAAAAARo/hIFjw2QddHQ/s320/IMG_8723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897325744242978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novea!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up.. Another potential contestant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa3IYIv9I/AAAAAAAAARw/QCTzENvGw-Y/s1600-h/IMG_8736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa3IYIv9I/AAAAAAAAARw/QCTzENvGw-Y/s320/IMG_8736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897332145242066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will it be.. the dark horse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa3RZWCUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rOCcXv0RxAo/s1600-h/IMG_8692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa3RZWCUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rOCcXv0RxAo/s320/IMG_8692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897334566226242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ying!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.. The unbeatable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa3qHtCHI/AAAAAAAAASA/IemRAtVz-AQ/s1600-h/IMG_8705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa3qHtCHI/AAAAAAAAASA/IemRAtVz-AQ/s320/IMG_8705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897341203122290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa2_dKmvI/AAAAAAAAARg/VUx-P4c0wHA/s1600-h/IMG_8708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfa2_dKmvI/AAAAAAAAARg/VUx-P4c0wHA/s320/IMG_8708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239897329750416114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right... The Faggot family.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4317802891636298303?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4317802891636298303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4317802891636298303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4317802891636298303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4317802891636298303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/08/woo.html' title='Woo!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SLfCWU5SW7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/I1xJQ4wTPvk/s72-c/IMG_8657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-7191111805094827798</id><published>2008-08-11T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:24:03.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Ok! 1 paper down! Wee. Ok. lets count. LSC, CONB and MMR. Facinated. 3 more. Oo. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om was... ok? I could not really bother to think of the answer that I've forgotten. The moment I saw sam, ying and novea walked out. Ok! my mind just tells me GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I feel unmotivated to study. Especially getting crap results for LSC. ARGH. I'm just not cut out for some law stuffs. Shit! Still have spec dip story. Damn! I can't think of ANYTHING??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its editing and editing. On Wed, will be staying over to film and edit. Hopefully, we can spare a little time to study LSC with the 3 others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. quick.. Holidays... I can't wait... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall just stone here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7191111805094827798?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7191111805094827798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7191111805094827798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7191111805094827798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7191111805094827798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-2314855972986292254</id><published>2008-08-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:10:27.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>Woah! Its been a DAMN long time since I blogged here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been a really hard, tiring, 'exciting' and fruitful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are round the corner, counting my doom days. Project deadlines are just out to drain my every single drip of blood. Gosh! Its all TIME TIME TIME!!!! and well, MANAGEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about time, yesterday was SB talentime finals! Haha. Well, that was one of my 'rewards'. I had fun being part of the duo emcee. Actually, I really enjoyed myself with that bunch of crazy, 'throw-face' ppl. HAha. Everything went smoothly and congrats to all talentime winners! &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that kinda pissed me off were the audiences. Not saying ALL of them, but a partial of them were really... Let us all just call them... JERKS! I mean, com'on! Have some BASIC courtesy people! Though you are sitting in a comfortable seat, supporting your fellow friends on stage, cheering them on, whatsoever... Have some audience ETHICS! Don't be the 'Hero' or 'clown' Gosh! You guys are like what... POLY students??!! Hey! We are talking about young ADULTS here, 17-20+ years of age??!! I really wonder what kind of education do you ppl get. Get a life! &lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example. I was reading out the sponsor list that kindly sponsored our top 3 prizes, and here you are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" EH! Shut up lah!... Quick can?!... We want to hear the results lah!... I know lah, just finish quickly can...?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who made a nuisance of yourself yesterday night, I pity you, because it only shows how immature you are and that your level of intelligence is evident through your childish acts. Please question yourself if you are mentally developed. If you are one of my friend who falls into this 'jerk' catergory, all I can say is that I am utterly ashamed and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Bad things aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks to all who encouraged me and gave me your honest comments. I really appreciate it. DARRYL.. SEND ME PHOTOS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my groupmates, Thank you all for listening to me SCOLDing you and NAGging Nagging and nagging. I know, it can be irritating at times. As promised, my little 'reward' for all of you after exams. Let's not talk about results here. What ever the outcome, the deal is still on. We all deserved it! &lt;br /&gt;Oh! Tks for cheering me up sam! I mean.. Samantha. Pls don't get me wrong. I don't mean.... *cough* Sam... (ltr someone JEALOUS) HAHAHA:D&lt;br /&gt;Let us all work hard together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you hwa jie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2314855972986292254?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2314855972986292254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2314855972986292254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2314855972986292254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2314855972986292254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-5506107302578825805</id><published>2008-07-12T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:26:32.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siao</title><content type='html'>Yoz. I am really damn lazy to update lah. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Yesterday's talk by the various speakers for Reel Revolution was truely inspiring. Especially the topic about marine life by Ria Tan and bicycles by Mr. Brown. So impressed by Mr Brown. Gosh. Really a good speaker that knows the right method to capture the attention of his audiences. Should learn from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl, really. Save the marine life. Sea creatures big and small are in danger. Their innocent lives are taken just by a bloody document. Poor thing. Shall get some pictures and type a blog entry about saving these poor creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5506107302578825805?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5506107302578825805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5506107302578825805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5506107302578825805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5506107302578825805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/07/siao.html' title='Siao'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-5519342255098375517</id><published>2008-06-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:29:16.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish</title><content type='html'>Bloody OM test is 2 days away and I definitely have the holiday mood in me now. &lt;br /&gt;How were the other ones? Well.. Lets just skipped that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this video in youtube about young students in America ( I suppose) are teaching their parents and friends Singlish. He taught them words like 'kiasu' 'chope' and 'shiok' just to name a few... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy do have the potential to be a professional Singlish interpreter and his Singlish accent was really impressive from the fact that he came from a foreign land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNNhbY810Zs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNNhbY810Zs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it. And you'll understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mixed feelings after watching this 4 minute clip. I was interested to see what was the upcoming word. It was entertaining but did it occur to you that it also seemed like a mockery to Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Singaporean, I like to imitate and learn the different accents from other countries too. For fun and laughter. Its the same for them, learning a new, funny yt 'don't really make sense' language as a topic to talk about. Should I be proud of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a 100% patriotic Singaporean who would DIE for my country. No. Please, the thought of studying and migrating to other country is constantly floating in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the videos, if you type 'Singlish' in youtube, you can get approximately 156 videos. Some are pure bull-shits, some are entertaining while some are deemed as mockery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Singaporeans be proud of what people all over the world are talking about? Do we need to resort to a unrecognised language to be the topic of a conversation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how the Taiwan celebrities mocked at Singaporeans and our way of speaking? Though the atmosphere is different, it still boils down to whether Sigaporeans calls Singlish as an advantage than a disadvantage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5519342255098375517?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5519342255098375517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5519342255098375517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5519342255098375517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5519342255098375517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/06/singlish.html' title='Singlish'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-6160886802103002187</id><published>2008-06-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:15:47.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I HATE TESTS'/><title type='text'>stressed out!</title><content type='html'>I am EFFING stress! The thought of MSTs are haunting me and I am going crazy in minutes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I know. Its just MSTs... But to me, its something I really want to score and prove to that idiot out there who thinks that Poly is no good. The more you tell me I can't. the more I shall PROVE it to you! No matter what it costs me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't it?! Why do some people just have THE brains??!! As in they just need to flip through the notes at the last minute and get at least a B??!! WTH! Me? I put in so much effort to just scrape through?! Life is unfair. Really Unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say: "Flora, work SMART, not HARD..." Yes. I know, but tell me what do you mean by SMART??!! Smart?! how? "Consistency" they said. I can't! I tried... "Understand, don't just bilndly memorise." Easier said than dne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling sucks to the core. I have not felt it since the O level mugging days. I just want to get back and squeeze a place in the Honours roll. Can I? I often question myself. 'Is that very important?" I asked again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged in my MSN, hoping to find someone to confide to. But most were all offline. I double clicked to initiate a conversation but hesitated to type something. Subsequently, I just clicked the 'X' box and left. &lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely at times, sitting on my black torned chair, staring blanking into space, confused yet afraid. I wipe the tears off my eyes and encouraged myself. I thought by turning all the unhappiness to drawing and watching some TVB dramas, it would work but sadly no, that fear just keeps haunting me. I can't stop it!&lt;br /&gt;I give advice to others, telling them how to de-stress, but here I am procastinating. Hmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this afternoon, I was reading through Conb notes, hoping a chunk of infomation would store somewhere in my brain. Testing myself time and time again just made me feel depressed. I felt stupid. I felt like a failure. After learning for hours and nothing could register. Why??!!! I went to 'cook' a few dishes on my DS, but after a few minutes, I felt really guilty not studying. I put the notes back onto my table. Feeling disgusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to score! I want to do well. Call me a nerd. Call me kiasu. What do you expect when you already know you have a freaking bias lecturer who gave you a underserved 'C' for CA1??!!!! It just boils me whenever I know that I have to read his bloody notes. Full of drawings and curses in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!! I don't know whats gonna happen to me when exam comes in the near future when these are only tests... Well... I survived through 18 years.. Whats a few years more.. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6160886802103002187?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6160886802103002187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6160886802103002187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6160886802103002187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6160886802103002187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/06/stressed-out.html' title='stressed out!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7174476473372367243</id><published>2008-06-10T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:17:54.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class outing!</title><content type='html'>Wee! Its PTN outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pulau Ubin to&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;Cycle.. *dots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an avid cyclist nor a good one, and being a beginner and a SPOILT kid, I complained the entire jouney. Hha! Ok lah.. but I really really had alot of fun. Ms Kwa together with 04,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed together&lt;br /&gt;we travelled together&lt;br /&gt;we ate together&lt;br /&gt;we cycled together&lt;br /&gt;we conqured Pulau Ubin together&lt;br /&gt;We went back drenched together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say... Hng! What is East coast to me now??!! Hahaha. jkjjk... and No. Not another trip. Tks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I pushed and pulled my bike more than I was on it cycling it. The slopes were very steep and I could just fall to my death then! Thank god I came back in 1 piece. The route were not just normal pavement. It was like a forest kind of environment and the road were rocky and 'humpy'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered at one point of time when we were cycling back to the station, I came across this really deep and rocky slope. WAh! No time to brake, Shit. Die lah! I was screaming inside my head, my left and right hands were not coperative, adding force at the wrong time. Wah!!!!!! My cap was about to fly off and my vision was blurred! Y? my specs was 'jumping' up and down... and my voice was vibrating!! I thought I was going to fly off my bike, head on the floor and die instantaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_phC48I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vduDdCZzhf8/s1600-h/P6090008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_phC48I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vduDdCZzhf8/s320/P6090008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277734739272642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Thank you 04 for waiting and stopping frequently for me! Haha. and of course, I really have to thank MS kwa.. 'Xiao Mei...." HAHAHAHA!!!! She was really kind. *don't praise too much*. Ok lah. Ms kwa was behind 'protecting' all of us.. When I stopped, she stopped, get down her bike and push it together with me. Hehe.. Tks! &lt;br /&gt;But we really managed to finish happily and safetly. Thank god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f-mHqyGI/AAAAAAAAANw/X5KENFrotSE/s1600-h/ubin+trip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f-mHqyGI/AAAAAAAAANw/X5KENFrotSE/s320/ubin+trip3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277716647659618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_MloxqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PpFvF38fh_I/s1600-h/ubin+trip9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_MloxqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PpFvF38fh_I/s320/ubin+trip9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277726973904546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_GXGfXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_wvwkmDPn2I/s1600-h/ubin+trip5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_GXGfXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/_wvwkmDPn2I/s320/ubin+trip5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277725302324594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_fN4H2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oyzsX4Ur0bQ/s1600-h/ubin+trip10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_fN4H2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/oyzsX4Ur0bQ/s320/ubin+trip10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277731974520674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h4ySp_YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fdylrLTIhUI/s1600-h/P6090032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h4ySp_YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fdylrLTIhUI/s320/P6090032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210279815859010946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first pit stop... almost dead.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h5EEwPVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wA6I-bsX4Vc/s1600-h/P6090042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h5EEwPVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wA6I-bsX4Vc/s320/P6090042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210279820632538450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid machine that doesn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h50xra0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/FNw1BS2cLvU/s1600-h/P6090100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h50xra0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/FNw1BS2cLvU/s320/P6090100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210279833705868098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically what we did... PUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h5U4a-bI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vxvdc4ASpYs/s1600-h/P6090058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h5U4a-bI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vxvdc4ASpYs/s320/P6090058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210279825144215986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the view just magnificent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h6ax1WDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Rqn4i-U-cCY/s1600-h/P6090114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6h6ax1WDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Rqn4i-U-cCY/s320/P6090114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210279843907065906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceed to Changi Airport to satisfy our hungry stomachs! Wat else? Popeye lor! HAha. It was quite a scene. "Hi! I would like to order 12 sets of combo 2. 12 sets all change to potato and all 12 sets change to ice lemon tea." Haha! Imagine if our whole class went.. "Hi! 23 sets of... ..." Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nmkSKrrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/yhzyj-Hq4k0/s1600-h/P6090120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nmkSKrrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/yhzyj-Hq4k0/s320/P6090120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286099930984114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the hungry souls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nnDFIJVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yx6tMBb70I8/s1600-h/P6090126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nnDFIJVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yx6tMBb70I8/s320/P6090126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286108197791058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another photo taking session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop.. BOWLING! Haha.. Managed to persuade Jov and Lee yan to bowl together with Cassandra, novea and I. Haha.. 1 game was more than enough then. Muscle ache. &lt;br /&gt;Wah.. 2 of them could REally bowl lah! HAve some kind of bowling alley in thier house. Muahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nnnMwWBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H1yM66PdzCc/s1600-h/P6090157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nnnMwWBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/H1yM66PdzCc/s320/P6090157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286117893462034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this.. SPOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nnyVrjWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pJFdwUj-V88/s1600-h/P6090197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6nnyVrjWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pJFdwUj-V88/s320/P6090197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286120883686754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future national bowlers... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6noHnF6JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YFhbx2VOq0Y/s1600-h/P6090174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6noHnF6JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YFhbx2VOq0Y/s320/P6090174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210286126593861778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK damn zai right? Haha.. LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met trixia and went to eat cafe catel for dinner. Waited for so long! Gosh! and the portion was more for kids rather then adults. So little! not even a third stored in my tummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had ALOT ALOT of fun! Thanks guys! I love bonding and outing as a whole group! 04 is coming back together... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7174476473372367243?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7174476473372367243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7174476473372367243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7174476473372367243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7174476473372367243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/06/class-outing.html' title='Class outing!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SE6f_phC48I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vduDdCZzhf8/s72-c/P6090008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-5517619964296856612</id><published>2008-06-03T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:34:21.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go go go!</title><content type='html'>It was GEM 'test'. Rather, an assignment. I am suppose to create a character, draw it out and type a profile about your character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite satisfied with my masterpiece, but compared to my gem class ppl, I am nowhere near. Oh! In case you do not know, animation is my 2nd carrer choice. Besides film (which I am in love with...), I am interested in animation and wish to learn more after watching cartoons and animation movies. COOL... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. My character is called "B". Y? Dunno lah.. tikam tikam give it a name. :D My job is to draw a main pic of it, and five other different poses or expressions. So this is it. Comment to ok? :D  tks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxZFRJjVI/AAAAAAAAANI/UUc4_pmiP58/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxZFRJjVI/AAAAAAAAANI/UUc4_pmiP58/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693219848621394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxZTYn56I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8mp1KTLGEJc/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxZTYn56I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8mp1KTLGEJc/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693223638067106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda wierd. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxZ-kiwII/AAAAAAAAANY/aa1sV4ub-hI/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxZ-kiwII/AAAAAAAAANY/aa1sV4ub-hI/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693235230785666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this pic was funny. HAHA. Kinda distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxaPBOcHI/AAAAAAAAANg/GMvDrZl1lkU/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxaPBOcHI/AAAAAAAAANg/GMvDrZl1lkU/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693239646056562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda liked this. I like my guitar. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxag0ei5I/AAAAAAAAANo/dKqaOI-lelQ/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxag0ei5I/AAAAAAAAANo/dKqaOI-lelQ/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207693244424424338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. I like my director's slate! So cute! HAHA. Thats all I liked lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing made me feel like a kid again. I felt so free during my drawings. Be it a masterpiece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5517619964296856612?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5517619964296856612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5517619964296856612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5517619964296856612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5517619964296856612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-go-go.html' title='go go go!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVxZFRJjVI/AAAAAAAAANI/UUc4_pmiP58/s72-c/DSC00533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-6286832459577597353</id><published>2008-06-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:14:48.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update update update!</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a week, but I really really have to share this! &lt;br /&gt;I had 2 unforgettable class outings! Woo! Tks to Ms Kwa. Ms kwa, you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun and we were so relaxed as it was the last day of school. After MMR lesson, we had pizza together as a class! Woo! So much fun. Then, we bascially camwhored. I know, not my type, but interacting with the class was a blast! And ms kwa arh.. ai yo! cannot tahan her lah! *you'll see why... :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfka0ut1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/LPkYjN4RcIw/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfka0ut1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/LPkYjN4RcIw/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673623404263250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Don't i just look OUTSTANDING.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVflApNSlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gTGXrvD91vA/s1600-h/30052008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVflApNSlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gTGXrvD91vA/s320/30052008(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673633556482642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfl1n3PMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yRy37ecHyME/s1600-h/30052008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfl1n3PMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yRy37ecHyME/s320/30052008(014).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673647777922242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms kwa's 'teapot' pose! HAHA! Eh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfmg5CZ-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IxQoB0_GZkk/s1600-h/DSC07885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfmg5CZ-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IxQoB0_GZkk/s320/DSC07885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673659392681954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you... MS KWA-WA-II!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs0-6klOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GkUE-k2q3lE/s1600-h/DSC07889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs0-6klOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GkUE-k2q3lE/s320/DSC07889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207688201621509346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. This is Ms Kwa... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfnk9-tyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rkC0CKKqdVc/s1600-h/DSC07904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfnk9-tyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rkC0CKKqdVc/s320/DSC07904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673677667022626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me... I am the camera man. Shall photoshop my picture in later.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs1C_d3RI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5GJMlQ8MzU0/s1600-h/n819165243_3136157_6208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs1C_d3RI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5GJMlQ8MzU0/s320/n819165243_3136157_6208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207688202715782418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP... Wah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs1Hg9U6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RDZEhwP-DYc/s1600-h/n819165243_3136122_5413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs1Hg9U6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/RDZEhwP-DYc/s320/n819165243_3136122_5413.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207688203929998242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC 04! WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs11fOTWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XomzoprRRYQ/s1600-h/n819165243_3136138_92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs11fOTWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XomzoprRRYQ/s320/n819165243_3136138_92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207688216270753122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Battle of the TALLEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs2NhmPeI/AAAAAAAAANA/fBpiOfJPKOY/s1600-h/DSC07913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVs2NhmPeI/AAAAAAAAANA/fBpiOfJPKOY/s320/DSC07913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207688222723161570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo... SPOT Me! HAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life can be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6286832459577597353?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6286832459577597353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6286832459577597353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6286832459577597353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6286832459577597353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-update-update.html' title='update update update!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SEVfka0ut1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/LPkYjN4RcIw/s72-c/DSC00524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-1669369661410803000</id><published>2008-06-03T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:02:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAh</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is so dead. Thanks to my laziness. Ok. As I promised, my trailer that I edited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! Please please watch ok? :D Basically, this is a local sitcom and what we are suppose to do is a 90 sec trailer. This is what I've done and I really appreciate it if you could give me your sincere, honest comments. Gum sia. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little pixelated and blur. Bare with it. Tks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl9L4nuM4Lg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl9L4nuM4Lg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora's very own trailer! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1669369661410803000?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1669369661410803000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1669369661410803000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1669369661410803000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1669369661410803000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/06/wah.html' title='WAh'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-4953380392285108096</id><published>2008-05-29T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:16:41.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sianz</title><content type='html'>Yoz ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to blog these days.. Wait for a while.. and I will be blogging, updating lah.. From the past posts that I wanted to share so badly but no mood to blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I will be posting my tiramisu trailer soon.. Give me your comments k? Positive or negative comments also can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Flo and from Flo.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-4953380392285108096?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/4953380392285108096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=4953380392285108096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4953380392285108096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/4953380392285108096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/05/sianz.html' title='sianz'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-3774266227472987232</id><published>2008-05-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:18:19.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spec Dip</title><content type='html'>Another day of Spec Dip class.. I really enjoy it! Glad to be chosen and be able to learn a whole lot of other stuffs. Though it may end late and such, but I really don't mind! I would stay through even if it ends at 10! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently learning the history of film blar blar.... And What I really like about it is that we get to be exposed to many other gengres of films, the other side of film basically. And today, I really like the show 'Momento'. Its not my Best film, but the way it is being played and the way the flow of the story. Its kind of confusing, but... Woh! Its really an eye opener to me. It did not occur to me how films can be made that way and its just really FRESH I would say. Thats what so great about films and thats why I am starting to really love it. And I shall hope it stays that way. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-3774266227472987232?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/3774266227472987232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=3774266227472987232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3774266227472987232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/3774266227472987232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/05/spec-dip.html' title='Spec Dip'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-1207029780773189226</id><published>2008-05-06T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:47:11.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A checklist</title><content type='html'>I might not be the richest,&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the happiest,&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the saddest,&lt;br /&gt;But I am the luckiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people whom I met gave me hope,&lt;br /&gt;The food I sinned forced teardrops for the less fortunate&lt;br /&gt;The obstacles I overcame taught me to strive on,&lt;br /&gt;and the journey pathed my way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed naive&lt;br /&gt;I seemed innocent&lt;br /&gt;I seemed pure&lt;br /&gt;The fact? I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to understand&lt;br /&gt;I tried to shield&lt;br /&gt;I tried to protect&lt;br /&gt;but none seemed real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;Call me a liar&lt;br /&gt;Call me a backstabber&lt;br /&gt;by creating a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fake a smile to school&lt;br /&gt;leaving it stranded there&lt;br /&gt;Only to retrieve it&lt;br /&gt;when I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a random post&lt;br /&gt;that sounds rather emo&lt;br /&gt;As to why I am doing this... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1207029780773189226?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1207029780773189226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1207029780773189226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1207029780773189226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1207029780773189226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/05/checklist.html' title='A checklist'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-7924608327070483224</id><published>2008-04-26T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T04:36:09.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>A few things to share with you guys. Though I am a few days late, but Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;1) A promise to blog about this person...&lt;br /&gt;2) Vivian's Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;3) A 20 minutes ride with a pervert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A promise to blog about this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not mention who this guy is but friends would know who I am mentioning. I have never said this in my blog, but this EFFING guy is gonna be the first! This Fucking guy really pissed me off! Damn it! Spoilt my entire mood! Fucking ass! Its been quite some time and I had cooled down since. but I am gonna meet him sooner or later again... ARGH... Basically, he thinks he is funny with his so-called JOKES. Apparently, people are laughing at him and not his wry jokes. Stupid coffee head, complained that he is sick and have a headache... Damn it! The amount of caffine that you are drinking, how in the world do you think you are not going to be sick?!! Dense. ITs all I can comment about. The more you challenge me, the more I shall rebel.. Challenging it may be, I will perservere...! I am FLORA YEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Vivian's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SBMSurXiAkI/AAAAAAAAALg/NnT8uET26EE/s1600-h/P1000084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SBMSurXiAkI/AAAAAAAAALg/NnT8uET26EE/s320/P1000084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193515388413018690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (SB DOC) celebrated Vivian's birthday after school last Wednesday. I had fun as usual with this bunch of SB people. Crazy as we may be, but we are really sweet when it comes to celebrations. Vivian turned 19 on tues and we bought 19 chocolate muffins with decorative 'candles' for her! The 'candles' were actually letters from coloured papers that spelt "HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIVIAN". Sweet arn't we? We signed the beautiful handmade card that somehow resembled the birthday girl and the birthday song followed. Well.. did some really out-of-the-blue actions. Nothing indecent, but quite close to that. HAHA... Don't think too much. Eh-hmm... *cough* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SBMSu7XiAlI/AAAAAAAAALo/vKWLebKxow8/s1600-h/P1000092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SBMSu7XiAlI/AAAAAAAAALo/vKWLebKxow8/s320/P1000092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193515392707986002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOC unites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SBMSvLXiAmI/AAAAAAAAALw/w3Q1mXfcksI/s1600-h/P1000093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SBMSvLXiAmI/AAAAAAAAALw/w3Q1mXfcksI/s320/P1000093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193515397002953314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spastic photos are inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)A 20 minutes ride with a pervert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! 1 word: SCARY! This is the truth. I really encountered this. Just after watching inspector calls. By the way, inspector calls was really awesome! Kudos to the Cast and crew and of course Wendy and Simone. Great show! I really loved it! Ok, back to the incident. I was in 147 heading home when an old stinky old man sat beside me. I was reading the inspector calls brochure when the reek of alcohol and heavy smoker smell was so strong. It was like every particle in the upper deck was filled with that stentch. GOSH! IT was really unbearable! There was I, reading silently to myself when the shadow cast on my book grew bigger and bigger. I stared at him angrily and closed the book on hand. He smiled at me. EEEWWWW....... Nevermind. Ok. I took that as normal. Then, he tap on my shoulder, asking me what time was it. I was wearing a jacket then, when I wanted on pull up my sleeve, he stretch his hand wanted to 'help' me! I immediately back away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few stops later, he tap on my shoulder AGAIN asking me some questions. He asked me in chinese if I am schooling or working. I thought he was like some other old ladies who are bored, attracting attention. So I answered. Subsequently, he started asking me personal questions such as 'Are you parents at home?' 'Is your father fierce?' 'Does your father cane you?' 'Is your mother nice to you?' 'The youngest in the family?' 'Do you have a sister/brother?' I ignored him, juz nodding my head non-stop. Frankly, his words are not clear and he asked much more qns. I was fustrated! He juz kept tapping my shoulder when I did not answer him! ARGH.. I told myself silently, 'If you touch me or ask me again, I am going to SHOUT! and I really MEAN it!' Apparently, he seemed to comprehen my non-verbal communication and stop. BUT.. not for long... After a few more stops, he tap my shoulder again... I raised my voice and asked 'WHAT!!!!' So he opened him plam and pointed to it. It means, he wanted to read my plam.. NO WAY! I shook my head and said 'NO!'. Well... He stopped. and the next stop, he went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did not expect is that after 10-15 stops later, the stentch of that alcohol cum smoke smell came back... I groaned... But this time, he walked further back perhaps to find the next prey. GOSH.. ARGH.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and.. the coincidental thing is that, before boarding 147, I was in triple 1, watching crime watch. That episode plot was about pedophile. Though I was not really a child.. but it somehow linked.. Scary? Yes. I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7924608327070483224?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7924608327070483224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7924608327070483224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7924608327070483224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7924608327070483224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SBMSurXiAkI/AAAAAAAAALg/NnT8uET26EE/s72-c/P1000084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-6844682383488688430</id><published>2008-04-21T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:19:29.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY birthday!</title><content type='html'>ANOTHER BDAE girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy9eI2uCyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IMHHD29K9dg/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy9eI2uCyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IMHHD29K9dg/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191732795922058018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVIAN!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy9eo2uCzI/AAAAAAAAALY/-5wxBAdhCho/s1600-h/DSC00267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy9eo2uCzI/AAAAAAAAALY/-5wxBAdhCho/s320/DSC00267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191732804511992626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Vivian and I.. If you can spot me lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. Vivian, my DS partner.. LOVED her since of DOC! HHA! I LOVE SB FO COMMITTEE! ok.. back to the bdae girl... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secrets are SAFE with me Vivan... *Hint*I accept Bribes!* HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;After the sleep over at my house! Got to learn more about her.. Like mama like that lar.. Want more info? BRIBES! Carrie, I don't mind your printer. *evil smile* :)&lt;br /&gt;I mean..*cough*.. secrets are SAFE *cough*.. with me... Really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I know about this girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Loves my sofa bed.&lt;br /&gt;2) Became famous together with Clinton afer the OC ad.&lt;br /&gt;3) SHE'S OLD!!!! :)       (Thats what Birthdays are for..... To make you feel older!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6844682383488688430?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6844682383488688430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6844682383488688430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6844682383488688430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6844682383488688430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday_21.html' title='HAPPY birthday!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy9eI2uCyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IMHHD29K9dg/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-7344961927781251962</id><published>2008-04-21T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:06:35.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy7CY2uCxI/AAAAAAAAALI/YEbpacolyRY/s1600-h/peou+and+mr+gek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy7CY2uCxI/AAAAAAAAALI/YEbpacolyRY/s320/peou+and+mr+gek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730120157432594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEA PEOU A.K.A the YELLOW BANANA!!&lt;br /&gt;Thats her with Mr Gek (my teacher)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cambodian friend of mine.. looks really gentle, naive, sweet on the outside.. but Gosh! When you know her?! The devilish inner side finally comes out of its shell. Ok, Not THAT bad... But its really fun with CP lah... Always making fun of her accent and the wat she pronounce some words... HAHA! Oh, those sweet memories!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Another thing! Rich girl.. From Cambodia to Singapore now in Aust! AND chose to fly back to HK and not SG where there are like 5 BUDDIES waiting for you here! Smack you when you touch down in Changi Airport sia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Happy Birthday! *I shall not reveal your age since I presume you have things to bribe me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-7344961927781251962?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/7344961927781251962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=7344961927781251962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7344961927781251962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/7344961927781251962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY birthday!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/SAy7CY2uCxI/AAAAAAAAALI/YEbpacolyRY/s72-c/peou+and+mr+gek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-6088122887869243630</id><published>2008-04-19T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:53:09.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY first week as a year 2 student</title><content type='html'>A Senior At last! Ok, Sam said that Year 1s are called 'freshies', year 2s----'Juniors' and year 3s are of course 'seniors'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the day, all SB OC and facs were wearing the orange facilitators' tee! It was memorable. Foodcourt 6 was so 'happening' that day as we were all waving, shouting, screaming, dancing to each other. from one end to the other. HAHA! Oh man.. I miss camp so much. So in the camp mood now. *slaps face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... My first time as a student of CASS (School of Communication Arts and Social Science). My modules this year sounds pretty cool like 'Legal System and Contract', 'Digital Media Application', 'Mass Media Research' and of course my Spec Dip! I am really aiming to do well this semester. Hope to get back in the honour roll this time round. Ok. LSC is really really Fun! Ms Peter is so funny, with her jokes and stories!!! HAHA. Makes lessons much much more interesting. DMA is realated to my love, MEDIA, so its FUN! Oh, and I really love going for spec dip classes though classes start pretty late. Made a couple of new freinds from other DMC classes too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GREAT NEWS to announce! I AM NO MORE THE CLASS REP OF 04!!! WOOOOOO!!!! A burden released AT LAST... Phew! Jovis, our class is in your hands now... HAHAAHA! And Miss Kwa is our PTN! yeah! Jovis, you are lucky lar! Shawn and I had like... erm... *cough*... Mr.... *cough*!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to adapt to school life with the early alarm rings and the usual panda eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-6088122887869243630?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/6088122887869243630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=6088122887869243630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6088122887869243630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/6088122887869243630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-week-as-year-2-student.html' title='MY first week as a year 2 student'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-885292137941177370</id><published>2008-04-08T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:31:30.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea</title><content type='html'>I am BACK! After a 6/7 day trip to Korea, I am tired! As I am blogging, I have not unpack my luggage. I am LAZY and things are all lying around my floor, filling up almost every corner in my room. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun! I was not use to the weather there so I was like a walking Ba-Zhang for the first 2 days, especially in the morning. (5-7 degree celcius?) Then it started to get a little warmer but ther cold chilling wind persisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food? Ai yo! Eating the same old food every single day! No! to be exact, almost every meal. I am not poking fun at their culture but as a tourist there, I seriously cannot take it. The sight of another pork or the metal bowl and chopsticks... I will puke.. Talking about their culture.. I am SO SO SO glad I am a Singaporean and that I am living in a country that practices justice and equailty. In Korea, ALL except the younger generation males are all MCPs! MALE CHAUVINIST PIGS!!!!!! Expect the females to do EVERYTHING for them! No exceptions for tourists too! But thats their culture and I respect the way it is. Wonder will I go to jail by saying all these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a bunch of senior citizens during one of the sight seeing places. The are *$Y*!V&amp;Y%@ impatient! I was in the toilet, and they kept banging my cubicle door! I presume scolding me in Korean! I could not pee in peace lah! And before I could walk out, a bunch, say... 8? of them just rush in! MY GOD! The funny thing is that... I never in my life felt so HAPPY and CONTENTED 'pushing' old ladies.. HAHA. As THEY were blocking my way, I elbowed, jostled, push, smack my way through. While doing that, I was scolding 'Get lost lar', cursing '@Y#*!^ too! HAHA. Me? Guilty? Not to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly type out what happened the entire trip, so I shall show you the photos I took next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-885292137941177370?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/885292137941177370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=885292137941177370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/885292137941177370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/885292137941177370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/04/korea.html' title='Korea'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-5736956672105546569</id><published>2008-03-30T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:04:05.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SB FOC!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start as I have SOOOO much to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start by THANKING ALL. SB FOC is 1 of my last event that I will be organising. When school officially starts, I am no longer in School Of Business but in a new school called School OF Communication Arts and Social Science. &lt;br /&gt;When I was a part of the SB club, I've learnt so much, gain a whole lot of knowledge, experience and made priceless friendships. I sincerly want to thank all SB club org comm members, be it for ADD, FOC or FOP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardwork that we put in was all worth it! A simple comment from the freshies was all that I wished for. We sacrificed our bathing time, our meals, our sleeping hours just to make this camp a sucessful one. BAsically, we bathed at 5 plus 6 the next morning, practically no sleep till the 2nd/3rd day and a lot of perspiration. I felt like I shed a like 5kg? HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe night walk was shiok ok! Scaring others is really fun! Hearing them scream and shout just thrills me. I was in the boys toilet, hiding behing the door, so when they were suppose to comb the hair of the 'ghost', I will be just right behind them, banging the door, screaming, making those screeching sounds... Some freshies act macho, act dao.. All gae kiang! Made Justina and I kinda MAD, spoilt almost everything! Afterall, it came out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Gala night. GOSH! I was totally sad and mad as I felt that I screwed up the whole thing. I am not cut out to be an emcee. Sighs. The Principal and the Director was there. We were so nervous as we did not expect them to arrive THAT early. Phew! Lucky Darryl was there to salvage the situation. I am sorry if I screwed up the night. Sorry Sorry, I will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;Performances by all groups and OC were great! CArrie fell and Justina could not stop laughing.. HAHA.. Talking about Justina, she goes crazy when she has a microphone, she sings, tells stupid jokes, echoing almost after every sentence. For darryl, he burps into the mic. HAHA Then it was DISCO!!! WE all danced and screamed!!! WOO! Everyone was SO high! Oh, and I met a break dancing guy. Johnathan! He taught me simple break steps too! YEAH!!! Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffees won but MATAS were GREAT too! Securities was awarded the BEST group! Love this camp and tks to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ORG COMM: Thank you! I could'nt thank you guys so much. U guys rock! I never felt so happy and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To EVENTS TEAM: Especially Carrie, the credit should really go to you for all the hardwork. And Alicia, night activities were Great! And Justina and Darryl, Awesome Effort put in. We MADE IT! Ching Ching WOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To FACILITATORS: It was YOUR energy that made the campers so enthu. Thank you all! Cluster Heads, : Mamata, Shuan, Idy, Zhi Zhong, A great big Thank you for being such good leaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To HELPERS: You guys were so helpful and Thank you for all the effort and energy. Your effort was greatly appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Campers: IT was YOU who made this camp so sucessful. Hope you had fun and enjoyed every moment like we did. Thank you for your active participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hhMO35DI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OQQRElWIZl8/s1600-h/Campers+and+Facils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hhMO35DI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OQQRElWIZl8/s320/Campers+and+Facils.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183609656462271538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hhcO35EI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W8zEqEK5fT4/s1600-h/P1070142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hhcO35EI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W8zEqEK5fT4/s320/P1070142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183609660757238850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hhsO35FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4zM9jJ6ISQI/s1600-h/SB+FOC+08-09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hhsO35FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4zM9jJ6ISQI/s320/SB+FOC+08-09+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183609665052206162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hiMO35GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Odfw0kLE5IY/s1600-h/P1070124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hiMO35GI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Odfw0kLE5IY/s320/P1070124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183609673642140770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hicO35HI/AAAAAAAAALA/vWjCshEzczI/s1600-h/P1070132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hicO35HI/AAAAAAAAALA/vWjCshEzczI/s320/P1070132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183609677937108082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5736956672105546569?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5736956672105546569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5736956672105546569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5736956672105546569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5736956672105546569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/03/sb-foc.html' title='SB FOC!!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_thrpM9-K2dE/R-_hhMO35DI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OQQRElWIZl8/s72-c/Campers+and+Facils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765208741136731094.post-2972080208373755467</id><published>2008-03-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:52:21.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>Ok, first of all, I feel that my com is operating slower than before, not sure what  the reason is. DAMN it lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK, prep camp is over... yeah! but actual camp is like on fri, no thurs. I am ready! Am I? :D HAHA. Matas ROCK during the prep camp man! Hope this will go on for the camp. Made more friends, (though I still do not rmb the names..), DMC juniors and FUN! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;I must say, I am so high singing the camp cheers. I was dancing, shouting, having a great time. Its fun! My cough/phlem always came at the wrong time, when I am trying to get them together, my voice just play me out, zao xia, kena laugh at.. HAHAHA.. So much so that I was unknowingly singing the cheers to myself (+ actions)in the buses and MRTs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp aside.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always take a long time to bathe at home as I always hold my 'concert' in the bathroom. *not funny ok..*  My usual really quiet 'audiences' (my shampoos, soaps, etc.) always enjoy the 10pm sessions.. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL&lt;/strong&gt;, I had a LIVE 'fan' with me enjoying my different impersonations of differnt singers. You name it, I sang it! (*like real) + CHEERS ok! Anyway, I sang the songs so damn bloody loud that even my mum could her my voice in the living room.. My shy, I mean, really really shy 'fan' kena scolded by me too! read on and you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Basically, IT was an UNINVITED 'fan'.. IT just wanna hide behind my blue, small mirror, not showing its face and its &lt;em&gt;Tail&lt;/em&gt; to me, this IDOL. (wahlao, I know...) &lt;br /&gt;STUPID LIZARD!...I mean.. FAN, don't show up better. KNS, no ticket still dare to come and listen.. &lt;br /&gt;I swear... this is the most tiring hot bath ever. MY head was moving round and around, scanning the bathroom at every corner, every tile, every area that my eyes could spot. (In case it crawled out in guilt lah). So I showered busily... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert over, encore also over. Luckily, that particular LOYAL fan stayed at its 'seat', not moving around. Hmm.. it listens to me..?&lt;br /&gt;And I shall leave this particluar 'fan' to the 'expert'. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, that 'expert', is my... Mummy! LEt her gao dim... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i prefer my shampoos and soaps better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-2972080208373755467?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/2972080208373755467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=2972080208373755467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2972080208373755467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/2972080208373755467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/03/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-1577549678684015673</id><published>2008-03-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:20:21.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is PAIN day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, went to FOC bonding session at 0945, cannot tahan sia... Tired, tired.. Lucky for the $2 umbrella... make my feel like a 'tai-tai' for a few minutes.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, Sorry org comm, had to leave early this afternoon, my gum really hurts and the pain was way beyond mankind.. I swear! My mom did not scream when she was giving birth to both my sis and I, but screamed in the dentist chair.. GOSH! Imagine her daughter going to the nightmare NDC every 6-8 weeks.. If you look at my mouth, you will probably think that someone boxed me, thats why its so damn swollen. ARGH... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, to sum up, &lt;strong&gt;A PARTIAL OF MY GUM WAS SLICED OFF!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Ouch! It was not THAT pain.. but the anesthesia jabs were the worst! Especially the second jab. My tears welled up when the needle pierce through my gum! I was cursing the surgeon secretly... Ouch! I am now on antibiotic... CRY! He siad that if it did not go well, and is not healing, he would have to cut off my left inner gum, and maybe even the surrounding gum to let my wisdom tooth grow in the future. Right now, its more on overcrowding... ARGH... Gosh! this is worst than braces.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-1577549678684015673?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/1577549678684015673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=1577549678684015673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1577549678684015673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/1577549678684015673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-5566519358139384276</id><published>2008-03-15T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:58:11.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>Ok, Fri was the day I should rest, but I went out again.. HAHA... With Sam and Ying. Too bad Novea carn join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The leap YEars. Ok lah.. Nothing much... But the idiotic 2, make me walk walk and walk. My legs cannot tahan from the past 2 days already lah, will make me walk.. Wahlao... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked past the Moasic Festival and heard a band singing. Good. I loved thier songs. And sadly, I do not know their band's name.. HAHA... Make me wanna form a band too. But a bit impossible lar.. Then we WALKED again to the Singapore Flyer... wah.. Nice. I WILL sit there one day.. I WILL.. But the YING kept complaining how slow it was.. Pls lar ying, 45 mins ok... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun lar... gossiping, shopping??!! and WALKING!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765208741136731094-5566519358139384276?l=ddeadoralive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/feeds/5566519358139384276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6765208741136731094&amp;postID=5566519358139384276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5566519358139384276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765208741136731094/posts/default/5566519358139384276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ddeadoralive.blogspot.com/2008/03/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>hwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525724047479747895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6765208741136731094.post-8020327242106419565</id><published>2008-03-15T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:53:46.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dnd and FOE</title><content type='html'>Yay!! ITs OVER... Dnd and Foe are OVER!!! Great Job guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Firstly, I think my job during the registration at DND is the BEST and EASIEST!! I was juz looking out for people for Mr SB and Ms SB. Basically, looking out for shuai ge and chio bu... HAHA.. But of course the reg ppl helped out too.. HAHA.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the awkward moment was I was actually presenting the prizes to the crowned Ms and Mr SB, and the others. I was wearing formal but sneakers.. Wahlao.. Damn Pai seh.. Anyway, the Mr SB was Matthew.. (High Demand) and 1st runner up Timothy.. HAHA.. Both really shuai.. hehe The girls.. 4get their names.. NVM... I had to rush home thought I really wanted to stay in sch with the rest so much. Sigh. and I missed out eating the chocolate cake! Ai ya.. I wanna eat it so much lah. And din get to celebrate Ali-yo's bdae... Hiaz.. WAt to do??!! have this kind of strict parents.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had morning call from Cecilia... i think it was like 4 plus 5?!!! I was mumbling to her on the phone and went back to sleep again.. Cannot tahan sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOE!!! Tired but FUN. I mean, with this bunch of crazy people org comm, how dull can it be? I mean, with crazy thick skin Justina, burping kings, jordan and Darryl, funny carrie, enjoyable Felicia, and of course all who were present.. ( I can't mention all lah..) I had SO MUCH FUN!! Wee.. The best part was able to hit, or I should say, over the number of ppl expected to go for the FOC. HAHA.. Justina and I were outside, guilding the SB freshies to our room. Justina was crazy, the stockings over her head, scaring ppl away.. HAHAHA.. Oh! I finally found a popping partner! Justina, WEE... Can do popping tgt le.. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am tired tired and tired. 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