<?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-7085112</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:01:54.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fucking blog has a fucking problem.So 4give the fucking thing if it fucking screws up.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>387</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-6728592694089747335</id><published>2008-06-16T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:57:21.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye.</title><content type='html'>My 391st post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally taking a new step.&lt;br /&gt;And saying goodbye to this old companion of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Though neglected , you'll still be here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tankuku.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.tankuku.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-6728592694089747335?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6728592694089747335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=6728592694089747335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6728592694089747335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6728592694089747335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-bye.html' title='Good bye.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5615098630480356153</id><published>2008-06-14T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:17:09.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling random and disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;Haji lane today with Asha and Yuqian. Was fun and tiring.Being sick sucks.&lt;br /&gt;If I had 1 million dollars , I'll buy a ton of bags and clothings from Haji lane. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sadly , Yuqian didn't find what she wanted. :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think I will get Asha donuts soon!&lt;br /&gt;And the turtle we saw today is an alien! But its so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , to O school after to see my boy having his dance lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I think O school's studio is pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;Than to town to see some competition thingy. Radical force is DAMN GOOD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;hankee&gt;&gt; 10 July 1pm Enlistment. Switch : Retarded , Stupid , Clever. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I SPENT MY BLOODY TIME ON U TOO IDIOT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;hankee&gt;&gt; 10 July 1pm Enlistment. Switch : Retarded , Stupid , Clever. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N WHY SHLD I WHOELHEARTEDLY GO OUT WIF U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;hankee&gt;&gt; 10 July 1pm Enlistment. Switch : Retarded , Stupid , Clever. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE R JUS FREIDNS N IT IS U HU THINKS WE R NOT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really am so tempted to say that , but I know its inappropriate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5615098630480356153?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5615098630480356153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5615098630480356153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5615098630480356153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5615098630480356153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5234551356132336513</id><published>2008-06-10T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:54.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing!</title><content type='html'>Mini outing today with the babes was fun fun fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;Started out bad though because ALL OF US were late , except the one person whom we though was not going to come , ASHA. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So let the pictures do the speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7drhjfOkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1LIPU665RAA/s1600-h/DSC01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345558725573186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7drhjfOkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1LIPU665RAA/s320/DSC01675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the very low cut top I was physco-ed to buy from Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dsKYRB8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/09cu3CTtjQ0/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345569684359106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dsKYRB8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/09cu3CTtjQ0/s320/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian and her very cute dress we bought for her from Max and More. SO UNFAIR! WHY I DON'T GET A FREE DRESS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dsiFtLjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2Oj8U33vnjY/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345576048963122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dsiFtLjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2Oj8U33vnjY/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! unglam picture of Asha , with me being unglam behind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210366442115280722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7wrGPlr1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/zIMumP9a6qo/s320/DSC01698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My bird and I. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dtBDx-WI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bq6kH3M3XYU/s1600-h/DSC01697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345584362387810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dtBDx-WI/AAAAAAAAAjs/bq6kH3M3XYU/s320/DSC01697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 girls and a bung , the 5 musketeers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dte__BOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/eWKO4pqYhkg/s1600-h/DSC01707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345592399529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7dte__BOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/eWKO4pqYhkg/s320/DSC01707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "mother" on the left and Ruifen on the right. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jwnJIANI/AAAAAAAAAkE/s_lU7aaqdbU/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210352243194724562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jwnJIANI/AAAAAAAAAkE/s_lU7aaqdbU/s320/DSC01730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jxFcsVcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/do7G2mj_UWU/s1600-h/DSC01711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210352251329861058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jxFcsVcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/do7G2mj_UWU/s320/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jxhBHT5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/N0Cs-Xf5w2Q/s1600-h/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210352258730381202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jxhBHT5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/N0Cs-Xf5w2Q/s320/DSC01719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jyKardCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/WCspLbD6Khk/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210352269843461154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7jyKardCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/WCspLbD6Khk/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the height difference!PT is 1.9metres!WTH LA I'm a MIDGET! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rh1KzOrI/AAAAAAAAAkk/f_HwZ2da5N0/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210360785354832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rh1KzOrI/AAAAAAAAAkk/f_HwZ2da5N0/s320/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7riG0HR0I/AAAAAAAAAks/4q91VXAQXbI/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210360790091515714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7riG0HR0I/AAAAAAAAAks/4q91VXAQXbI/s320/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favouritest bung and I. ASHA YOU BETTER BE HONOURED! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rihy3SRI/AAAAAAAAAk0/10sbBG0-dts/s1600-h/DSC01759cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210360797334030610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rihy3SRI/AAAAAAAAAk0/10sbBG0-dts/s320/DSC01759cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love acting retarded. Just look at my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rjCPwPnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/1KN2Y7JxkWY/s1600-h/HAHA+african.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210360806045138546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rjCPwPnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/1KN2Y7JxkWY/s320/HAHA+african.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! My boy commented that she looks like an African with just her legs.Skinny , boney and black. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rjXg7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nFA7ACC5ahs/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210360811754317330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7rjXg7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nFA7ACC5ahs/s320/reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite picture for the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I upload pictures until I'm so impatient now because blogger takes forever to upload pictures! And I just realised that this post has alot about Asha! That's just so wrong. : /&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while chatting with Vivian online :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bf told me just now that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb when we go starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you and asha and him go buy drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you go out first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt said this starbucks guy ask pt if you are his friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pt said ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that guy told pt that "wah, she look damn hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH LA. No wonder he was so friendly. Narbuay~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I love what Vivian said after that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vengeful,strong and anti-social says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are really on the same crapping frequency as kelvin lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vengeful,strong and anti-social says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u two can be brothers LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROTHERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not guy for your info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got pussy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Vivian's ❤: 17 reasons why; 'you are all that I've got. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i cant believe i said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! I literally LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okie its 5.10am in the morning and my eyebrow has swelled even more because I accidentally hit it just now!UGH.Oh btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7u4eEgEYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jT3_y6wYdYM/s1600-h/piercing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210364472826270082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7u4eEgEYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jT3_y6wYdYM/s320/piercing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piercing needle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7utZxNOcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wX69Us7JOYo/s1600-h/piercing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210364282693040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7utZxNOcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wX69Us7JOYo/s320/piercing1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "stream" of blood which isn't clear because its a screenshot of a video,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7utodh4DI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ma1bqUvGsXo/s1600-h/piercing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210364286637039666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7utodh4DI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ma1bqUvGsXo/s320/piercing2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the final product. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're slowly transforming into the air that I breathe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5234551356132336513?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5234551356132336513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5234551356132336513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5234551356132336513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5234551356132336513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/outing.html' title='Outing!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SE7drhjfOkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1LIPU665RAA/s72-c/DSC01675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-4701290652468409432</id><published>2008-06-09T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:54.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half lid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You attract Yuppies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 60%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;You attract the very well-dressed, job oriented type of people. They usually have their finances together, are 'middle of the road' on most topics, generally happy with the 'main-stream' of things. If it is stability you are after, these are good people to attract, if you seek adventure, it may be time for an overhaul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You attract artsy people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 47%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You attract geeks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 43%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You attract models!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 29%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You attract unstable people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 27%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You attract rednecks!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 24%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_type_of_person_do_you_attract"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What type of person do you attract?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 20px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;Are You Gay, Bi, or Straight?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Gay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 60%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Your result inticates a strong chance that you are gay. Either you already know this or your suspect it. Hopefully you are either accepting of this or working on doing so. Be proud of who you are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Bisexual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 57%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Straight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 27%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_gay_bi_or_straight"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are You Gay, Bi, or Straight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored now la.Coped it from Vivian. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigeon's house today was not utilised well! I practically went there to eat and sleep. Literally. Its a waste that we couldn't connect to her house network and furthermore , my password has already expired so I had to connect to VPN to change it but somehow we just couldn't. So I gave up and gave in to pigeon's bed. Slept for 2 hours I think? HAHA. Was really like a pig! Today was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm - eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm - sleep&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm - eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner consisted of 3 rounds. 2 bowls of chicken curry and a plate of spagetti after that.Ruifen and I were seriously having a food fest at her place. Not to mention she has a designer's kitchen so Ruifen was happily cooking the noodles.HAHAHA.And I've got a very bad obsession with the biscuits that Pigeon's mother bought back from Japan. They are heavenly! Too bad there's no more! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONETHELESS I REALLY LOVE HANGING OUT LIKE TODAY! PIGEON THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!PLEASE DO NOT EMO ANYMORE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and..&lt;strong&gt;ASHA BOUGHT ME DOUBLE CHOCOLATE DONUT FROM DONUT FACTORY THE PREVIOUS TIME , SPONTANEOUSLY WITHOUT ANY BUGGING!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA! Asha this is for you okie! be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE17xLRhXLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XyF63FSutco/s1600-h/CIMG8718edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209956428707617970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SE17xLRhXLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XyF63FSutco/s320/CIMG8718edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , yea. Finally a picture of my piercing. I'm still waiting for the video! And I feel alittle more accomplished now that I've sent the email for an interview with Nikon. Next step - come up with the questions , which is going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me whole. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4701290652468409432?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4701290652468409432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4701290652468409432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4701290652468409432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4701290652468409432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/half-lid.html' title='Half lid.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SE17xLRhXLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XyF63FSutco/s72-c/CIMG8718edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-3119040817079104765</id><published>2008-06-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:38:35.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash!</title><content type='html'>"Sky fitness rocks cause its where all the hot people hang out." - RO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SAW THE CAUCASIAN MALE AGAIN and we STARED as he walked pass us. OOOOOOOO. He emerged from the male toliet as we were entering the female which was just beside. :o&lt;br /&gt;$167 after my 3 days work. I wasn't expecting so much but WOO HOO~!So after receiving the COLD HARD cash , I chiong-ed down to Tatoo duno what(can't remember the shop name) to get my piercing. Its $60 , so ex and Asha said I got cheated. :(&lt;br /&gt;But still! I'm happy with it and I've been wanting one for so long already.&lt;br /&gt;Babes , you all will see it on tue. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ro took a vid of the guy doing the piercing and I'll upload it once I receive it but I strongly advice those who can't stand blood not to watch.&lt;br /&gt;AND VIVIAN(if you're reading this), are you bringing your bf?!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will if you will. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Switch : Retarded , Stupid , Clever. I'd prefer clever. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3119040817079104765?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3119040817079104765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3119040817079104765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3119040817079104765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3119040817079104765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/cash.html' title='Cash!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-429720843189793246</id><published>2008-06-06T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:55.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SEkoJRT9DDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/dG5-aLa3Yas/s1600-h/CENSORED+HAHAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SEkoJRT9DDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/dG5-aLa3Yas/s320/CENSORED+HAHAHA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208738583761718322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the picture looks amazingly retarded but oh well...HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Was happy because I bought this pretty Mango top at only $19. :)&lt;br /&gt;Than got super ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;Like a walking timebomb that nearly fused.&lt;br /&gt;And mood totally went down the drain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcement!!&lt;br /&gt;ASHA's birthday on 25th june , and we're going to PLAY(lesbo/gay club) on the 26th! Who want go? I'm posting here because I know Jas and Pigeon wouldn't be interested. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I swear I saw the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life , today. Caucasian male , tall , built , and very very hot.Model and he works out at SKY FITNESS which is the company I'm doing events for right now. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-429720843189793246?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/429720843189793246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=429720843189793246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/429720843189793246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/429720843189793246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/was-happy-because-i-bought-this-pretty.html' title='Fuse.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SEkoJRT9DDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/dG5-aLa3Yas/s72-c/CENSORED+HAHAHA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-7950001287388101107</id><published>2008-06-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:39:15.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REDaction.</title><content type='html'>REDaction today was STRESS laaaaaaa. Mock stimulus is a killer and I don't know how I survived it. :( Okie maybe I'm just stressing myself , as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doggyhugs"&gt;Jeffery's pictures&lt;/a&gt; are just jaw dropping.And I can't believe that one of the SUI models was there!&lt;br /&gt;Discovered a new shopping centre called Kallang Leisure Park , which a kuku like me really thought was a park until Asha and YQ brought me there.&lt;br /&gt;After that headed to SMU underground to see YOU dance. :) So cute. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner than to Loof. Made a new friend who's name is Amelia. HAHAHA.Really missed chilling at that place.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm here. I've got work tomorrow and I wana see how it goes. MOOLAHS MOOLAHS , WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dark clouds have pass and in comes a new light.&lt;br /&gt;One that I'll view in a whole new different way.&lt;br /&gt;I still want you. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7950001287388101107?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7950001287388101107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7950001287388101107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7950001287388101107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7950001287388101107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/redaction.html' title='REDaction.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-296227534081478848</id><published>2008-06-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:58:44.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pride.</title><content type='html'>Rowena says:&lt;br /&gt;dun be too affected by what ppl say kay?&lt;br /&gt;Rowena says:&lt;br /&gt;most importantly u must feel proud of him..&lt;br /&gt;Rowena says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm. but honestly, he is not bad look la. keep e silly negative thoughts away kay..&lt;br /&gt;Rowena says:&lt;br /&gt;he is a very capable guy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its things like this that I need to hear.Why the hell am i so affected?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-296227534081478848?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/296227534081478848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=296227534081478848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/296227534081478848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/296227534081478848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/pride.html' title='pride.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-9214634284139086150</id><published>2008-06-02T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:53:08.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retarded.</title><content type='html'>Its 6.45am in the morning now and I'm in agora hall 2 blogging on one of the life saving's junior's laptop.Arching my back just to duck the turbo fans that blowing "wind" for everyone in the hall.Barely slept an hour for the whole night and if its not for Jian hao's jacket I probably would have turned into a block of ice by 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , I finally officially know Jonathan ONG. He's seriously crazy. User name is JONSTER89?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. &lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I knew what this concealed feeling brought.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;Right now , I sense its being wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want it to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know what it will bring.&lt;br /&gt;The fear , its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;The guilt , its haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wishes are just not meant to be stated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-9214634284139086150?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/9214634284139086150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=9214634284139086150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/9214634284139086150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/9214634284139086150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/06/retarded.html' title='retarded.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-1538549794459135452</id><published>2008-05-31T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:17:22.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;he wants more, he is greedy, he is not contented to just being ur fren. and the numb ego nut he is, he felt that he has waited for u a long time so he deserves a chance.&lt;br /&gt;he likes u deeply even though u r very far away from wad he would expect for a gf. and he is willing to make many compromises for u, which is smt that he has not done before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect this on your 21st.&lt;br /&gt;And truely , I really appreciate what you've done for me , even though I sometimes can't stand your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;You already know what you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;3 years , this I did not see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1538549794459135452?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1538549794459135452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1538549794459135452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1538549794459135452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1538549794459135452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/honestly.html' title='Honestly'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8432334308028512371</id><published>2008-05-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:23:48.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why.</title><content type='html'>I find the sayings always right.&lt;br /&gt;Guys are generally more insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't put two feet in.&lt;br /&gt;Because the quick sand spares no time.&lt;br /&gt;And now I find myself yearning for a different breed instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angered but at the same time touched by your innocence.&lt;br /&gt;You put me at a lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8432334308028512371?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8432334308028512371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8432334308028512371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8432334308028512371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8432334308028512371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='why.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8821087161198227889</id><published>2008-05-29T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:55.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD-iVhx0hgI/AAAAAAAAAis/PMZpBXkmZgM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD-iVhx0hgI/AAAAAAAAAis/PMZpBXkmZgM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206058184991868418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! And thanks to Asha for reminding me about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Double boobs = double grossness. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD-jeBx0hhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/F1-IAVuF5Gs/s1600-h/DSC_0067edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD-jeBx0hhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/F1-IAVuF5Gs/s320/DSC_0067edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206059430532384274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one. The only proper and nice picture(in my opinion) during the Sui fashion show. Will upload the rest onto flickr when I'm done editing them. :/&lt;br /&gt;My head is on the verge of cracking. The headache's grueling.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting very annoyed with the people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;Especially those that talk big and do nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD-o1Bx0hiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/o_2sk0TT-QI/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD-o1Bx0hiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/o_2sk0TT-QI/s320/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206065323227514402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD...at momentum! Pigeon , this is what i borrowed ur shirt for. The blazer was smart but its super hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8821087161198227889?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8821087161198227889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8821087161198227889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8821087161198227889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8821087161198227889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-and-thanks-to-asha-for-reminding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SD-iVhx0hgI/AAAAAAAAAis/PMZpBXkmZgM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-2648700377274609769</id><published>2008-05-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:56.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD4sTBx0heI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZgxAUiph_qY/s1600-h/CIMG0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205646924693407202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD4sTBx0heI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZgxAUiph_qY/s320/CIMG0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD4rHhx0hdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SfSsAtJ-Mjc/s1600-h/P5180217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205645627613283794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD4rHhx0hdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SfSsAtJ-Mjc/s320/P5180217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably only the inner core remains , while the rest of me constantly fades.&lt;br /&gt;Influence , temptation , attention.&lt;br /&gt;The reality only comes out when the sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;Constant reminder , I need to bring my old self back.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like someone else , especially not her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'm already half way down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this to stop , and I need You to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you two , to remind me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : This girl is damn pretty. Asha , HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD4sTRx0hfI/AAAAAAAAAik/4gN-_fqYVeY/s1600-h/tasha6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205646928988374514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SD4sTRx0hfI/AAAAAAAAAik/4gN-_fqYVeY/s320/tasha6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2648700377274609769?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2648700377274609769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2648700377274609769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2648700377274609769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2648700377274609769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/revolve.html' title='Revolve.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SD4sTBx0heI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZgxAUiph_qY/s72-c/CIMG0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-1451068071426128992</id><published>2008-05-22T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:27:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic</title><content type='html'>A dark cloud overcasts me as I'm swamped by the stares of others. Those that I once thought were trustworthy , they abandoned that belief. Drowned in melancholy , I ponder why they did. I waited for what seemed like eternity , but time seemed to have grind to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia hits as I imagine the gossips they're relishing. I'm disgusted with their fakeness and their drawn out smile. No one seems know this existance. They live without keeping this memory. They move as one , pretending everything is fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation is what they lack , or rather what he lacks. And they , still suck up to his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired , I honestly am. Mentally drained from class , and emotionally - from what's inconvenient to mention here.The phony pretendence is just too much to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1451068071426128992?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1451068071426128992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1451068071426128992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1451068071426128992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1451068071426128992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/melancholic.html' title='Melancholic'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-2004367693355831784</id><published>2008-05-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:56.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitz = Shitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDQ9I-vBYiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zn8KUjmb8Dg/s1600-h/meritous+award+list.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDQ9I-vBYiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zn8KUjmb8Dg/s320/meritous+award+list.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202850694008234530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly , WTF. You see my name? Yes. You see it right? If you don't , its in RED and you have to zoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture yourself in my shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see your name , you head down for the event.&lt;br /&gt;Before that you found out that it starts 1 hour earlier than the time stated on the website.&lt;br /&gt;When you reach , you realise that your name is not in the sitting list.&lt;br /&gt;And when you go to sit with the rest of the award winners, they didn't label your seat for you.&lt;br /&gt;Next , all the people in the row in which you are sitting in stands up to queue for their certificates on stage.&lt;br /&gt;And you're left sitting alone , with alot more award winners behind you.&lt;br /&gt;You approach your advisor and tell him your problem.&lt;br /&gt;He gives you a stunned face.&lt;br /&gt;You then find out that everyone else received an invitation email except you.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't dare to skip the event because you thought it was compulsary.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly , you ended the day's plan early just for the event and found out that you came down on your only off day for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me , how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW OSG! - that's how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worn out by the emotional battles within myself. I'm infuriating others and I seem to infuriate myself. This battle has raged on for too long. Its a bottle ready to boil over , burn and explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2004367693355831784?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2004367693355831784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2004367693355831784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2004367693355831784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2004367693355831784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/glitz-shitz.html' title='Glitz = Shitz'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SDQ9I-vBYiI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zn8KUjmb8Dg/s72-c/meritous+award+list.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-4794062795124578728</id><published>2008-05-19T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:57.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore.</title><content type='html'>Timing is everything when it comes to romance. So if you don't have it in your life right now, try to take a philosophical view of it -- maybe it's just not the right time. Your feelings might be hard to shove aside in favor of this kind of attitude, but it will help you stay away from the blues. Love exists is so many forms in your life right now, so you are doing the universe a disservice by not acknowledging that fact. Spend time with the special people who care so much about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From friendster and its proving every point in my life so true right now.I need to be there for the babes , not just them being there for me. And I don't think I've been doing a very great job. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing a great job updating too because I've been PARTYING!24 hours non-stop party okie.I need to annouce this because I've never been awake at once for so long before.Friday I woke up at 6pm after a blardy tiring week , head down to town to meet Phua Peh. After that club with Shanker , Nurul and Rowena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDF3nuvBYfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zFXzNieHoXQ/s1600-h/P5188184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDF3nuvBYfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zFXzNieHoXQ/s320/P5188184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202070569033490930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDF3oOvBYgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/W5GgHFw20Pw/s1600-h/P5188185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDF3oOvBYgI/AAAAAAAAAh8/W5GgHFw20Pw/s320/P5188185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202070577623425538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDF3ouvBYhI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4EqLG5BHfn0/s1600-h/P5188229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SDF3ouvBYhI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4EqLG5BHfn0/s320/P5188229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202070586213360146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see...those are pictures of Ro getting rather high. HAHAHA. And Shanker was acting our boyfriend throughout the night , because there were these 2 irritating assholes who kept trying to dance with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I headed to work la , so just imagine working right after clubbing.Its the ultimate torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than to PIGEON'S HOUSE WARMING PARTY!!Pigeon! I want the pictures!And to everyone reading : PIGEON'S HOUSE LOOKS LIKE BILLY BOMBERS AND ITS @(!!*#!*@#&amp;)!*@ AWESOME. Doesn't look suitable for the bird. HAHAHAHA.But honestly , its like a showcase room that came to life , but it didn't just pop to reality but is serving its function as a fully functional house. Bobby has shrunk because he went for a shave but he's still very very adorable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than movie with Kelvin.Vegas was an alright show. Its funny but not worth the 10 bucks I feel.I wana catch CHOCOLATE!Heard the moves are super good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright , my posts are loosing their volume but I think I can only blog emo when I'm truely emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4794062795124578728?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4794062795124578728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4794062795124578728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4794062795124578728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4794062795124578728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/hardcore.html' title='Hardcore.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SDF3nuvBYfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zFXzNieHoXQ/s72-c/P5188184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-5044186440479973036</id><published>2008-05-14T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:49:08.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>I'm fucking irritated with everything that's going on in class. The module , the people , every fucking thing. I can't stand it when you throw the act like you know all shit when you don't even have a fucking clue about what is going on. I have a limit mother fucker. There is a limit to how much I can take your ego. Stop acting like a loser and own up for somethings that you bullshit about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just not have done the fucking shit , now I'm pissing myself off. I don't even know why I should give a damn about others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5044186440479973036?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5044186440479973036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5044186440479973036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5044186440479973036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5044186440479973036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3886177849611193422</id><published>2008-05-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:17:28.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop.</title><content type='html'>Supposed to go tanning with Vivian today but ended up cancelling it again because it was raining.I miss tanning , and I miss spending quality time with the babes. Been spending too much time just doing everything else except having good chats with them.I promise to transfer my life's information during the next meetup okie. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting to my head again and I feel the need to fence myself up for once to remember who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Asha and Annabelle I'm sooo sorry for telling you the wrong date okie. We got the dates messed up. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3886177849611193422?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3886177849611193422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3886177849611193422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3886177849611193422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3886177849611193422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/pop.html' title='Pop.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3486850847501426469</id><published>2008-05-11T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:31:11.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucker.</title><content type='html'>Now that its starting to feel real , I feel so incapable of it.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to love because I'm afraid to lose.&lt;br /&gt;The fear makes me incapable.&lt;br /&gt;Sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3486850847501426469?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3486850847501426469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3486850847501426469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3486850847501426469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3486850847501426469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/sucker.html' title='Sucker.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3340017584523293066</id><published>2008-05-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:36:18.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonono.</title><content type='html'>Note to self : &lt;br /&gt;- get pictures from Jessamine , Jasmine and Rowena. &lt;br /&gt;- Do Lester's card by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;- Confirm who is going to pigeon's house warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with the bimbos yesterday.Happy birthday andy! Its been so loooooooooooooong since we last talked to Jasmine. Felt nice to finally meet up to gossip and make fun of her tai tai ways. HAHA. Jas , you are so entertaining. :D And vivian I hope you like the towel. I honestly didn't know what colour to get you. And I was super distracted by my handphone yesterday even though I know I shouldn't be. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no knowledge why but it feels as though God is giving me a lesson on nostalgia or something. I've been seeing all my different secondary school mates all over the place over the span of one month. Its just weird. Not to mention I saw Zara yesterday. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that , bimbos headed home , dropped by acid bar to visit Kelvin. Waited for Ro to make her way down town as she wanted to head down to Butter. Acid Bar is a cool place to chill! Asha! I can bring you there , Loof no live band eh! And when you all want to go hang out? Give date. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie main point , I've been partying a little too much. I think I need to stop before I get too into it.ROWENA , you see laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3340017584523293066?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3340017584523293066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3340017584523293066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3340017584523293066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3340017584523293066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/nonono.html' title='Nonono.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5580049992846310393</id><published>2008-05-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:51:16.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I should end the day , this filled me with laughing gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Fly rice&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;bee fly rice&lt;/em&gt; , errr..&lt;br /&gt;you wan &lt;em&gt;cheeken culy&lt;/em&gt;? errr..&lt;br /&gt;got also the nasi lemak..&lt;br /&gt;all you want ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err..drinks err...&lt;br /&gt;we have the &lt;em&gt;flute juice&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;we also have bandung.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian just listen to de-anger. I bet you $50 you will laugh. HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyQflqeqn_U"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5580049992846310393?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5580049992846310393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5580049992846310393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5580049992846310393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5580049992846310393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8839314247674326628</id><published>2008-05-07T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:57.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. And have been sick for the past one week. The feeling sucks because you'd feel so drained everywhere you go.Body please recover soon. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to shoot yesterday for the Sui fashion show audition. And I managed to get only a few good shots because I was using a compact digital. The pictures turn out very "noisy" and its amplified when you convert it to black and white. Oh and being in the interview , seeing the girls and guys under stress very fun! HAHA. The girls were ask 2 very crucial questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)On a scale of 1 to 10 , rate your level of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;2)Again on a scale of 1 to 10 , rate how pretty you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one girl who was really thick skined(this i have to admit) went like:"10 out of 10 la!" to the first question. It was a very casual answer with no seriousness in it.Than amazingly she went:"10 out of 10 also la!" to the second question. HAHAHAHAHAHA! I swear me and Najib were about to laugh our asses out.Shhhh I'm not supposed to be saying this but hehe. The other more confident girls answered with real confidence and proper projection of voice. And they were didn't sound arrogant , so you get the picture. Oh and there were really quite a few pretty sweet looking girls and one cute malay guy! I got a close up shot of his face on my flickr.HEHEHE. :D Anyway , another favourite picture in a long long time. So loved that its now on my desktop.HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SCF1KvPkJyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qS28lP4JOgs/s1600-h/IMG_4787edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SCF1KvPkJyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qS28lP4JOgs/s320/IMG_4787edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197564272303154978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty! Really pretty. Anyway , Asha!You better teach me html okie! I plan to do a new blogskin soon. And yes , sometimes you're so random that its interesting. Why do i have to admit?!Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really NEED to get myself a new camera , because I can't keep borrowing from others. Anyone care to sponsor?! haha.Upcoming events :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogue UT tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Ed.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner with Andy.(maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Pigeon's house warming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still ought to plan the celebration for Firdaus's birthday!I'm lazy! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8839314247674326628?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8839314247674326628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8839314247674326628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8839314247674326628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8839314247674326628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SCF1KvPkJyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qS28lP4JOgs/s72-c/IMG_4787edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-3740110047109482645</id><published>2008-05-05T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:57:01.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite weirdly.</title><content type='html'>I'm now in school blogging at the most inappropriate time. Meaning 25 minutes before my UT is about to start. That's besides the point. Somehow throughout the day , I just realised that most interesting characters actually come from bungs/butches. No , besides the fact that I was once attached to one , I honestly think that sometimes they provide the most entertainment. Seriously speaking , they are still girls that have character. HAHAHA. Yes I know I'm random. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie I need to do my quiz now , and my test is starting in 15 minutes. Help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3740110047109482645?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3740110047109482645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3740110047109482645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3740110047109482645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3740110047109482645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/quite-weirdly.html' title='Quite weirdly.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5507913719753120623</id><published>2008-05-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:01:57.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SBy6oKBAitI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wmDNr90Sz2M/s1600-h/2410324271_25988ca8e8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SBy6oKBAitI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wmDNr90Sz2M/s320/2410324271_25988ca8e8_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196233269124827858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;t's a cruel memory&lt;br /&gt;To look back on who we were&lt;br /&gt;Cuz our past is a poison&lt;br /&gt;And one that will never have a cure &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on flickr. There's no other better way to put this into perspective because the poison just keeps flowing within my memories. Why am I so emo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to notsogoodphotography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5507913719753120623?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5507913719753120623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5507913719753120623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5507913719753120623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5507913719753120623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/poison.html' title='Poison.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SBy6oKBAitI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wmDNr90Sz2M/s72-c/2410324271_25988ca8e8_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-8881216893589773168</id><published>2008-05-02T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:19:20.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm just stupid. With my first 2 A's of the new year , come my greatest downfall , I sucked at the first UT. Either that or its just karma? I understand but I don't know how to do it on my own. How smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is dying a terrible death , and its death is affecting my nose. Okie metaphorically. I'm sick and I find it so &lt;em&gt;kang kor&lt;/em&gt; to swollow and breathe. Please anti-viruses! Kill the invaders! I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note , my pp scope has been approved. Yay! :) And clubbing with Rowena is the highlight of the week! weeee~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8881216893589773168?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8881216893589773168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8881216893589773168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8881216893589773168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8881216893589773168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-4414474891620855304</id><published>2008-04-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:48:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>I just need my life to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Its resurfacing again and again and I know I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I need escape from the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am dying for a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4414474891620855304?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4414474891620855304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4414474891620855304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4414474891620855304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4414474891620855304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/04/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8611965090948350816</id><published>2008-04-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:15:38.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First class photo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v625/busdriver114/?action=view&amp;amp;current=25-04-08_1139-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/busdriver114/25-04-08_1139-1.jpg" width="450" border="0" length="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first photo with one of my classmates. I call him METRO(it stands for metrosexual) but his real name is Yan. And he really isn't Metro. HAHA. I think his eyes are super funny. And honestly , the first time I actually slacked through first and second meeting. I know some of you all are scratching your head laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and Vivian : Thanks so much for all the encouragement you guys given me. And especially to Vivian , I can sense myself feeling alittle better this week. :) Also to Vivian , please please take care of yourself. Don't die on me because I will built you a paper coffin and curse you that you died on me. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly , this time its going to be awkward. Really awkward.Giving this friendship another chance just feels weird too , because I wouldn't know what to say anymore , or for the matter , what not to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with polo boys tomorrow...movie = money. Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8611965090948350816?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8611965090948350816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8611965090948350816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8611965090948350816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8611965090948350816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-class-photo.html' title='First class photo.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-7398160708372734386</id><published>2008-04-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:21:14.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoralised beyond belief</title><content type='html'>Useless.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so useless right now.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard during monday's lesson and i still couldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to be of any importance anymore to the IG.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to lengthen my patience but its not working.&lt;br /&gt;I tried the hardest to understand faster , but i'm just slow.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only feel inspired by one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kevincoombs/"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i miss it like hell ,&lt;br /&gt;cause i can't force myself to like what i don't , anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7398160708372734386?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7398160708372734386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7398160708372734386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7398160708372734386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7398160708372734386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/04/demoralised-beyond-belief.html' title='Demoralised beyond belief'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-6319155349577044023</id><published>2008-04-22T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:03.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega upload!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! I've been busy and stressed up so I don't think I need to elaborate. HAHA. Anyway , this post is going to be a megasized one. Lots of pictures , few different events. Actually I was supposed to update over the weekends but I didn't have the batam pictures then , so I was reluctant. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-1aBAijI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8IzyplR07TI/s1600-h/DSCF0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192086138898123314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-1aBAijI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8IzyplR07TI/s320/DSCF0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the boarding area checking our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-16BAikI/AAAAAAAAAgg/UiAoEIca9R0/s1600-h/DSCF0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192086147488057922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-16BAikI/AAAAAAAAAgg/UiAoEIca9R0/s320/DSCF0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye singapore for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-2KBAilI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7jceXr2OT5M/s1600-h/DSCF0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192086151783025234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-2KBAilI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7jceXr2OT5M/s320/DSCF0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dear monkey and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-2qBAimI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Vea9R5N-40E/s1600-h/DSCF0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192086160372959842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-2qBAimI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Vea9R5N-40E/s320/DSCF0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4BgqBAioI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KpGcuK6aPN4/s1600-h/DSCF0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192089080950721154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4BgqBAioI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KpGcuK6aPN4/s320/DSCF0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4BhaBAipI/AAAAAAAAAhI/JX81TwB1Rt0/s1600-h/DSCF0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192089093835623058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4BhaBAipI/AAAAAAAAAhI/JX81TwB1Rt0/s320/DSCF0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-3KBAinI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AmOwHDPqgvc/s1600-h/DSCF0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192086168962894450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-3KBAinI/AAAAAAAAAg4/AmOwHDPqgvc/s320/DSCF0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayuri (his picture look like model siol. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4Bh6BAiqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/2JWEF4HIdjQ/s1600-h/DSCF0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192089102425557666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4Bh6BAiqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/2JWEF4HIdjQ/s320/DSCF0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Klein wannabe model , Choun Meng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34B6BAiZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7jAw590dLzk/s1600-h/DSCF0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192078657065093522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34B6BAiZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7jAw590dLzk/s320/DSCF0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34CaBAiaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fL0-Z1UOylU/s1600-h/DSCF0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192078665655028130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34CaBAiaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fL0-Z1UOylU/s320/DSCF0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retard was trying to make all of us look small by posing as though his fingers are gigantic. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34C6BAibI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5x8Ak8jkFrM/s1600-h/DSCF0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192078674244962738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34C6BAibI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5x8Ak8jkFrM/s320/DSCF0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batam's first stop - Megamall , Batam centre , Jco Donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34DKBAicI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Fx8d3uRHzV0/s1600-h/DSCF0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192078678539930050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34DKBAicI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Fx8d3uRHzV0/s320/DSCF0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i was on a diet , i decided to skip the donuts and settled just for the drink but! a free donut came with each drink! And i swear that's the best donut i've ever tasted despite it being glazed. Damn shiok. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34DqBAidI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gowrFRj8gug/s1600-h/DSCF0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192078687129864658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA34DqBAidI/AAAAAAAAAfs/gowrFRj8gug/s320/DSCF0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31DaBAiUI/AAAAAAAAAek/-e3IBcvsl7E/s1600-h/DSCF0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192075384300013890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31DaBAiUI/AAAAAAAAAek/-e3IBcvsl7E/s320/DSCF0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THIS is the Bakso I was telling everyone about. Its pure meat ball heaven. I've never liked meat balls and I went there drooling for more. If only i can ta pao for everyone...HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31EaBAiVI/AAAAAAAAAes/_tpsxpXAGHI/s1600-h/DSCF0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192075401479883090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31EaBAiVI/AAAAAAAAAes/_tpsxpXAGHI/s320/DSCF0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4C1aBAirI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HU0Zqzx_R8E/s1600-h/DSCF0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090536944634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA4C1aBAirI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HU0Zqzx_R8E/s320/DSCF0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31F6BAiXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fbK34QFSKmQ/s1600-h/DSCF0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192075427249686898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31F6BAiXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fbK34QFSKmQ/s320/DSCF0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to shopping malls all over batam that day and that is just one of them. Its really quite common to see shopping malls that are only half open throughout the day throughout batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31GaBAiYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/1sanoc788OY/s1600-h/DSCF0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192075435839621506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA31GaBAiYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/1sanoc788OY/s320/DSCF0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayuri's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3oaaBAiJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PZb9wrYEmKg/s1600-h/DSCF0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192061485785843858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3oaaBAiJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PZb9wrYEmKg/s320/DSCF0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not EVER walk along batam roadside alone because you never know what might happen to you. While walking we got honk-ed by 4 to 5 taxis that were so eager to pick us up , but the sad fact is that not all Batam taxi drivers can be trusted.They can just pick you up and send you somewhere unknown. We were told only the blue ones were reputed and it was quite annoying that you can't even have a peaceful 15 minute walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3oa6BAiKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kyqU15jMkwU/s1600-h/DSCF0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192061494375778466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3oa6BAiKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kyqU15jMkwU/s320/DSCF0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another shopping mall's arcade..guess what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3obaBAiLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1JE8jUCIEPU/s1600-h/DSCF0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192061502965713074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3obaBAiLI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1JE8jUCIEPU/s320/DSCF0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3ob6BAiMI/AAAAAAAAAds/jdRh-yyertY/s1600-h/DSCF0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192061511555647682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3ob6BAiMI/AAAAAAAAAds/jdRh-yyertY/s320/DSCF0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned , this was the second Bakso inn that we stopped by. We had Bakso for both lunch and dinner so you can imagine how addictive it is , though its an msg overload. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3ocKBAiNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DZdAQKWijfc/s1600-h/DSCF0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192061515850614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3ocKBAiNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DZdAQKWijfc/s320/DSCF0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we ended off with shopping shopping and more shopping. Its a good thing that we had the luxary of sitting this around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3gcqBAiAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YIMNahkwkEI/s1600-h/DSCF0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192052728347527170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3gcqBAiAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YIMNahkwkEI/s320/DSCF0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day it was sentosa with Vivian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3gdaBAiBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5s-ONpIgMPM/s1600-h/DSCF0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192052741232429074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3gdaBAiBI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5s-ONpIgMPM/s320/DSCF0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3gd6BAiCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WUy08-ERxjc/s1600-h/DSCF0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192052749822363682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3gd6BAiCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WUy08-ERxjc/s320/DSCF0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than meetup with the W35E babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3geKBAiDI/AAAAAAAAAco/2KmcHkcrtVY/s1600-h/DSCF0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192052754117330994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3geKBAiDI/AAAAAAAAAco/2KmcHkcrtVY/s320/DSCF0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently , Annabelle's birthday cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3geqBAiEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yB183eWv3KY/s1600-h/DSCF0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192052762707265602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3geqBAiEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yB183eWv3KY/s320/DSCF0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who haven't seen the card , this is the 95% completion of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy's birthday celebration and clubbing with Rowena both on the 19th was utter sinful. I drank alittle too much and got a hangover the next morning. The feeling..sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , trials for aquatic kick off.&lt;br /&gt;"You are either in Water polo or Life saving. There is no swimming."&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because you are either fast or slow.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dejected. I don't even feel part of aquatic anymore , and i guess maybe i'm not since swimming no longer exist , I no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly tired , and drained. School is stressing me out with maths and codings everyday and I fear I'm about to break. Even DE(Digital Electronics) that's said to be the easiest module seems like a huge wall for me to overcome. Everyday i end the day with dead brain , and I can't seem to plan my breakouts with my friends well. &lt;br /&gt;To all : Please forgive me if I've pang se-d you even once during breakouts and please deal with my impatience for a while longer while i try to cope with the change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...Joke of the day :&lt;br /&gt;ph. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meng?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ph. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tt guy pervert one la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ph. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tdy i was walkin with my friend den i saw him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ph. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;den he come to me and say "aie. u long time never help me rub ball le.. after sch free?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ph. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cb! i ji dao don know hw to reply him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-6319155349577044023?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6319155349577044023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=6319155349577044023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6319155349577044023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6319155349577044023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/04/mega-upload.html' title='Mega upload!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/SA3-1aBAijI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8IzyplR07TI/s72-c/DSCF0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-3523261629374654776</id><published>2008-04-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:21:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My unrealistic schedule.</title><content type='html'>Right so the reason why i haven't been updating is because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon 7/4 &lt;br /&gt;Lesson till 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;1st breakout W35E girls.&lt;br /&gt;2nd breakout W16K peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming until supposedly 7pm.( I left at 8pm but they were still training)&lt;br /&gt;Reach home at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Did Annabelle's birthday board till 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue 8/4&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSEDLY&lt;br /&gt;Lesson till 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;1st breakout W35E girls.&lt;br /&gt;2nd breakout meeting with Gary.&lt;br /&gt;Movie with Glenn after school.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking with Rowena Isabelle till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 9/4&lt;br /&gt;Meet her for dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;Ben at night for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 10/4&lt;br /&gt;Lesson till 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;1st breakout W35E girls.&lt;br /&gt;2nd breakout Pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming / Out with Vivian to get her shoes(maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 11/4&lt;br /&gt;Lesson till 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;1st breakout Clayton and gang.&lt;br /&gt;2nd breakout most likely pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week is a killer for me. That explains why i haven't been updating because the previous weeks i've been busy too. CM's camera is still with me and these are my debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM - $50&lt;br /&gt;Rowena - $13.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who owe me money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian - $30&lt;br /&gt;Pigeon - $25&lt;br /&gt;Ruifen - $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea , i'm a part time loan shark. HAHAHA. Anyway pictures will be up as soon as i return CM his camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3523261629374654776?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3523261629374654776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3523261629374654776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3523261629374654776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3523261629374654776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-unrealistic-schedule.html' title='My unrealistic schedule.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-663352942349874047</id><published>2008-04-03T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:59:44.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucktard.</title><content type='html'>I seriously swear on my life right now that i will never give you another chance to prove yourself again. I SWEAR. You will die in the streets , unknown , with no one to pick up your dead body , and no where to dispose of. You will be eaten by insects of all kinds , and the carcass , cleared by the roadkill company. You will be deemed disowned with no family and given a unlabelled tomb. Last of all , you will no longer be given any more chances from today forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think just because you give me $15 per day that you are big shit. The reason i got to where am i today doesn't come from your fucking "big" pocket. You go feed the horses and die with them , don't come back to your family. Beat me or not take money from you again? I will not take money from your filthy hands again. I'd rather work. At least what i do does not go under your control. IF you ever lay your fucking dirt-filled hands on me again , i'll make sure the police comes. You are a fucking piece of dirt on the floor , and you will never get any pity from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-663352942349874047?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/663352942349874047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=663352942349874047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/663352942349874047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/663352942349874047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/04/fucktard.html' title='Fucktard.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3727871536978723104</id><published>2008-04-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:03:57.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakso in Batam!</title><content type='html'>I had a very rejuvenating trip to Batam today with CM and his friends. I haven't got the pictures because the memory card doesn't fit the laptop slot but I'll be sure to update once i've got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write down what i briefly remember from today...or more or what's more significant. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Bakso for lunch AND dinner today , MSG overload. Its something like Gu Bah Bee Hoon in Singapore but its way better. The meetballs are killer! Damn blardy awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while strolling around , CM , I and friend decided to try a local Batam pancake. Its heavenly la i swearrrrrrr. Light crips on the surface and down right soft-spongy in the "meat". The chocolate was nice and not too cloyingly sweet. My mum's pancake could never beat that in a hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable was on the trip back. I happened to step out to see the sky and stars blanket the entire patch of black. The feeling is just undescrible. The sticky sea breeze caressing again ur skin , the howling of the exhaust and engines of the boat , the vibration of the rails as the boat growled , the swaying to the waves of the sea , and lastly , the twinkles of the stars that covered the night sky. What i could describe here is only 1/8 of what i sensed. It was like magic in today's world and i've only seen more stars than that only once. I wished...Oh so rejuvenating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phrase of the day : "My virgin Batam trip." HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3727871536978723104?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3727871536978723104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3727871536978723104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3727871536978723104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3727871536978723104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/04/bakso-in-batam.html' title='Bakso in Batam!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8709333186148731767</id><published>2008-03-30T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:06:02.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss!</title><content type='html'>SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i haven't been updating recently , and i don't know why. Somehow i just seem to lost my vibe in life. Waterpolo yesterday with Clarence , Sam and Darci and it just felt so weird to finally meet up with them after so long. And surprise surprise! Sam has a gf...which apparently made it so much weirder. Plus , Darci was giving me the cold shoulder. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its so weird because now i can't seem to talk to Sam like a normal friend. The barrier is up! Because we used to crap about every single shit , and now its reduced to half the shit. HAHAHA. oh man i'm so full of joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New class is E45C , so whoever's near please tell me! lol. Oh i know Pei hao is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://lowfat-box.livejournal.com/"&gt;this girl's blog&lt;/a&gt; just now and it reminded me so badly of how i found life all so new and full of surprises in the past. The new places to chill , to indulge in dessert , the new places to capture in stills , and the moments in which i would enjoy so cloyingly sweet in the past. I wish those I could bring those moments back but somehow i seem to have lost my senses. I no longer find the element of taboo anymore in life right now , though there are still some interests once along the road. And somehow , the ugly rear of life seems to bearing its horrid head to me more than the enjoyment of it. I'm not saying my life now is bad laaaa...i think its just too..monotonous? I don't know.Everyone else's life is a heartbeat , while mine is a line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe watching the old Naruto just brought out the old me for a few days(I've been watching for the past few days okie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how i miss photography. I miss it and missing it is just an understatment. I want a camera oh-so-badly now. i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want. Anyone care to sponser?! If i had one now i would take pictures of every single thing i think. Okie than everyone would think i'm mad , but UGH! I really miss taking pictures la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And flea also yesterday with Belle. I was DEAD tired yesterday by the time i met her so i was stoned , but than again , i think we did have some nice chats. :D I slept at 9pm yesterday night and woke up at 11am this morning. yes , i didn't sleep for 24 hours because i want to turn back my biological clock. I've been sleeping at 2PM to 10PM for the past few weeks and staying awake throughout the whole night than sleeping again at 2PM. How nice. And Batam tomorrow with CM and friends. I hope it isn't going to be another weird trip. : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8709333186148731767?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8709333186148731767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8709333186148731767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8709333186148731767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8709333186148731767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss.html' title='I miss!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-4518925140488753957</id><published>2008-03-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:04.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Shippuuden 51-52</title><content type='html'>Went cycling at east coast today with Jas and Ruifen. And i had a fun time talking loads of crap , and trying to race each other. It was extra entertainment that Jas fell down today. HAHAHA. But anyhow , do take care of that wound. :) &lt;br /&gt;We headed to eat Popeyes at T1 after that and took some photos. Courtesy of ruifen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7L3nZzYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CIK7BoQb1aw/s1600-h/DSC01193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7L3nZzYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CIK7BoQb1aw/s320/DSC01193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386077639396738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7MXnZzZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-sHJUucOoTM/s1600-h/DSC01197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7MXnZzZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-sHJUucOoTM/s320/DSC01197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386086229331346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7MnnZzaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/xpQuQWBljnE/s1600-h/DSC01250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7MnnZzaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/xpQuQWBljnE/s320/DSC01250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386090524298658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7M3nZzbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/54kvfyXbXck/s1600-h/DSC01243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7M3nZzbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/54kvfyXbXck/s320/DSC01243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386094819265970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7NHnZzcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/0hM_QdLqnVA/s1600-h/DSC01204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7NHnZzcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/0hM_QdLqnVA/s320/DSC01204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181386099114233282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now , my mind is just filled to the brim with naruto shippuuden. The latest episode is ESTACY OKIE! Pigeon if you are reading this you're going to die because i'm going to post a spoiler! They finally met Sasuke! And Sasuke has achieved FULL BODY CHIDORI. WOOOOOO~~~~~! I'm like on drugs , sad a minute and high the next. Thank you viv for being there when i needed you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4518925140488753957?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4518925140488753957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4518925140488753957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4518925140488753957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4518925140488753957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/naruto-shippuuden-51-52.html' title='Naruto Shippuuden 51-52'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R-f7L3nZzYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CIK7BoQb1aw/s72-c/DSC01193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-1837297618362070481</id><published>2008-03-22T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:06.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless.</title><content type='html'>I strongly believe what they say about karma. That JT straining his lungs out with "what goes around comes around" really has its effect. Just one day. I talked to someone whom i haven't spoken to for months , chain effect , another person who hasn't spoken to me for months came to talk to me. Plus , these 2 people were once important to me. I feel my senses hitching a rollarcoaster ride for a while , but they're all starting to feel sick. I think i can no longer hold it in like i used to. I haven't felt like this for while , and when it hits , I know i'm heading for an outbreak.Someone PLEASE teach me how to control the feeling of reminiscence , or nostalgia , or retrospect or whatever you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , onto the happier part of the post. I've finally convinced myself to do a proper picture post , which i haven't done so in a while now. I wanted to do a combined post on Nicola and Choun Meng's birthday but i haven't got the pictures for Nicola's , so that will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsCnnZzPI/AAAAAAAAAag/6vniZAH4CeA/s1600-h/DSC00459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180665738609413362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsCnnZzPI/AAAAAAAAAag/6vniZAH4CeA/s320/DSC00459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 15/03/08 , met up at 3-4 ++ because I WAS LATE. Since i was late , we missed the show. And tada..we ended up at fish and co at about 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsDHnZzQI/AAAAAAAAAao/Xh5Cs3iVOL4/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180665747199347970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsDHnZzQI/AAAAAAAAAao/Xh5Cs3iVOL4/s320/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So , its a very standard day for CM and Andy , the usual gaying partners. Btw , that jug of peach/mango/whatever-is-in-it drink is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsDXnZzRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/frqRQ8lg42s/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180665751494315282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsDXnZzRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/frqRQ8lg42s/s320/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So i ate this. I meant , all of us ate this. HAHA. Only difference was that some wanted it with rice rather than chips. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsDnnZzSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NZlpWxQNpwM/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180665755789282594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsDnnZzSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NZlpWxQNpwM/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after dinner , Vivian and I flew by the Canele shop nearby and got him 7 cakes. Total damage : $58.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vt8XnZzXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ge3BRek1uR8/s1600-h/b6fa_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180667830258486642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vt8XnZzXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ge3BRek1uR8/s320/b6fa_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so , we requested fish and co to sing him a birthday song , with him standing on the chair and holding a sparkler. " Paiseh lar.. " , as what Choun Meng would say. He refused many times , and even confused the waiter who's birthday it was ( he pointed to Pei Hao the moment he saw the cake ) but he still went up in the end. But he came down many times too. HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsD3nZzTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GrNPL2ZVk6s/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180665760084249906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsD3nZzTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GrNPL2ZVk6s/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Than it was off to E-max and there were the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vs33nZzUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OdhEYUaFfF0/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180666653437447490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vs33nZzUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OdhEYUaFfF0/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okie...that underwear belongs to me BUT its new and i haven't worn it okie! So gross laa. HAHA. But anyway , this came with my new underwear wallet which has the exact same printings say PANTS OF PEACE. :) Cute rite? HAHAHAHA! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vs4nnZzVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6fovbR6jzso/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180666666322349394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vs4nnZzVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6fovbR6jzso/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that was all of us at E max enjoying the cakes and they were watching Balls of Fury btw. I was not exactly interested. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vs4nnZzWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VIg8ls90L6Q/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180666666322349410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R-Vs4nnZzWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VIg8ls90L6Q/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Emax ,some of us headed to catch Step Up 2 while others headed home.At the end of the day , i hope all of them had a great time. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that i'm feeling rather down doing this post. It feels so forced. ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1837297618362070481?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1837297618362070481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1837297618362070481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1837297618362070481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1837297618362070481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/helpless.html' title='Helpless.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R-VsCnnZzPI/AAAAAAAAAag/6vniZAH4CeA/s72-c/DSC00459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-2533307475699676558</id><published>2008-03-19T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:34:48.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance like Jello!</title><content type='html'>I will do some proper updates with pictures and all when i'm using my com. But right now , i'm using my brother's and i just HAVE TO show you all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjMo0bN71BY&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/bjMo0bN71BY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you see the guy in orange. He's like made out of jello one second , and maybe a robot the next. I'm still so amused after watching it the 10th time. And anyway , i'm suddenly so in love with dance. I need to cure the urge! HAHAHA. That sounded rather wrong. Till the next post yalls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2533307475699676558?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2533307475699676558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2533307475699676558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2533307475699676558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2533307475699676558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/dance-like-jello.html' title='Dance like Jello!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-1701509623413464443</id><published>2008-03-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:08.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>Its been a rather hectic week for me so i really couldn't be bothered to update much. There have been so many close friends whom i want to try and help but i feel that the things that i can help them with are so small and insignificant. All i can do is listen. But i guess sometimes the line of helping excessively shouldn't be crossed if not you will be labelled a nosey person. To those who've rant to me the past few days about your problems : I'm so sorry i suck at advising but i hope i've been a good listening ear. Why i suck at advising? I myself haven't dealt perfectly with those problems you guys are facing..I'm now so afraid to love because i no longer want to lose. So there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , it was sweet's birthday yesterday and I was glad everything worked out as planned. Thanks so much to fish that we actually got a few cakes to eat. 6 to be exact , all from Canele. Priced at an average of $7.50 per cake. The highest was a mind-blowing $9. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lN4eSHN8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UJmPfHHWtrk/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177254879236143042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lN4eSHN8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UJmPfHHWtrk/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her present from Victoria Jomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lN4-SHN9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/tLaPhVugcCc/s1600-h/10-03-08_2137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177254887826077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lN4-SHN9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/tLaPhVugcCc/s320/10-03-08_2137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the card(which has a few pages) that i made on behalf of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the pics for yesterday to come in from isabelle , so once they are in, and i have the time and mood , i'll post them up.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at fish and Co and the people were outrageously affable and sang Nicola their Fish and Co birthday song. They even asked her to stand on her chair. HAHA. So i would highly recomand those who want a memorable birthday combined with fine dining to head there. :)&lt;br /&gt;So just some pictures of Fish , Nicola and I when we were heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMceSHN3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/vaXWmswXunQ/s1600-h/DSC09155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177253298688178034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMceSHN3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/vaXWmswXunQ/s320/DSC09155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMdOSHN4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/p42XoCpjttk/s1600-h/DSC09156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177253311573079938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMdOSHN4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/p42XoCpjttk/s320/DSC09156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMdeSHN5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ui0bp0kqYDw/s1600-h/DSC09159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177253315868047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMdeSHN5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ui0bp0kqYDw/s320/DSC09159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMduSHN6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7brOhNpR7pI/s1600-h/DSC09160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177253320163014562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMduSHN6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/7brOhNpR7pI/s320/DSC09160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMd-SHN7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/yoe-vnFY3NM/s1600-h/DSC09162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177253324457981874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lMd-SHN7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/yoe-vnFY3NM/s320/DSC09162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap our cabine is EMPTY at Marina Bay so we decided to party? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;EH!WHERE IS THE PIC OF FISH ACTING CUTE?! TMD.&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to Isabelle , for without her , this party wouldn't have been a sucess.And also a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so , I've been gaming alot lately too and it sucks to have no sound on your computer at all. Its not mine la actually , my brother's. The speaker's spoilt! :( But anyway , gaming does have its hilarious and fun moments too you know! Too bad those reading don't know how to appreciate. HAHAHAHAHA. Ah Bun~~~~~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIw-SHNzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aIWbv9MxVzY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177249252828985138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIw-SHNzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/aIWbv9MxVzY/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIxeSHN0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/B3-1oZnm6ps/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177249261418919746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIxeSHN0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/B3-1oZnm6ps/s320/untitled1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIxuSHN1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/dyYrqH7sjW4/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177249265713887058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIxuSHN1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/dyYrqH7sjW4/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIxuSHN2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/nwoyixhE4Ng/s1600-h/untitled3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177249265713887074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lIxuSHN2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/nwoyixhE4Ng/s320/untitled3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1701509623413464443?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1701509623413464443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1701509623413464443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1701509623413464443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1701509623413464443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R9lN4eSHN8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UJmPfHHWtrk/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-1311990816523477579</id><published>2008-03-08T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:56:55.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How far?</title><content type='html'>How far must one go in order to fulfill his sexual desire?&lt;br /&gt;How far must one go in order to boose his already gargantuas ego?&lt;br /&gt;How far must the deceit go , to know when to stop?&lt;br /&gt;How much must one bring in to know when to halt?&lt;br /&gt;How much evil does one's heart possess?&lt;br /&gt;How much does one need to put in , to prove that she was true since the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;How much does one need to sacrifice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH RESPONSIBILITY DOES ONE EXHIBIT AFTER DOING SUCH AN ATROCIOUSLY BEASTLY AND HIDEOUS ACT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. Not a single strand of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEO WEI LI ,&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever reading this , the karma will go back to you. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if any of what i've typed above is related to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;So much for "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME OR FOR ME RETARDS(HAHA). I DON'T HAVE BF ************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1311990816523477579?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1311990816523477579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1311990816523477579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1311990816523477579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1311990816523477579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-far.html' title='How far?'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-1590699316270493984</id><published>2008-03-06T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:02:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>There have been quite a few close pals suffering from love problems and i just want to say that I will be there for you guys when you need me. Or at least I will try to. I think i'm such a contradictary to myself because i can't be there for everyone at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether its trying to get over a broken relationship , revisiting the feeling of lost , or just plain paranoia , i guess all i can say is that i understand. That phrase is too over-rated and i think people would not actually think that i do. Sometimes I feel useless because when people tell me their love problems , i can only listen , console and say that i understand. I'm not good at consoling and i'm straight forward which sometimes makes things even worst. But when i say i understand , i down right mean i seriously know how you're feeling. Previously in your shoes , i've no idea how to cure those aches either. But I guess the curelty of human life doesn't allow us humans to let go. When you can't let go , i've learnt that we need to move on. Some say that we need to first let go , so that we are able to move on. But i think that you don't need to completely let go before moving on. Till this day , i will say that i've not completely let go of Her. There are times when i feel that sense of paranoia floating to the top of my heart , other times , when I'm just plain lonely , even though I've been alone for so long and getting used to it , it still arises. But i'm proud to say that through these , that i'm able to learn to live my life without Her ,and survive the moments when the lonliness gets too much to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately from that , i'm no longer able to love. I talked to Pei Zhen this evening while helping her out with her history about dating guys. And it hit me like a brick , that I've not liked one guy for more than a few months since Her and I broke up. My like can't last into a love , and i can't see myself with anyone else except her. There were many doors open and many of which i chose to slam shut , or they shut me out. Even though i've faced rejection , that feeling of disappointment with a guy doesn't overwhelm me anymore. I simply...move on. The only disappointment i face are with friends , especially those whom i treasure and have high expectations of. Many a times , people see me as a carefree person , as someone who is flickle , or doesn't have a care in the world. But below that happy facade , there is another me. Its a me that i'm trying so hard to find , but i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the phrase from Step Up 2:&lt;br /&gt;" ... I've just been running ever since , and now i can't find my way back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , i think that's enough for the "emo" me. Will do some picture updates tmr. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1590699316270493984?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1590699316270493984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1590699316270493984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1590699316270493984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1590699316270493984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-990855602484293716</id><published>2008-03-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:10.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled tanning day.</title><content type='html'>So i was supposed to have a good tanning session with Vivian today. But guess what?! The weather turned on us and unleashed a heavy downpour. Oh what a spoiled tanning day. CHOUN MENG! WHY YOU SPOIL OUR DAY? HAHA! Its an inside joke. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DgEYU4QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/iYYO8mqfYAc/s1600-h/Vivee001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174287977594282242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DgEYU4QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/iYYO8mqfYAc/s320/Vivee001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ate our lunch at SUPERDOGGGGGGGG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DgkYU4RI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vHpR-L9_OZY/s1600-h/Vivee002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174287986184216850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DgkYU4RI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vHpR-L9_OZY/s320/Vivee002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us waiting for the rain to stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87Dg0YU4SI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2XHlSv31bUU/s1600-h/Vivee007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174287990479184162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87Dg0YU4SI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2XHlSv31bUU/s320/Vivee007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While at palawan waiting for the weather to clear...obviously it isnt' going to. And btw we named this HUGE columbus cloud Choun Meng. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DhEYU4TI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WPk_xPk06GQ/s1600-h/Vivee012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174287994774151474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DhEYU4TI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WPk_xPk06GQ/s320/Vivee012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This 3 guys kept walking pass us for whatever reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DhUYU4UI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ANJXrzoWi04/s1600-h/Vivee014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174287999069118786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DhUYU4UI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ANJXrzoWi04/s320/Vivee014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was feeling retarded and agitated in the toliet while waiting for the rain to stop AGAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87EukYU4VI/AAAAAAAAAYU/076L0fC5ps0/s1600-h/Vivee016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174289326214013266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R87EukYU4VI/AAAAAAAAAYU/076L0fC5ps0/s320/Vivee016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And in the monorail on the way back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , we waited out the rain and sat the tramp back to the station. We than took the monorail back to Vivo and decided to catch a movie. But Vivian suggested that we went down town to watch instead because she had to drop by paragon. So we headed down. Through the process , i realise that when i'm with Vivian , i can actually talk. Non-stop for the matter of fact. She may seem like some weird girl for first timers(haha!) but to me , we're on the same frequency. We're equally random , crappy , and totally out of point. But i guess that's what makes talking to her different. Eh! WOMAN! I know you're reading this.Better be happy. You're getting a compliment from me.HAHA.wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by cine but due to time constrains on my part , we gave the movie a pass. Ate at Pasta Mania. I felt so embarrassed just ordering the food. Viv asked me to order for her because she doesn't know how to pronounce. So i ordered...and pronounced it wrongly myself. And than she started laughing at me causing the rest of the cashier crew to laugh at me.=.=. WHY! VIV U SEE ITS ALL UR FAULT. Cheh. Than dropped by TE and Viv was being an irritant towards her manager. So we walked and talked , and passed a cake shop which we thought we would buy Choun Meng for his birthday. Anyway , we've got some good ideas from Bakerzin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were coming up with the thought of having a nicely decorated cake , with 2 MALE figurines proudly boasted on top , with the phrase " HAPPY BIRTHDAY CM! *below* 'GAY LA U' ". HAHAHA. But having a customised cake would take 1 to 2 weeks. So it will really help if people can confirm fast okie! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My following week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th : Go collect cheque from Proteach / LGN bbq&lt;br /&gt;10th : Go hunt for Nicola's present with Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;11th : Clubbing with Wenny&lt;br /&gt;12th : Nicola's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;14th : Hunt for Choun Meng's present&lt;br /&gt;15th : Choun Meng's birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;17th : Tanning with Vivian again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian say i can go be official birthday planner since i planned Jas's birthday as well. HAHA. I doubt so. Anyway , ASHA! 17th! on?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-990855602484293716?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/990855602484293716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=990855602484293716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/990855602484293716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/990855602484293716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/spoiled-tanning-day.html' title='Spoiled tanning day.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R87DgEYU4QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/iYYO8mqfYAc/s72-c/Vivee001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-5355555764923082647</id><published>2008-03-04T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:10.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma lazy.</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy to update. I've been lazy to do anything. I ought to change my hamster cage soon. They are smelly little mouse(s). So cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , Friday i headed to marina square to watch Meet The Spartans with Edwin. Its a stupid show without a storyline. I didn't know why i wanted to watch it either but i thought it was pretty funny. You Got Served was featured. HAHAHA. Than went to Makan sutra to eat. The mini-steamboat was a refreshing idea , though not one i would recommend to fill your stomach. Thanks Edwin for the treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday , to town with pigeon to search for Jas's present. I'm glad we got what we wanted within our budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , I travelled around singapore. From Bishan to Holland Village(to collect camera) , then bused to clementi , trained to jurong , shot the game , trained back from jurong , bused back to Holland Village(to return camera) , bused home , than to town and now home. Very complicating yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASMINE!&lt;br /&gt;I had a delightfully enjoyable time today. I met up with Choun Meng first before heading to Thai Express. Than we gave Jas her present. It was entertaining watching Jas unwrap her present and giving comments to hint that she was partially annoyed with all the newspaper wrapping.(sorry vivian about the dustbin!) HAHA. So she finally unravelled her Guess handbag.(hope you like it) and we surprised her with her cake from the high-class bread talk located just a few shops away at Paragon B1. It tasted rather gelat so we practically left half the cake there. And it was literally HARD to cut. Once you jerked the plastic knife down , the top moose layer would crack into many bits and fragments. Some of which would stick onto the knife while others just flaked around. Many thanks to Vivian though for helping us with the candles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we strolled to Cine and went E-max for a gaming session. Disappointing that we couldn't play Counter-strike but we had a great time playing Monopoly. My little pigeon was owning everyone and her freaking hotel costed Choun Meng and I a hefty $9500 , EACH. Choun Meng went nearly bankrupt. HAHAHA. It was fun and we ate , drank and watched Ratatouille. Bonding sessions like that hardly ever occur because time is never on anyone's side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am now , surfing the net and checking out my photos that i shot during the noon. I can't help but feel satisfied with a sense of pride this time. The previous netball pictures were a disppointment but i guess i needed some time to get used to the 30D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R82M44jtEeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8DYuHqCBXPo/s1600-h/08bball_jurong_vs_newtown6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R82M44jtEeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8DYuHqCBXPo/s320/08bball_jurong_vs_newtown6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173946455801270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one.Its been a long time since i've posted photography pictures on my blog but that's just one reason to show that i'm happy. The rest of the pictures are &lt;a href="http://redsports.sg/2008/03/04/jurong-unity-basketball/"&gt;here at redsports&lt;/a&gt; or you can choose to view my &lt;a href="www.flickr.com/photos/taxidrivereneida"&gt;flickr account&lt;/a&gt; with the rest of my photography photos under the photography tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat. Tanning tomorrow with Vivian! YAY! happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and WHO IS FREE ON THE 15th?! PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Its time to celebrate Choun Meng's birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5355555764923082647?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5355555764923082647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5355555764923082647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5355555764923082647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5355555764923082647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/03/imma-lazy.html' title='Imma lazy.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R82M44jtEeI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8DYuHqCBXPo/s72-c/08bball_jurong_vs_newtown6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-4501857398646944562</id><published>2008-02-27T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:46:37.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>I had an urge for change at 1am in the morning.So i set about giving my blog a change.Came across a really good skin from &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/detonatedlove"&gt;denotedlove&lt;/a&gt; on blogskins. The main layout is done by her , many thanks. I had replaced her picture with mine though. I wanted something of my own. Those that actually visited my flickr account , you would have seen that little puffy cloud. Those that haven't , there you go. HAHA. I'm somewhat a dreamer now i guess , because i keep dreaming of going on a LONG holiday. Sadly , it has got to wait until the next holiday arrives. SIANZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer working as a tuition teacher.YAY! Long story. I didn't do anything wrong! I promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 6:42am now and my eyes are tearing.Its time to tuck in.Good nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: There seems to be something wrong with the tagboard. I'm sure i copied the exact code but its just not working. Maybe the fault lies with cbox. So TAG TAG OKIE! So i know that there is nothing wrong. :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4501857398646944562?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4501857398646944562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4501857398646944562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4501857398646944562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4501857398646944562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-7398421365372681343</id><published>2008-02-27T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:21:25.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asha!</title><content type='html'>ASHAAAAAAAAAA! Still gamed for tanning? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7398421365372681343?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7398421365372681343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7398421365372681343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7398421365372681343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7398421365372681343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/asha.html' title='Asha!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-2289209453422564604</id><published>2008-02-25T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:46:42.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe her.</title><content type='html'>To cheryl ,&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that your blog is a place for you to vent your feelings and anger , by all means go ahead. I no longer know what to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Peizhen is my friend ,though not a close one ,i support her 100% what she has done.She was close to you , I was close to you , but the same thing happened to both of us.So i'm guessing again , we're the ones at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the note , i never worshipped you. You meant a WHOLE LOT to me and it took me tears and blood to move on.But the fine line , which has been crossed , only proves that I've been pushed into unchartered waters , partly , but not just by you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2289209453422564604?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2289209453422564604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2289209453422564604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2289209453422564604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2289209453422564604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-believe-her.html' title='I believe her.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-267881288221350776</id><published>2008-02-24T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:53:32.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's Corner</title><content type='html'>Went down to Charlie's Corner today at Changi with MR BEN. Chat alot of crap , talk alot of cock. I still love the fish there though. Unbeatable. And Mr Ben refused to take a picture with me. I was planning to post it up here la! Anyway , managed to catch up with him quite abit so am quite happy(you don't think anyhow la! no other intentions...maybe for KUMBI. HAHAHA!). I don't know if i have to work tomorrow which makes looking forward to the following week super sian. Sigh. I don't know what else to blog except that I MISS PIGEON. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;Post is out &lt;a href="http://redsports.sg/2008/02/24/chij-rgs-south-zone-netball/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I had such a hard time taking pictures capturing the face because i only had a prime lens. Unlike Cong who has his own zoom lens which weighed heavier than his camera. Sigh. No complains for i get credit. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-267881288221350776?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/267881288221350776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=267881288221350776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/267881288221350776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/267881288221350776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/charlies-corner.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Corner'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-7835970392219232375</id><published>2008-02-23T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:02:34.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert James Hoffman 3</title><content type='html'>I had a really weird dream today. Caught me totally off guard. Am not going to go into details because its just really out of the world. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , i have a new idol and that is Robert Hoffman! I think his dance moves are out of this world. And his trademark move is where he is lying on the floor and kicks and stands up , just like how he is flimed in step up 2. He's known as Chase. :):):):) Just a little idea on how good he is , go to &lt;a href="http://www.punchrobert.com/"&gt;http://www.punchrobert.com/&lt;/a&gt; . And just a little video featuring him :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWgo9ZP7g0w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWgo9ZP7g0w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently he choreographed the moves in You Got Served the movie as well. Super nice i swear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone changes , but you changed for the worst. I feel that i don't even know you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7835970392219232375?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7835970392219232375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7835970392219232375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7835970392219232375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7835970392219232375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/robert-james-hoffman-3.html' title='Robert James Hoffman 3'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-4391987436138595630</id><published>2008-02-22T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:08:03.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st shoot!</title><content type='html'>YAY! So i went on my first photography shoot with Uncle Leslie today at CCAB. Shot the B-div Netball semi-finals. St Margaret's vs Raffles. It was quite obvious from the start that Raffles was winning , but St margs being my secondary school , i have to show some support. Many of my juniors and even teachers whom i've not seen for nearly a year or so came down just to show their support. The spirit of St Margarets. I can't deny that i didn't have good times in that school. The culture of being popular or you will be seen a loser has been imprinted on me. But when i went back today , somehow i felt it was like my second home. Yea i miss the teachers more than my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , i copped this from Asha(HAHA!) because i was rather bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ESTP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/estp.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous and risk taking. You act first, think second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being the center of attention. Chances are you were the class clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitive, charming, and charismatic - you have your own code of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a flexible life, bouncing between a series of activities that interest you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are a master seducer... and quite manipulative when you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, you'll only believe their actions. Words don't mean a whole lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are a "people person." You're especially good at getting people to do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great salesperson, marketing director, or entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Reasonable, proficient, and tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How other people see you: Flaky, unrealistic, and untrustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that i'm seen as untrustworthy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just a little thank you note to Cong for helping me out(erm ... he's not reading this. HAHAHA.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4391987436138595630?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4391987436138595630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4391987436138595630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4391987436138595630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4391987436138595630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/1st-shoot.html' title='1st shoot!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-2355542969200539834</id><published>2008-02-21T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:10:03.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Olympic Games</title><content type='html'>Now that the schools realised that what i'm talking about is real , they email me asking if the cloth thingy is still on. HAHA. Loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Singapore for the Youth Olympic Games! YAY! I'm definitely going to see the swimming events. WAHAHAHA. I don't care.Okie..That's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2355542969200539834?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2355542969200539834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2355542969200539834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2355542969200539834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2355542969200539834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/youth-olympic-games.html' title='Youth Olympic Games'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-736058877170935389</id><published>2008-02-19T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:21:08.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEP UP 2! WOOO.</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes i think i'm really not fated to go out so often. People keep pang se-ing me. I'm not saying i'm angry.I'm just irritated.But than again , i can't blame anyone. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY , MY NEW CRAZE IS STEP UP 2! WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8P9leqyY20&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8P9leqyY20&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this. I love the water dance. The girl is FUCKING hot. The FUCKING is just to emphasize her the water cum girl dancing in the water combination. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-736058877170935389?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/736058877170935389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=736058877170935389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/736058877170935389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/736058877170935389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/step-up-2-wooo.html' title='STEP UP 2! WOOO.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3658533331023439784</id><published>2008-02-18T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:22:59.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pang Se</title><content type='html'>I actually forgot to post up this one little thing on that day itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU VIVIAN FOR THE STEAMBOAT. I had loads loads of fun. Next time you should plan, more people came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie la abit outdated but i had stuffs on my mind yesterday that i was too bothered to post up anything else except anything that's related to THAT. Am i making any sense? I'm irritated now. Because Leslie Tan of redsports.sg just pang se me saying he has a flu when its the last St Margs basketball game today. It being my secondary school of course i would like to photograph them scoring a goal and such but now...i don't even have a chance of doing that. I was supposed to rent his camera but since he's not going to be there to write about it...no chance.And the best part is that i already took a day off from work and he tells me that.Tmr i'm supposed to be working but because i thought there was originally the tekong tour i took another off but they cancelled it again and therefore i'm going to tann with Annabelle. But..seriously , its pissing it me off.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;And SOMEONE else pang se me on Sunday as well.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate humans. bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3658533331023439784?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3658533331023439784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3658533331023439784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3658533331023439784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3658533331023439784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/pang-se.html' title='Pang Se'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8251484444427523789</id><published>2008-02-18T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T05:44:42.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEE.</title><content type='html'>My first day at work at Pro-Teach again(the last time i was there on attachment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i want to slap the teacher and Ryan. Pui. Ryan(a fucking kid) was damn blardy annoying. He was lying with a straight face and wasn't admitting it. Until the teacher came in and check his bag and robbed him of his little pathetic dignity. HAHA. Then came the teacher.She seemed nice but her facial expressions tell otherwise. I've the huge ugh to pinch her cheeks and ask her wtf is up is her mind. Damn ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...its only the first day. How the hell am i going to survive 2 months? When i recall , maybe $5 per hour ain't that worth screaming ur lungs out at little kids climbing all over your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot lately during my bedtimes for the past few nights. Its not my choice if i wanted to think , but things just came , almost automatically to my mind if i'm not kept busy. Mistakes and choices of the past , right and wrongs that i've made. Wrongings bring me regret and i wished i hadn't had to re-live the moment. Feelings that have been kept num resurface during the spur of a moment like a fly breaking the surface of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You kept saying others were fake , others left you , others held the blame on you , and others betrayed you. Have you EVER thought of yourself? Maybe you did , but you used "I don't care" to cover up the fact that sometimes the mistakes were yours and an apology was needed. You think that being a slave to the word "sorry" was disgusting and sickening but have you ever used it when it was truely needed? or rather just used the excuse for not wanting to be a slave to it to leave a trail of blant emptiness among those that truely cherished you. YOU left those that i thought were unbreakable to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can confidentally say that i can read you like a book , but till this day , i never truely understand what your intentions are. I doubt i ever will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8251484444427523789?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8251484444427523789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8251484444427523789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8251484444427523789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8251484444427523789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/eeeeeee.html' title='EEEEEEE.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3780278179810648125</id><published>2008-02-14T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:47:25.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>I think i know why and Valentine's Day this year seemed alot less appealing to me.But nevertheless ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day people. :) Especially to those who've been there for me when i needed someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Glenn at Cartel and I'm so disappointed with myself again for not having the discipline to wake up earlier so that i can head to the gym to cut the calories. I basically woke up at 3pm today and rot around until i had to collect my parcel at the last minute at Thomson Post. I could have killed the bus driver of bus number 410. I waited for a full half and hour and the bus still did not arrive. Death note from your fellow driver MATE! GRRR. Than its home , gamed and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Glenn's friend named Nicholas. He is DAMN BLARDY HILARIOUS. Okie no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good ... but we had to wait FORTY-FIVE , 45 , forty-five , f0RtY-F!vE minutes before the food was served. And glenn was told that they had no more CHOP after waiting the 45 mins and that he had to chose another. Its a good thing they didn't make me wait any longer , because i would have blown. Yeap , i'm running out of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder what defines me. I know its normal to act different around different groups of friends. But i can't help but feel all fake. I feel like there is not a single personality that will define me. Or more like , i tend to evolve over certain periods of time. For what reasons , i do not know.I just do , and i hate that feeling.Change isn't all that good. And my mum is getting on my nerves. She is pushing that limit alittle too far now , that i am getting pissed. Its 5:46am in the morning. Just when i thought i could end Valentine's day on a brighter note , she came and brought it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3780278179810648125?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3780278179810648125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3780278179810648125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3780278179810648125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3780278179810648125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3912949358100567768</id><published>2008-02-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:13.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYT6WfYLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5Dlld_T8R9M/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166148084163371186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYT6WfYLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5Dlld_T8R9M/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were at Marina Square...just finished Yuki and Yaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYUaWfYMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7kZvvIkGWlI/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166148092753305794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYUaWfYMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7kZvvIkGWlI/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking...to esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYU6WfYNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WKNJFfjS_oU/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166148101343240402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYU6WfYNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WKNJFfjS_oU/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decided to goof around on the roof top...realised its spelt LVOE rather than LOVE. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYVKWfYOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/kI09t9veqCI/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166148105638207714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYVKWfYOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/kI09t9veqCI/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More goofing with my sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYVqWfYPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/C37ZV9i3Q_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166148114228142322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYVqWfYPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/C37ZV9i3Q_Y/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alittle cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166154088527651074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HdxaWfYQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E9kCIMU_zKM/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then Eneida started emoing.LOL.(that was taken by isabelle , idea from sweets.HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HdyKWfYRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kSTyIkdCBlE/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166154101412552978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HdyKWfYRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kSTyIkdCBlE/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And was munching on one of sweet's strawberries , wana share? HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HdyqWfYSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WVWbs0GN1C8/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166154110002487586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HdyqWfYSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WVWbs0GN1C8/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we climbed the slope beneath the highway. Isabelle was THAT high , just below the zooming cars above her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7Hd1aWfYTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t1CLcW5Kzl4/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166154157247127858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7Hd1aWfYTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t1CLcW5Kzl4/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we visited the chinese new year festival thingy just down the street. Isabelle , sweets and I were all born in the year of the horse.Bad year for us. Lester was born in the year of the dragon. Fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7Hd2KWfYUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xMZ-lL-gITM/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166154170132029762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7Hd2KWfYUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xMZ-lL-gITM/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then some very tourist-y pictures of us. There was a bigger statue behind those 4 but couldn't be capture. It was the Cai Shen Ye...who was....puffing out gold bits. LOL. Yes yes...loads of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhE6WfYVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kBXFY0lzc6o/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166157722069983570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhE6WfYVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kBXFY0lzc6o/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some more very tourist-y pictures....when we were walking to raffles mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhFaWfYWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PbgBRQWt3W8/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166157730659918178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhFaWfYWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PbgBRQWt3W8/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me acting very retarded.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhFqWfYXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QDnoH5vF6nw/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166157734954885490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhFqWfYXI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QDnoH5vF6nw/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what we were trying to do..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhGKWfYYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EtMAZlYfZlA/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166157743544820098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhGKWfYYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EtMAZlYfZlA/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feet of 4. Lester just had to step out before the picture was done. X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhGqWfYZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5mi6vQbMIMY/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166157752134754706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HhGqWfYZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5mi6vQbMIMY/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was time to go home. Isabelle was crazy snapping pictures , but thanks to her , we will have visual memories of that day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z84fOFx0SsE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z84fOFx0SsE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just watch this. Its F-U-C-*-I-N-G funny. LOL. Okie i'm random again.I redid my nails! Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3912949358100567768?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3912949358100567768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3912949358100567768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3912949358100567768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3912949358100567768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R7HYT6WfYLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5Dlld_T8R9M/s72-c/IMG_0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-5831532562540770488</id><published>2008-02-11T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:13.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright i'm pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7B-5qWfYJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y10iEyjXRKw/s1600-h/11-02-08_1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165768301680222354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7B-5qWfYJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y10iEyjXRKw/s320/11-02-08_1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7B-56WfYKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yfTPEvsie5c/s1600-h/11-02-08_1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165768305975189666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R7B-56WfYKI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yfTPEvsie5c/s320/11-02-08_1912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie...i'm really really pissed. Why? See the picture frame....I fucking broke the glass infont. ARGH! I'm so annoyed with myself and my mum. I love the whole thing but i just had to break the glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what's wrong with me. I've been getting very bad mood swings lately. Agitated easily , tempers flare and i reminise. I think my "time of the month" is coming. But then again , maybe its just me. My patience is short and i need a holiday...badly. Maybe to somewhere like Bintan? Glenn? Choun Meng? Anyone up for it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eneida got hired today by pro-teach. Yazerrs but i think i might suffer because of all the small kiddies there. W16k dinner this friday , i can't wait. And clubbing this sat with Cheryl...its been a loong time since i last saw her. I never knew why , but i always give in to her. In this case , its not the date , but i meant...just anything else. I'm guessing its going to be preeety awkward. And maybe drinks with Danny then..YAY. I might be drinking with Glenn this thurs so i shouldn't complain much. I need to go revise my primary 6 math , because i'm teaching primary 6 math at pro-teach!(wtf) HAHAHA. Wed another outing day with Mark , maybe to Ikea to get a new frame. I swear i'm so pissed with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W35E dinner yesterday was a turn off. Clayton , Eng Kiat , Rowena PANG SE. So that leaves Isabelle , Sue Yee , Lester , Nicola and me. Yeap. It wasn't as happening as the previous outing but we camwhored more. Pictures up when i receive them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i realise my posts are loosing their depth. They are so random , like some bimbo typing out her daily routines. Or maybe its me , not being able to express myself as i did previously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you're still there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5831532562540770488?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5831532562540770488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5831532562540770488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5831532562540770488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5831532562540770488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/alright-im-pissed.html' title='Alright i&apos;m pissed.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R7B-5qWfYJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y10iEyjXRKw/s72-c/11-02-08_1911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-8738656137074012906</id><published>2008-02-08T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T04:15:23.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENJAMIN KOH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I don't know what colour you like la...so i just chose any colour to put ur name. :D&lt;br /&gt;Known you so long..i still don't know what colour you like. But you've been a good friend and i think what we've gone through is only limited to this friendship. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday again...IDIOT! :D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8738656137074012906?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8738656137074012906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8738656137074012906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8738656137074012906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8738656137074012906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-2164056464981898383</id><published>2008-02-05T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:26:32.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoooo</title><content type='html'>Suntanned today with Rach. WOO WOO. So shiok.&lt;br /&gt;And dinner my mum agreed to pay but not prepare...so makes no diff cuz i dun think anyone's going to help me prepare.&lt;br /&gt;My brother's room is a FUCKING SUANA. I come in here for half an hour and i sweat like a pig.  &lt;br /&gt;Its pissing my off becuase its affecting my already humongously huge, red nose. Sighh , its gonna peal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2164056464981898383?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2164056464981898383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2164056464981898383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2164056464981898383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2164056464981898383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/woo-hoooo.html' title='Woo hoooo'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5172691172605497569</id><published>2008-02-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:55:29.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicola&lt;br /&gt;Huixian&lt;br /&gt;Emmerline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free on &lt;span &gt;10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su yee&lt;br /&gt;Lester&lt;br /&gt;Eng kiat&lt;br /&gt;Clayton&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;Rowena&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WEN XIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;List for the W35E steamboat. Be it at my house or outside. Venue is not confirmed because everyone has got to pay! I'm not providing the steamboat for free so ... if you guys want better quality and service for your money than i suggest we go out and eat. OR you all can call lester and pester him to seek approval from his mother. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Date : 10th Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Venue : Bugis/Marina Bay/Seoul Garden ( those are just some suggestions , they should be open by than , cuz 10th Feb is a Sun. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time : yet to be confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those that already told me gave me their dates , i've already counted you in. So yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't wait for W16k steamboat at viv's house. Time to go WACKY!! WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5172691172605497569?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5172691172605497569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5172691172605497569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5172691172605497569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5172691172605497569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/plans.html' title='Plans.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8906502462472751261</id><published>2008-02-01T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:14.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R6NAWaHMLLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bx60pWRCXhk/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162040351607499954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R6NAWaHMLLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bx60pWRCXhk/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R6NAW6HMLMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GdFH01OA01E/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162040360197434562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R6NAW6HMLMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GdFH01OA01E/s320/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R6NAXaHMLNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HIUkp-nbQrk/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162040368787369170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R6NAXaHMLNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HIUkp-nbQrk/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So yesterday i had a fully packed day. School in the morning to have breakfast with W35E peeps cuz i thought i wasn't going to go to school today ( which i did , LONG STORY ). Rotted until 12 before i headed of to Yio Chu Kang to meet Rowena for a gym session. That tai tai reached 1 hour late. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked out and i feel healthy! Can finally run a 2.4 without stopping ( i know its chicken feet to some people but don't like that leh. HAHAHA. ) Did loads of tummy-flattening exercises and quite weirdly , i didn't get any aches today. But i think its starting to ache abit. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gym , headed home , dump my stuffs and off to town to meet Jas , Pigeon and Ruifen. There...is where you get pictures of us like that. Mega cam whore session for us la. We were playing with the different sun glasses that Jas has. And this time Pigeon is more of a mega image spoiler than me , starting with the knife again. HAHA. Ate at cartel and my dieting + gym sessions sunk into the drain. 2 baskets of fully deep fried food...how to slim down!? plus a mango soda with a scoop of ice cream on top to end off. Sighh... HOW HOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking session again with Danny after that. Drank beer , which equates to me having beer belly. :( Should control man. Was feeling down anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School this morning and now this.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of W35E. I'm happy and sad. Mixed feelings. I'm sure going to miss some people alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a major obession with loosing weight...most likely becuase i cannot fit into alot of my older clothing. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8906502462472751261?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8906502462472751261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8906502462472751261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8906502462472751261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8906502462472751261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/02/lamers.html' title='Lamers.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R6NAWaHMLLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bx60pWRCXhk/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-5070071363513449344</id><published>2008-01-29T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:15.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdates.</title><content type='html'>Some outdates. Really...outdated stuff.  HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures i shot with jin at the aquatic chalet. There are more but i think these are the funnier ones. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love the dice(s) pictures that i took that dayyyy. On my flickr account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LPKHMLEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1UV2N22K-Bs/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160996790518688834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LPKHMLEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1UV2N22K-Bs/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LP6HMLFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ONu9RgiUrak/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160996803403590738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LP6HMLFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ONu9RgiUrak/s320/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LQKHMLGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/EV-w4SiBz0c/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160996807698558050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LQKHMLGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/EV-w4SiBz0c/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pubbing day with the W35 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;"5 , 10 , 20 , nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LQqHMLHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hvBt7ktjJL4/s1600-h/DSC08685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160996816288492658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LQqHMLHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/hvBt7ktjJL4/s320/DSC08685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LRKHMLII/AAAAAAAAAUs/UaD4klCsbO4/s1600-h/DSC08688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160996824878427266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LRKHMLII/AAAAAAAAAUs/UaD4klCsbO4/s320/DSC08688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at how red Rowena is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-Lq6HMLJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/I3v3oI60Ahc/s1600-h/DSC08690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160997267260058770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-Lq6HMLJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/I3v3oI60Ahc/s320/DSC08690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LraHMLKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/n4L9M0DclMs/s1600-h/DSC08692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160997275849993378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LraHMLKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/n4L9M0DclMs/s320/DSC08692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got nothing much going on in my life now because eneida's a lonely lonely soul....&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5070071363513449344?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5070071363513449344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5070071363513449344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5070071363513449344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5070071363513449344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/outdates.html' title='Outdates.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R5-LPKHMLEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1UV2N22K-Bs/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-2836240257729204675</id><published>2008-01-27T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:15.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okie he's one hot s***.</title><content type='html'>So after watching "She's the Man" and "Step Up" , i realised one thing. The male leads for these 2 shows are the same guy. And i think he's burning hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5yvEaHMLDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5DXpPNZt_Ew/s1600-h/channing+tatum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5yvEaHMLDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5DXpPNZt_Ew/s320/channing+tatum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160191763323563058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as "Duke" and "Tyler".&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence..but i swear his moves in step up are like WOOOooOooOoOoOOooO. See the big and small Os , must change pitch. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;He's the equivalent of Jessica Alba in "Honey" though i thought she didn't really dance much in the movie to keep me at the edge of my seat.&lt;br /&gt;Channing Tatum...Wonder if he's a dancer in real life. TSSSSSSSSSS. Hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2836240257729204675?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2836240257729204675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2836240257729204675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2836240257729204675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2836240257729204675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/okie-hes-one-hot-s.html' title='Okie he&apos;s one hot s***.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R5yvEaHMLDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5DXpPNZt_Ew/s72-c/channing+tatum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-777659304282258945</id><published>2008-01-25T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:11:47.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes..</title><content type='html'>And i almost forgotten totally ...&lt;br /&gt;27 dresses is an awesome show. Made me actually laugh.&lt;br /&gt;James Marsden is hot hot hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows , i woke up AGAIN and i realised how much i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just straightforward with some peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie that's it for this unfruitful post. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-777659304282258945?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/777659304282258945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=777659304282258945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/777659304282258945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/777659304282258945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yes.html' title='Oh yes..'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-6534370764830980023</id><published>2008-01-25T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:40:51.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFKNNBCCBHOLYSHIT</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning , and i no longer see the barbie doll/egyptian lady i saw yesterday night. And i shocked myself in the state i am. Hair unkempt , eyes puffed like goldfish(i think i look like my father for a moment), face pale , and lying in bed still with my outing dress on. When i thought back , it all started coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've never revealed this side of eneida since i left my secondary school days. That wall of defence went crashing down in a plum of smoke yesterday night , and i've no idea how to rebuilt it now. The sensitive , emokid , crybaby eneida that i've kept in for so long , since she broke with me. The scariest part was , i knew what i was talking , i remembered everything , but i couldn't control what was leaking out of my mouth , or the actions that gave me away. Part of me wants to rewind to the 24th...part of me doesn't. Those who were there , you know what i mean and here's alittle something for you , if you're even reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowena :&lt;/strong&gt; I hope you're all right babe. I wasn't alright but i got home fine. Hope you're fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabelle :&lt;/strong&gt; You were the "mother" yesterday. You took care of us. Thanks for handling the shit from me , and bringing me back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweets :&lt;/strong&gt; My listening ear , my good pal , my bitching friend. You were always there when i needed someone , or at least , you. I knew you were rather tipsy too , but you still took care of me and i love you for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starfish :&lt;/strong&gt; Responsibility of the chauffer , you were great except for the police part. But it doesn't matter at all , and i think without you i would have died there yesterday night. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gou Gou :&lt;/strong&gt; You know.. i really don't know if i've made the right or wrong choice letting you know. But one thing's for sure. You told me what you honestly felt , and i think that's what i appreciate most about you. And thanks for taking care of me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm guessing the last week of school is going to be an awkward one. Give me an idea how to pass that week without feeling stupid and weird. I just want to cherish the time that's left i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-6534370764830980023?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6534370764830980023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=6534370764830980023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6534370764830980023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6534370764830980023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/omgwtfknnbccbholyshit.html' title='OMGWTFKNNBCCBHOLYSHIT'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-759863229605930131</id><published>2008-01-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:20:27.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't.</title><content type='html'>I swear if you're still angry at me you could have just told me and let me make a clean apology. In the first place it isn't even my fucking fault. Fucking ass. I think i could kill you now. Turn physco on YOUR ASS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unable to log in for my o level results adds oil to the fire. I feel like burning my brother alive becuase he gave me the wrong password. Could be all because of my PMS ... but i know i'm damn fucking pissed now. FUCKING PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-759863229605930131?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/759863229605930131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=759863229605930131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/759863229605930131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/759863229605930131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-4350471713103426055</id><published>2008-01-23T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:02:54.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No idea why.</title><content type='html'>You give me some warmth when you're around.&lt;br /&gt;Like there's finally a direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4350471713103426055?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4350471713103426055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4350471713103426055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4350471713103426055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4350471713103426055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-idea-why.html' title='No idea why.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5041698303631740345</id><published>2008-01-22T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:15.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5bBAqHMLCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jVa3AoGkCxM/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5bBAqHMLCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jVa3AoGkCxM/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158522640248089634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what i want for the new year and i'm working towards it NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO SLIM DOWN. &lt;br /&gt;SLIM DOWN SLIM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;SLIM DOWN SLIM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;SLIM DOWN SLIM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;SLIM DOWN SLIM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;SLIM DOWN SLIM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing fat. After getting this new hair cut , i need to get a new body. HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5041698303631740345?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5041698303631740345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5041698303631740345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5041698303631740345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5041698303631740345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-want.html' title='What i want!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R5bBAqHMLCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jVa3AoGkCxM/s72-c/DSC00337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-1172361823233922712</id><published>2008-01-20T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:16.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Woo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5RGcMXWWHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/94ppsl9PZ5I/s1600-h/musicclutch_pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R5RGcMXWWHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/94ppsl9PZ5I/s320/musicclutch_pics.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157824923415500914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seller is sending this out on tuesday! wahahaha! I can't wait. Woo wooo. And i love my new hair man. lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove! :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1172361823233922712?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1172361823233922712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1172361823233922712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1172361823233922712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1172361823233922712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/woo-woo.html' title='Woo Woo!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R5RGcMXWWHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/94ppsl9PZ5I/s72-c/musicclutch_pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-8390642748310989513</id><published>2008-01-20T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:35:59.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new.</title><content type='html'>I love my new haircut! Wooo hoo! Got it yesterday and i actually can't believe i chose what i did. I thought it wouldn't suit me but i'm loving it every single bit. :D :D And i think i can no longer wear my spectacles because if i do , i'll look like a total nerd/geek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just done watching die hard 4 on my laptop and that show , thought exciting , seems pretty unreal. Bruce Willis seems so indestructible in the movie. Like Peter from Heroes. Aahaha. I still think West is super cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie a rather random post because i'm feeling random. No actually i don't know what i'm feeling and its been a few days already. I usually go emo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should....&lt;br /&gt;No actually i think i shouldn't. HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8390642748310989513?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8390642748310989513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8390642748310989513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8390642748310989513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8390642748310989513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-new.html' title='Something new.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-4954730698181237641</id><published>2008-01-15T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:42:06.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A horoscope that actually means..</title><content type='html'>"Like it or not, other people cannot read your mind. You have to share your feelings and express yourself in order to communicate. Some days this is an easy thing to do -- but on days like today, opening up your mouth and saying something that makes you feel vulnerable seems more difficult than solving a Rubik's Cube blindfolded. You can opt not to spill the beans, but you will only be prolonging the inevitable. Get to the point, say what you feel, and then go from there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just one of those days i maybe fake. Do forgive me folks. I'm feeling fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4954730698181237641?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4954730698181237641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4954730698181237641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4954730698181237641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4954730698181237641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/horoscope-that-actually-means.html' title='A horoscope that actually means..'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-699754124212700547</id><published>2008-01-15T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:13:00.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum is pissing me off.</title><content type='html'>I feel so deprived of everything in my life now. I want to get a skirt , and you didn't allow.I gave a black face , and you got angry. I wanted dinner , and you didn't allow. Just becuase i had a late lunch , but i still had one meal after all. Don't i deserve anything in my life right now? Or am i just someone waiting to die early? You killed that motivation , that motivation that i will only have once in a long while , that rare motivation to clear my room and tidy up the house. I washed the dishes this morning do you know? How long was it since the last time i actually washed the dishes? No you don't know and you don't care.Have i asked for my pay that is already 2 weeks late? No. And you seem to brush it aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently what the FUCK has gotten into you?You ought to ask yourself , i didn't do anything wrong.I haven't even raised my voice when you starting bitching behind my back. And now i'm the one at fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this. So sick that i can't describe the extend of it. I should really shift out of the house one day. And die on the fucking streets. Maybe than you'll understand how much i actually care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-699754124212700547?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/699754124212700547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=699754124212700547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/699754124212700547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/699754124212700547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/mum-is-pissing-me-off.html' title='Mum is pissing me off.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-7037355610008898743</id><published>2008-01-13T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:16.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CM gone famous.</title><content type='html'>Just for the kicks of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4o6HMXWWFI/AAAAAAAAATk/qvwwwdsUzWY/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4o6HMXWWFI/AAAAAAAAATk/qvwwwdsUzWY/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996618731608146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4o6HsXWWGI/AAAAAAAAATs/t8u-Ha-8Se8/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4o6HsXWWGI/AAAAAAAAATs/t8u-Ha-8Se8/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996627321542754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Althought i think most of you would already know how entertaining he is , i guess this just shows it all. A pictures speaks a thousand words. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not fully recovered from my flu. And i think its actually becoming even worst after the weekend becuase of all the junk food i put through my mouth. Computing UT tmr so wish me luck. I need to exercise , cut my hair , improve my complexion and clear my room so badly but i just don't have the motivation. I need to plan things out right. If only that stupid B***H would have told me that she took over my job than at least i'll feel more at ease. And i've been having very bad mood swings lately.How how? I feel so irritated that i think i could slaughter someone now. Turn into a murderer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright maybe not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7037355610008898743?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7037355610008898743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7037355610008898743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7037355610008898743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7037355610008898743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/cm-gone-famous.html' title='CM gone famous.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R4o6HMXWWFI/AAAAAAAAATk/qvwwwdsUzWY/s72-c/DSC00324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-4876540282618706598</id><published>2008-01-12T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:16.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over done with.</title><content type='html'>IVP's over!I can't believed i "thawned" over the night just watching heroes the whole 7 hours. But its just pure addiction. I think i did pretty well in IVP today. There's finally 2 events in which i'm not disappointed in myself.I think 35 secs for my 50m freestyle is already probably the best that i can hit.Today i did a 34:75(I think) timing which i have to admit that i'm proud of. And a BIG BIG apoloy to Jun Wei and Lesli becuase i was supposedly to go down to TP to shoot the guy's rugby POL-ITE games but i overslept till 8pm when i was suppose to meet them at 5. Sigh. I still feel bad. And West from Heroes is evoking the eneida-crush-actor syndrome again.He's just too cute to resist. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4jh3MXWWDI/AAAAAAAAATU/cDuvdFO_5PU/s1600-h/West.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4jh3MXWWDI/AAAAAAAAATU/cDuvdFO_5PU/s320/West.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154618111853746226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright maybe not in this photo but his character matches his looks so well.He reminds me so much of Clark Kent from Smallville.Like the much younger version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4jkDcXWWEI/AAAAAAAAATc/q8EU6biCVyw/s1600-h/clark-kent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4jkDcXWWEI/AAAAAAAAATc/q8EU6biCVyw/s320/clark-kent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154620521330399298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about certain things alittle more than i should today. And I'm unable to find those answers.Answers to these questions that have been up in my head for a long time.Sometimes i wish people like Clarence and Sam would be there to entertain/diss me more so i wouldn't think so much.Pictures for IVP in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , and i'm going to do hardcore sport photography for the next month. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4876540282618706598?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4876540282618706598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4876540282618706598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4876540282618706598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4876540282618706598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/over-done-with.html' title='Over done with.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R4jh3MXWWDI/AAAAAAAAATU/cDuvdFO_5PU/s72-c/West.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-7109828906077404845</id><published>2008-01-10T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T08:50:25.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red sports!</title><content type='html'>Woo woo!! Just updated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://redsports.sg/2008/01/08/leonard-beats-emerge-fastest/"&gt;Red sports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures i took on IVP day one are here on the red sports website! yayyyyyy!!!! hoorayyyy!!!I need to get myself a decent camera manz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7109828906077404845?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7109828906077404845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7109828906077404845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7109828906077404845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7109828906077404845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/red-sports.html' title='Red sports!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-718263207574869200</id><published>2008-01-10T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:18:49.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick , not in the mind.</title><content type='html'>I seriously think that i will be so weak when my event comes on saturday. I reached home around 5plus and i ended up having a slight fever. My throat isn't that painful anymore after downing some pills but my nose has not fixed its tap. Am contemplating if i should head to school tomorrow..I really NEED to train tmr becuase its my last chance before saturday. If i can't make the plunge by tmr , than i'll be plunging without my goggles. Which in fact is going to be so malu. Speaking of which , i REALLY want to pose CM's girly photos up but i don't have them with me because the pigeon has not send it to me , so patience people. I WILL post them up. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , was chatting with Bryan yesterday on msn about Dick Lee and his orchard road christmas decorations when he suddenly diverted the conversation to about him being gay. I lost the conversation when my lappy auto restarted but it went along the lines of Bryan mimicking how Jacintha would have reacted when Dick Lee anounced that he wanted a divorce becuase he was gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick would have said something likeee :&lt;br /&gt;"Ja , i think i really need to do this. I can't hold this in anymore...the guilt. I've been having an affair , right under your nose.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacintha would have said something likeee:&lt;br /&gt;"With who!? What the !(@&amp;$!)*&amp;%!!?! No more secrets! Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick :&lt;br /&gt;"With Tom , myself and Harry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the funny part. I said:" Tom , Dick and Harry" until i realise that Dick wouldn't have said his own name. AND Bryan came up with THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm having an affair with TOM'S HARRY DICK." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WTF?! Yes he's dirty and creative.&lt;br /&gt;Alright , I'm going to do my RJ and I cannot WAIT for the next episode of naruto. I really feel like killing Lester becuase he just kept saying big time spoilers when i said i didn't want to hear them already. :(&lt;br /&gt;Just for the info , SASUKE WILL KILL ITACHI!&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha , i'm evil..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-718263207574869200?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/718263207574869200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=718263207574869200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/718263207574869200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/718263207574869200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick-not-in-mind.html' title='Sick , not in the mind.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-6942582040156369407</id><published>2008-01-09T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:08:39.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throat and flu</title><content type='html'>There is this residing pain at the back left corner of my throat and its sucking bits of energy out of me. I seriously feel like heading home to sleep , also partly cause i cannot breathe properly. The pain feels as though 5 needles are constantly poking at the same spot trying to evoke some kind of reaction. I need to get it out of there. Its hurts badly , quite literally. And i made a comment to my dear sweets that i want to take back. Am feeling so guilty , restless and tired. I need medicine to cure me...not a break. Not especially when part 2 of IVP is on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-6942582040156369407?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6942582040156369407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=6942582040156369407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6942582040156369407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6942582040156369407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/throat-and-flu.html' title='Throat and flu'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5642498118097520289</id><published>2008-01-07T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:17.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IVP swimming 08</title><content type='html'>Ah ha! So my gravest fears came true today when i plunged into the water with my goggles flooding with water. You know how sick that feels?! And I made the most horrible mistake by adjusting them back into place , EVEN WHEN they are filled with water. I swam the full 4 laps with my goggles in tact...but filled with water. It was only later did i realise that i got DQ(disqualified for swimming idiots ; LOL).Why? because i chose to adjust my goggles rather than ripping them off and racing with full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how encouraging that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top things off , i was happy for a moment that i came in 4th! ... &lt;br /&gt;until i found out that there were only 5 swimmmers in my heat.&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes i wish i can really swim faster than another competitor from a different school , whichever school i'm in , be it st margs or RP , but i just can't!&lt;br /&gt;The closest i've gotten to 1st is 2nd last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks man. BUT BUT BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting my hopes on the 50m freestyle event on saturday! I'm going to train train train and time time time until i beat that 1 sec that i'm away from. 34secs is the magical number. HAHAHA. Okie i think the only thing keeping me awake now is my adrenaline and its causing me to be a little crazy. A little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we RP swimmers(girls) took loads loads loads of pictures and i love everyone of them. Because they were all so comical! And i can't help but say that when we all stand together with our jackets over our suits , sui man! Cool but than sian , the swimming power not there. LOL. The only award , who is a girl(yay!) , from RP went to Jina(i think). Well , okie she was the only one that really made a big gap finish in first place in her heats. Rach and Jessamine missed their event sadly , those people are pretty unreasonable for not updating the events board though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4JdhMXWWAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KGGr7tmBa8Q/s1600-h/P1070654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4JdhMXWWAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KGGr7tmBa8Q/s320/P1070654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152783748501493762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhui , me and Rach taking pictures with our double cheese burgers before the swim. It was rachel's idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4JdhcXWWBI/AAAAAAAAATE/g6kb95NktPo/s1600-h/P1070652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4JdhcXWWBI/AAAAAAAAATE/g6kb95NktPo/s320/P1070652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152783752796461074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RP swim girls missing 2.I still don't understand why gary would approve to print the badge right in the centre of the costume. Its such an awkward spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4Jdh8XWWCI/AAAAAAAAATM/jFUQL-Ljv9g/s1600-h/P1070671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R4Jdh8XWWCI/AAAAAAAAATM/jFUQL-Ljv9g/s320/P1070671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152783761386395682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you get eneida to do a candid shot and she is technically not in the right mind. And did i mention REDSPORTS was there?? I got to take some pictures with a damn good camera lar! Canon digital eos 300D. Woo hoo! I still don't understand what a prime lens is for but heck it lar , the shots came out nice and the shutter speed was terribly fast on burst-fire mode. ENEIDA'S FORM OF ESTACY! I just stood there hogging the camera until i think the photographer got quite irritated with me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And clarence just had to diss me like there's no tomorrow after finishing his events. So fun rite? ASS. If you're(ever) reading this , you should lick your fingers and twirl them around your *******. HAHAHAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly , i'm sorry to those that i've vented my frustration on today. Blame it on Gary! He gave me all the stress. :( And sorry to my bird and jasmine. Didn't mean to pang se you guys today. Had loads of admin stuff to do before the meet. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5642498118097520289?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5642498118097520289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5642498118097520289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5642498118097520289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5642498118097520289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/ivp-swimming-08.html' title='IVP swimming 08'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R4JdhMXWWAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/KGGr7tmBa8Q/s72-c/P1070654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-7468549497097229449</id><published>2008-01-04T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:08:46.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquatic</title><content type='html'>Aquatic IG chalet was a BORE!I'm serious.They didn't plan properly. :( But , there was still bonding and i'm happy to be away from home for a few days. Its been such a long time that i'm acutally away from home for more than 24 hours. And sadly my mum doesn't go overseas very often , especially not without me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVP is 2 DAMNED DAYS AWAY. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I swear i'm freaking scared! I haven't mastered the terrifying plunge that never fails to rip the goggles out of my face. Help! Guess i still got to do it. At the most , i swim the 50m without my goggles lor. ... okie that will be so weird. &lt;br /&gt;Why am i answering my own questions and giving myself verbal encouragement?I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday andy! You ang gong kid! I never knew you had an ang gong you ass. HAHAHA. Hope you like your noisy little annoying andy twin. He's yellow and he has a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7468549497097229449?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7468549497097229449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7468549497097229449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7468549497097229449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7468549497097229449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/aquatic.html' title='Aquatic'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-1179339950285803525</id><published>2008-01-01T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:31:36.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year!</title><content type='html'>As the new year dawns,&lt;br /&gt;everyone's asleep.HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I counted down the new year in the train with pigeon , mo meng and vivian.&lt;br /&gt;What do people on the first day of the new year?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And so i was talking to Mo Meng online.&lt;br /&gt;He was pitying those that died like 20 mins before the new year.&lt;br /&gt;And he was hoping that the bitch who taught us computing in sem 1 would die at 11:59on the eve of the new year.HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;He's passion is music and when i asked him to perform , this was his answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can nv stand on stage&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i see ppl my balls shrink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esp crowds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i asked him to be a busker just because he craps so well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;busker canot lar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i see ppl i duno how to talk liao hahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strange pple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no wonder they all called stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they look strange to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u noe outside taka got 1 busker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 1 act statue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- any body didnt make it for 2008? RIP to u says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u whack his balls i give u 100bucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;The first thing in 2008 that made me laugh over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't fall for a potential heartbreaker. I'm sure a failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1179339950285803525?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1179339950285803525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1179339950285803525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1179339950285803525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1179339950285803525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-7070582587688259866</id><published>2007-12-27T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:17.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS</title><content type='html'>Merry belated xmas everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R3PBHcXWV_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TPE3kQvTONo/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R3PBHcXWV_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TPE3kQvTONo/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671132631980018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like so belated already lar. LOL. We had a fun fun xmas eve dinner.Pictures are uploaded &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taxidrivereneida"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; so go lookie lookie. Nothing much of the dinner itself because the camera no battery already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to clubbing this sat. I'm having a very bad headache. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit that i miss her truckloads...especially when i met her for a xmas eve lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7070582587688259866?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7070582587688259866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7070582587688259866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7070582587688259866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7070582587688259866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas.html' title='XMAS'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R3PBHcXWV_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/TPE3kQvTONo/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-1585226118701165274</id><published>2007-12-22T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:21:53.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad bad</title><content type='html'>Pigeon , i've changed my mind. For the sake of xmas , i shall bring the tree over. Heh. Its cute. Please don't spoil it , if not i'll slaughter you for sale. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJz5pvW6NVw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJz5pvW6NVw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THE SONG FOR THIS!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently people have been saying its titled Secret Smile by Semisonic. I find it everywhere and it doesn't sound at all alike! Can anyone download and send me this youtube version? I WILL KILL! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't bear this feeling alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't have read it , tracing it each and every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts me more.&lt;br /&gt;It haunts me everytime i see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1585226118701165274?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1585226118701165274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1585226118701165274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1585226118701165274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1585226118701165274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-bad-bad.html' title='bad bad bad'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-4605565695406273003</id><published>2007-12-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:18.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2q3hcXWV6I/AAAAAAAAASM/uBJKftIuWMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2q3hcXWV6I/AAAAAAAAASM/uBJKftIuWMQ/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146127309401905058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2q3hsXWV7I/AAAAAAAAASU/BQo1kw1O6kQ/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2q3hsXWV7I/AAAAAAAAASU/BQo1kw1O6kQ/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146127313696872370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2q3h8XWV8I/AAAAAAAAASc/fCsKkK1tORg/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2q3h8XWV8I/AAAAAAAAASc/fCsKkK1tORg/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146127317991839682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. they all have a deprived childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two F**king nostrils are blocked. Totally. And its getting me agitated. &lt;br /&gt;With the addition of a spoilt tap , not literally , i meant it methaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenny gave me the wrong info , so the party's on the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr - swimming&lt;br /&gt;Sat - I can't rmb if i've got anything on&lt;br /&gt;Sun - To the super market with pigeon &lt;br /&gt;Mon - XMAS PARTY&lt;br /&gt;Tue - XMAS , I think i'm staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a dire urge to find a day to clear my room , but when that day comes , i just rot at home. Either that or i find excuses to get out of the house , or worst still , i play cs. IVP is coming up in January and i'm scared. I'm scared of plunging off the board first , or committing the grave mistake of not touching the wall with both hands. I haven't swam for nearly a week and i need to catch up. HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4605565695406273003?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4605565695406273003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4605565695406273003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4605565695406273003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4605565695406273003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/flu.html' title='flu'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R2q3hcXWV6I/AAAAAAAAASM/uBJKftIuWMQ/s72-c/DSC_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-7186969583948061486</id><published>2007-12-17T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:45:37.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerosmith</title><content type='html'>I updated my photoblog! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparison : &lt;br /&gt;*Song by aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original : "I don't wanna close my eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;My brother : "I don't wanna &lt;em&gt;KUM&lt;/em&gt; my eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-7186969583948061486?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/7186969583948061486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=7186969583948061486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7186969583948061486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/7186969583948061486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/aerosmith.html' title='Aerosmith'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-5280958127546081646</id><published>2007-12-16T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:19.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>danny danny</title><content type='html'>So yesterday before work i visited my uncle's house like my normal routine. I love his dog but he's a PERVERT. But still , ubber adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VGdcXWVwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AnUh7084idE/s1600-h/doggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VGdcXWVwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AnUh7084idE/s320/doggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144595620984936194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VGSMXWVvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cOpAjw-c9rQ/s1600-h/DSC_0103labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VGSMXWVvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cOpAjw-c9rQ/s320/DSC_0103labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144595427711407858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to town with Danny and his friend(Qi Hao) to get his clothings after work. I think he blew a bomb in his pocket yesterday. Probably blasted his wallet and all his cash away. HAHA. Glenn's description of spending big bucks. He spent on 2 jeans, each in the range of $40 to $50 and a Esprit polo tee , which costed $60. O_o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this human jam outside of wisma yesterday. Its the exact replica of xmas eve.Siao one. Luckily it was only for a short area , probably cause it was raining. So after getting his things , we headed to Marina. I STUMBLED UPON MY GLADIATOR SHOES! YAYYYY! The original price was $33 but due to xmas sale i got them at $28. :D :D Ate macdonalds cause we were all on budget. This idiotic bunch of malays were making a hell lot of noise la. They shake the shaker fries as though they have no childhood. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VKqMXWVzI/AAAAAAAAARU/g2X4nPg36GQ/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VKqMXWVzI/AAAAAAAAARU/g2X4nPg36GQ/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144600238074779442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at esplanade hanging out and i've got nothing better to do than to disturb them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi Hao was damn funny.(CAULIFLOWER!HAHAHAHA!!!) He was siding me when i was dissing Danny. AND SPEAKING OF WHICH! Yesterday while boarding the NEL(NORTH EAST LINE IN CASE U DIDN'T KNOW), we came across this bunch of vietnamise. They were already in the train when we boarded it. At first none of them spoke anything..until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker A : !@&amp;^%*!$!@()&amp;&amp;!@&amp;#^!%@&amp;^%*$&lt;br /&gt;Speaker B : ()!@P(*%Y(!&amp;%*!@_(#)!(@!(@*YG@!(&amp;#!@*&amp;#$Y!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Speaker C : @i$!&amp;y!@(*p!u@%(&amp;!@#p)!@)biy@!bilu!g@v!@o*g vp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously have no idea what the fuck they were speaking but it sounded damn hilarious! They were like continuing each other's sentences when the previous speaker has not finished.I was laughing and laughing until i cried and Danny laughed all the way to until he got cramp. LOL. Qi Hao laughed red his whole face.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had a fun fun W35E xmas party in class. HAHA. They ordered Rites pizza and i was the "Deejay" , which i thought i failed terribly at. Though i had to admit , Isabelle pissed me off. Still , i had a great time snapping pictures with my sweets and barbie doll! *SWEETS I LOVE YOU!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VJRcXWVxI/AAAAAAAAARE/KtWTLAhCaHA/s1600-h/DSC08248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VJRcXWVxI/AAAAAAAAARE/KtWTLAhCaHA/s320/DSC08248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144598713361389330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise how similar our fringes are?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VJa8XWVyI/AAAAAAAAARM/AsnDdKNdcjw/s1600-h/DSC08250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VJa8XWVyI/AAAAAAAAARM/AsnDdKNdcjw/s320/DSC08250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144598876570146594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall upload the pictures that i took underwater when Rachel has sent me all. HAHA. FASTERRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you sense it , but you pretend not to know it. I'm glad you gave the answer you did though ,without your knowledge of me having a clue about it. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5280958127546081646?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5280958127546081646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5280958127546081646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5280958127546081646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5280958127546081646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/danny-danny.html' title='danny danny'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R2VGdcXWVwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AnUh7084idE/s72-c/doggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-8945142968133339551</id><published>2007-12-13T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:35:41.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were on the side of me</title><content type='html'>I'm  not the easiest person to love&lt;br /&gt;I'm often the one who let things go unresolved&lt;br /&gt;yet you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;yeah you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me &lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too proud of some things i've done in my life&lt;br /&gt;the skeletons in my closet&lt;br /&gt;are too big for me to hide&lt;br /&gt;yet you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;blessed charity &lt;br /&gt;you're on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone need a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;when its cold outside&lt;br /&gt;and there's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br /&gt;all alone i cried&lt;br /&gt;there was no place to go&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when no body cared &lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the easiest person to love&lt;br /&gt;but you , opened your heart to show me what i'm worth&lt;br /&gt;cause you choose to be &lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;what a mystery&lt;br /&gt;you're on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone needs a friend to hold when its cold outside&lt;br /&gt;and there's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;everyone needs a friends to hold &lt;br /&gt;all alone i cried&lt;br /&gt;there was no place to go&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when no body cared&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when no body cared&lt;br /&gt;no body cared&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea you choose to be on the side of me&lt;br /&gt;on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once...you were on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;But you no longer are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8945142968133339551?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8945142968133339551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8945142968133339551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8945142968133339551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8945142968133339551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-were-on-side-of-me.html' title='You were on the side of me'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-2133118813181355569</id><published>2007-12-11T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:19.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin Ng</title><content type='html'>I can't help but post here that ALVIN NG was being such a nice faci today. He actually joked with us and was kind enough to drop us some hints. &lt;strong&gt;SO AMAZING.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not scarcastic okie! He was never this nice. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eneida's having random thoughts. Ever wonder why most baby beings , be it animals or humans are so adorable? My father was watching a documentary and was telling me that a small baby bear grows up to be don't know how heavy. Reminds me of my hamster. HAHA. She's fat and cute. Here's one example : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R166-PWFOHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vbBtEwl-JBs/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R166-PWFOHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vbBtEwl-JBs/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142753402937489522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Eneida's emo , she thinks repeatedly about things that she wants but have never gotten.And at the same time , things of the past that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2133118813181355569?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2133118813181355569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2133118813181355569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2133118813181355569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2133118813181355569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/alvin-ng.html' title='Alvin Ng'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R166-PWFOHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vbBtEwl-JBs/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-8596313540373897075</id><published>2007-12-10T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:20.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A BEEG BEEG THANK YOU TO :&lt;br /&gt;AMINAH , ANDREA , FIFI , JASMINE , JAS BF(ANDY) , PIGEON , RUIFEN , SEOK ENG AND VIVIAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what i received from pigeon on behalf of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R11Wk_WFOGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GDZoFVqzIf0/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R11Wk_WFOGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GDZoFVqzIf0/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142361543006304354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went bonkus the moment i saw it. HAHA. They knew i lost my mp3 recently and actually got me a new one with speakers! WEE~~~! Thank you guys so much for such a sweet xmas gift. Made my day. :) Just to show my appreciation , i'm paying for all the ingredients for the steamboat for the xmas party!So just bring your gifts down for gift exchange okie? Those that want to lar. :D I love you peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm packed during xmas season..but i can't wait. I love the spirit of xmas! And btw Pigeon, I have your eyeliner and still owe you $10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8596313540373897075?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8596313540373897075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8596313540373897075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8596313540373897075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8596313540373897075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/zen-stone.html' title='Zen Stone'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R11Wk_WFOGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GDZoFVqzIf0/s72-c/DSC00443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-3977791891199416516</id><published>2007-12-09T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:22.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concoction!</title><content type='html'>Concoction of entries! Activities all weekend leaves eneida tired and horribly exhausted. Sighh. My father described my life similar to that of a cow...why? Because a cow works non-stop and so do i. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it look like i have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;My eyebags are GROWING. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to friday ... &lt;br /&gt;Talk was super comical. I had Gabriel sitting like 3 to 4 seats on my left , Corliss and Seok Eng on either side of me , Farhana on the other side of the asiel and Ade , Marvin and that wakeboarding guy(unknown name)somewhere at the back of the atrium. Gabriel was making funny noises during the talk O_o But he was unbelievably loony.There was a guy who was writing a full page RJ(WTF) sitting infront but between us. So I thought , why not take a picture of his RJ rather than the slides? I tried and failed due to poor quality phone camera but Gabriel did the most hilarious. He practically put the phone like 10cm away from the guy's shoulder and snapped the picture with FLASH somemore la! LOL!! We were laughing and laughing like siao already. Than the guy realised what we were doing and made his canvas size smaller , and Gabriel went :" Sia lah , shrink already." HAHAHA! So after a while the guy shut down his lappy(i think) after realising what we heroes were tring to accomplish and Gabriel was like :" HAHA! No battery!" -_-" And when the talk ended , he was the first one to chiong out , damn cartoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wOqfWFN-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GiaxBlNv5co/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wOqfWFN-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GiaxBlNv5co/s320/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142000997681674210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wO__WFN_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qYB5_uAOnVU/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wO__WFN_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qYB5_uAOnVU/s320/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142001367048861682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy's RJ..SIAO.This is only 3/4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Noise Singapore showcase was such a disappointment , rock bottom disappointment. As much as i'm happy that my work got showcased , it just doesn't make sense to invite people down to heeren and make them see their work on a laptop through the internet. And the chosen photograph wasn't one that i expected , it looked pretty out of place to me. Asha claimed that this year's judges have weird tastes because most of what was displayed at the showcase were so dark. (EMOKID , HAHA)They chose very dark representations of life and had one particular gallery dedicated solely for black and whites. Speaking of which , I haven't updated my photo blog for a long time already. :( Eneida has no camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw , the picture is at this link : &lt;a href="https://www.noisesingapore.com/showcase2007.php"&gt;https://www.noisesingapore.com/showcase2007.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those who have plans to go down and drop Heeren a visit , i guess its much more convenient that you view it at home , cuz you wouldn't see my work there even if you headed down. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note , i think we saw some fabulous pictures. The one that left a deep impression on me was a panorama of east coast if i'm not wrong. Its abstract , but purely photography. And there was free food , which my pigeon gladly enjoyed!(CHEAPSKATE!)She had three servings of beehoon and 2 chicken drumsticks.HAHAHA! If that's the make up for calling us down to view laptops , at least it made pigeon's trip worthwhile and relief the load on my pocket. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that Asha , her gf , pigeon and I headed down to PS to walk. Pigeon wanted to get her earpiece and Asha and gf wanted to eat Ichiban Sushi. I was supposedly to meet birthday Danny and his retarted brothers during that time. BUT!GUESS WHAT?! They haven't even watch the movie when we were at PS. So i technically had to wait 2 hours because KELVIN TANG already bought the tickets. SUCK COCK LAR. HAHAHA. And Danny was fuming...for whatever reasons. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strolled awhile , Pigeon and I headed to Kino to buy her Japanese manga. So we bus-ed down to Taka again. Pigeon is trying so hard to influence me with her weird laughter , and DAMN IT i'm getting influenced. LOL. Followed her around a little , crapped alittle and she headed off. I sat at Taka's fountain for a full 45 mins before walking to Mos Isetan because my feet were getting cut. :( Saw Noraini , Isk and Tanat. Seriously , i miss working there. But i'm not going back because of the customers. They suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny called and i bus-ed down to PS again. Headed off to Clark Quay with all his brothers and it felt so weird that i was the only girl. : / So i stuck around Kelvin since i was the closest to him. After a while , got used to it and i was glad there were females at the pub who were pretty familar with the guys.*AHEM* I swear they are like the funniest people around singapore. Kelvin drank quite a bit and got drunk. Mixed beer with CHIVAS.-_-" Ahh so pictures to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wPl_WFOAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kbMX1X-xU1s/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wPl_WFOAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/kbMX1X-xU1s/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142002019883890690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Kelvin acting retarded when he was still sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wP_fWFOBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ou6UcpOeAiE/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wP_fWFOBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ou6UcpOeAiE/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142002457970554898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Kelvin when he was half sober. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wQk_WFOCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vhNXsqicT7k/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wQk_WFOCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vhNXsqicT7k/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142003102215649314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Kelvin when he was totally drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank alittle too. 3 cups of chivas mixed and i was already feeling the effects of the liquor. Chose not to down more because i've got work the next day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wRJPWFODI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5jiidDbd_p8/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wRJPWFODI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5jiidDbd_p8/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142003724985907250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite! EMO KID. HAHAHA. Ehh , don't look down , Emo kid is good at photo hunt.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i forgot to take pictures with the birthday boy.-_-" Read more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;Work in the morning , lunch at my uncle's place with my father. The dog is a PERVERT but he's super adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wSbvWFOEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5Mz9riziaPo/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wSbvWFOEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5Mz9riziaPo/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142005142325114946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves my father. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to sleep and rot and i was supposedly to meet glenn at Bishan at 8.30. But i didn't know he was going to bring me to vivo...Which i just visited a few days back so i kinda called it off. THAN ... the temptation to go drink. Kelvin msged me and asked me if wanted to go pub with Danny and him. Glenn , i'm sorryyyyy. :(&lt;br /&gt;Was in a dilemma whether to go too because i'm was seriously tired but i really wanted to drink larrrrrrrrrrrrr. Furthermore , my mum didn't allow , so i had to come up with some shitty excuse of going to my friend's house to get something and be home by 2. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went , and Danny's brother is crazy shit. Wanted to order a BIG tumbler size worth of beer(i can't rmb what that shit is called). Kelvin was darn scared because of the previous day. And Danny and I were laughing at him. HAHAHA! "Hi , i'm kelvin." LOL! Inside joke. :D So we drank alittle and WENNY came! It was fun to have her around with her dissing and suaning kelvin. Drank a little martel after that because Danny's brother opened another bottle and soon before long , we had to head home.Did snap some shots with birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wZCvWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MVKy6ptHNXU/s1600-h/DSC00433BLURED+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wZCvWFOFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MVKy6ptHNXU/s320/DSC00433BLURED+ME.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142012409409779794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look horrible so i blurred myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY WAS WORKING DAY. AMANDA STOP PANG SE-ING BECAUSE ITS REALLY TAXING ON ME. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3977791891199416516?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3977791891199416516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3977791891199416516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3977791891199416516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3977791891199416516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/concoction.html' title='Concoction!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R1wOqfWFN-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GiaxBlNv5co/s72-c/DSC00402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-1057152499383800194</id><published>2007-12-05T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:22.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELECTED!</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1aM5vWFN9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/gtGW8IeYfMI/s1600-h/n65se+s5ngp6are+s4b05ss56n.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1aM5vWFN9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/gtGW8IeYfMI/s320/n65se+s5ngp6are+s4b05ss56n.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140450948279515090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PHOTOGRAPHS GOT SHORTLISTED FOR THE NOISE SINGAPORE FESTIVAL!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;I think asha's work got selected too! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading down this friday....&lt;br /&gt;Danny's birthday is this friday too. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this phrase on meredith's profile :&lt;br /&gt;"afraid to love because i'm afraid to lose"&lt;br /&gt;speaks the same for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1057152499383800194?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1057152499383800194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1057152499383800194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1057152499383800194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1057152499383800194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/12/selected.html' title='SELECTED!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R1aM5vWFN9I/AAAAAAAAAPc/gtGW8IeYfMI/s72-c/n65se+s5ngp6are+s4b05ss56n.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-4846139322838281376</id><published>2007-11-30T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:23.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>While clearing my room today , i came across the many neoprints that we took. The many things that you gave me , and the little pig that i treasure more than my life. Distance and time makes the heart grow fonder. Sadly in this case , it isn't helping. I keep making Vertical Horizon's "Best I've ever had" my song of choice , and i reminise more and more. I see the silver decorated christmas tree , and i picture the time when we decorated your tree last year. I came across the black heart shaped christmas card , and i read , only to feel this wave of emptiness overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still occupy my heart. And i'm aching because i miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the 2nd year we're spending christmas together , and i hope we will spend more together!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am clueless as how to make this hurt lesser. You wouldn't know cause you no longer visit , but i really wish my christmas will be spent with you. Ben , we're in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the not so emo part ,&lt;br /&gt;my mum bought me another dress today , and i think i'm wearing that for xmas , cuz its white. And its a bareback. IT SUITS ME OKIE! ALTHOUGH ITS SO NOT ME! :( hahaha! I'll upload the picture or some day after. Bleach is nice. Okie i'm random , probably cause i'm pmsing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1BepKyf66I/AAAAAAAAAPE/pTJk0vq5dwc/s1600-R/4+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138711236193545122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1BepKyf66I/AAAAAAAAAPE/6s-h23FP0wU/s320/4+colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1Be6Kyf68I/AAAAAAAAAPU/FSBfymkFisY/s1600-R/beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138711528251321282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R1Be6Kyf68I/AAAAAAAAAPU/C9qHJM0hRiM/s320/beetle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw , votes please! cuz i duno which one to get. I like both. : /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4846139322838281376?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4846139322838281376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4846139322838281376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4846139322838281376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4846139322838281376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R1BepKyf66I/AAAAAAAAAPE/6s-h23FP0wU/s72-c/4+colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-8321494457727878193</id><published>2007-11-29T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:23.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>YOU ARE MAKING ME HATE YOU MORE AND MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The higher your expectation , the greater your disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore , from today onwards i will forcefully disallow myself to have any expectation pertaining you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way i still hope.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T hate her , but i hate the fact that you neglected me.&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was bound to happen , it was headed my way,&lt;br /&gt;but conceivably its just hard for me to accept. &lt;br /&gt;You know how much i treasured this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to glenn again after a few weeks of MIA-ing with him. And i'm glad i did. Felt alittle more warmth after knowing that someone's there still , crapping with me , giving me sound advices ,  even after knowing my weak points , and taking all the shit that i can throw at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current life is mundane and repetative. I go to school from mondays to fridays and work both on saturdays and sundays. Than the whole cycle repeats. Swimming on mondays and wednesdays. Occasionally on fridays. And i'm left with tuesday and thursday evenings during which i would like to get my daily rehabiliation/rest. I need some OOMPH in my pathetic life. &lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of singapore and do something mad , i need my teenage life back , not one full of compulsaries. A difference that is not one considered by towning with my long lost friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way am i quitting my job because its 10 per hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R07fiKyf64I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7MT8AiTq9gc/s1600-h/DSC00248cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R07fiKyf64I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7MT8AiTq9gc/s320/DSC00248cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138290002981022594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first major online purchase. I'm elited that the dress fitted me well , though a little big but i've got the perfect accessories to match this. Apologies but there isn't any sexy legs or hands because i've got no model figure. I'm planning to wear that for Danny's birthday and xmas countdown. I can't wait for those little pockets of air so that i can breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a cuter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R07grayf65I/AAAAAAAAAO8/LBUYeErCh2g/s1600-h/DSC00235edite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R07grayf65I/AAAAAAAAAO8/LBUYeErCh2g/s320/DSC00235edite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138291261406440338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's idea. It was cute! And i bought the xmas tree at woodland's pasamalam for 6 bucks! Its small and "boney" as proclaimed by my brother , but i've finished decorating it and i'll post the picture up during xmas. This little humble tree has the right to shine during this festive season. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance for xmas party : Me , pigeon , Jas , Jas's bf , Ruifen , Viv , Fifi , Iffa , Weishin(coming after 12)&lt;br /&gt;Pendings : Syed , Ahminah , ANDY! , AH MENG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8321494457727878193?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8321494457727878193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8321494457727878193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8321494457727878193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8321494457727878193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggggghh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R07fiKyf64I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7MT8AiTq9gc/s72-c/DSC00248cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-4822575900259221589</id><published>2007-11-27T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:25.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never let you fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where do you get your recuits? - THE SUICIDE HOTLINE!"&lt;br /&gt;"So you're not muslim? - NO! LOOK AT MY ASS! IT SAYS MADE IN CHINA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starfish sent me this video and few days back but i didn't have the chance to catch it because the school's server is slower than a snail. Watch. If you don't watch , I'LL KILL YOU! Inside joke. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday , i met Vivian for our long awaited outing. Though our conversations were shallower compared to the previous time  , i swear we had a freaking crazy time with the usual gossips and updating of our lives. I shall proclaim : VIVIAN IS A CRAZY BITCH! HAHAHAHA! No i'm not bitching. I guess only she can handle my offensive and somewhat insulting jokes. We were like on some donut discovery trip. HAHA. And she was calling me a dumb blond..-_-" where's the link?(lester's fav phrase , HAHA) I have no blond hair lar blind woman! But today , she PMS-ed! And she got angry when i teased her! :( My dear vivian , dont angry. I'm here! &lt;br /&gt;Just some pictures that we took that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xCMKyf6zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nrkbzuclcSs/s1600-h/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xCMKyf6zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nrkbzuclcSs/s320/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137554051744918322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xC1Kyf60I/AAAAAAAAAOU/AaLpaH0Fed8/s1600-h/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xC1Kyf60I/AAAAAAAAAOU/AaLpaH0Fed8/s320/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(6).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137554756119554882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntec's famous fountain of wealth. It looked so mesmerising that day because of the lighting , the fountain , and the many decorations around the trees at that area. Felt so serene. There were many couples at that area too , so Viv and I felt weird.HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xDH6yf61I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MF2oLRtR9Io/s1600-h/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xDH6yf61I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MF2oLRtR9Io/s320/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137555078242102098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xDzqyf62I/AAAAAAAAAOk/xNDy0mDxiac/s1600-h/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xDzqyf62I/AAAAAAAAAOk/xNDy0mDxiac/s320/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137555829861378914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our donuts!We each bought 12! I think we were mad to that extend lar. And i'm sad i forgot to buy the peanut butter one for my mum. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xEVayf63I/AAAAAAAAAOs/gSAPuevOtak/s1600-h/donutslabelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xEVayf63I/AAAAAAAAAOs/gSAPuevOtak/s320/donutslabelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137556409681963890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well , we had a fun fun day. Vivian works at Thai Express Paragon and she didn't know there was a Thai Express as Esplanade!BIMBO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all,&lt;br /&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-4822575900259221589?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/4822575900259221589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=4822575900259221589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4822575900259221589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/4822575900259221589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-will-never-let-you-fall.html' title='I will never let you fall.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R0xCMKyf6zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/nrkbzuclcSs/s72-c/Outing+with+Eneida+on+25th+November+2007+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-5516347975105706703</id><published>2007-11-24T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:25.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country's own.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently catching a documentary called Frontlines of Construction. Got me thinking about the reason why singapore actually decided to build the Esplanade. To compete , i'm guessing. But , when compared to this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0g0R6yf6wI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kDMJBsDn8O0/s1600-h/Guggenheim%2520Bilbao%25202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0g0R6yf6wI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kDMJBsDn8O0/s320/Guggenheim%2520Bilbao%25202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136412857459534594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0g1gqyf6yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/onq0245GEnw/s1600-h/spain-guggenheim-museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0g1gqyf6yI/AAAAAAAAAOE/onq0245GEnw/s320/spain-guggenheim-museum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136414210374232866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade has been pushed down to 10th place. I'm not saying that Esplanade does not catch the attention of the world , but the Guggenhiem Museum just makes engineering seems so futuristic and impossible. The curves on this aren't even curves. The entire building is paste with titanium and the interior was suppose to elude the feeling that of a cathedral. But don't be mistaken , it isnt a church , its an art museum. Speaks for itself i guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when searching for that , i came across this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0g1P6yf6xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IzBIGQPG-RI/s1600-h/12libe_CA0_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0g1P6yf6xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IzBIGQPG-RI/s320/12libe_CA0_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136413922611424018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver's art museum also(if i'm not wrong). Striking but not as striking as Guggenhiem. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5516347975105706703?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5516347975105706703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5516347975105706703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5516347975105706703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5516347975105706703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/countrys-own.html' title='Country&apos;s own.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R0g0R6yf6wI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kDMJBsDn8O0/s72-c/Guggenheim%2520Bilbao%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-3403226334542108755</id><published>2007-11-23T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:33:48.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean my room</title><content type='html'>I'm on a clean-my-room marathon. My room , with its new furniture needs some cleaning and dusting because i've been so busy lately. I neglected it when i promised my mother to take care of it. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMAS party at pigeon's house! I'm glad this little gathering has a better response than the previous. And i'm excited! Because we'll be ordering pizzas , probably be counting down and singing xmas carols. I've always look forward to the spirit of xmas because i'm always able to enjoy the thought of imagining its snowing in singapore. It isn't something you can do anytime of the year because there are no decorations , cotton wools and stars around the island. Definitely isn't something that you can do during chinese new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ben yesterday and its been like nearly a year since the last time i've met up with him. He was nice enough to treat me , HAHAHA. I thought we had a rather good chat and alittle catching up session , althought about him there was really nothing much to catch up about because he's still mapling lifelessly.-_-" Oh and congrats to judy for her second baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why i'm thinking more than i should. I know i shouldn't , i know its well what i thought it to be , but i can't control it. Its still someone else...its obvious , but who am i?I'm just a friend , not even a close one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3403226334542108755?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3403226334542108755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3403226334542108755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3403226334542108755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3403226334542108755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/clean-my-room.html' title='Clean my room'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-8807907226467089669</id><published>2007-11-21T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:22:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MP3...come back..</title><content type='html'>Just one day and i'm already missing my MP3. That green little companion is no longer there to keep me company on boring lonely rides. I don't even have a picture of that little fella.Hiaz. Whichever bastard out there who took my MP3 and is enjoying my songs inside , you will get your karma. I'm still feeling so irritated with the fact that i lost my handphone and MP3.Guess i'm just lucky that i got my wallet back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 10.11pm and i'm down and out. I haven't had more than 8 hours of sleep in the past 24 hours and its taking its toll on me. I can't seem to remember things and i've caught a flu. The weather's cold and i'm starting to curse uncontrollably all over again. I'm easily irritable and i can sense that i'm starting to get on people's nerves. Its pissing , even myself off. I need to control , i really need to. Enterprise UT tmr , and i know nuts on calculating FV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dreading feeling is coming back , its haunting. Hiding itself in my shadows now , i know its going to go bursting out one day. I want , yet don't want this to happen. Contradictory , yes but i can't help it...cuz we clicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures lately because i've got no camera , unless someone's willing to lend me?? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-8807907226467089669?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/8807907226467089669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=8807907226467089669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8807907226467089669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/8807907226467089669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/mp3come-back.html' title='MP3...come back..'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-1414076066050033020</id><published>2007-11-20T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:52:59.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOL!</title><content type='html'>I'M A FUCKING BIG CLUMSY , FUCKTARD , ASSHOLIC , STUPID , FOOLISH , RETARDED FOOL! I LOST MY FUCKING HANDPHONE AGAIN! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD , PLEASE GIVE ME SOME LESS CARELESS BRAINS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-1414076066050033020?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/1414076066050033020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=1414076066050033020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1414076066050033020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/1414076066050033020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/fool.html' title='FOOL!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-3766491496194771218</id><published>2007-11-19T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:25.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0Gjg6yf6vI/AAAAAAAAANs/bDFI-w6-5h8/s1600-h/DSC_0040labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0Gjg6yf6vI/AAAAAAAAANs/bDFI-w6-5h8/s320/DSC_0040labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134564836111280882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : I love my hamsters like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having really foul and horrible mood swings lately and its causing me to swear in deadly amounts that can kill like carbon dioxide in high concentration levels. PMS , fatigue , stress. Either one. I can't seem to find the actual reason behind these emotions. There seems to be too much stored inside that i have to just let it all out. There could be another deduction , but not possibly one that i would state on my public blog. My blog's public enough , and though there are those whom i trust ,constantly tagging to brighten up my day.There are those , lurking in the dark ... many , friends and acquaintances. Some , unknowns. The daily jokes from pigeon and jasmine are keeping me sane to my very core , and seeing choun meng around school always brings a smile to my face. Vivian gives me room to joke without feeling offensive and W16k-ers remind me so much of those nostalgic days. W35Ers keep me updated with the constant jokes. Wen xia's still my barbie doll. Lester's my little dog , lessy(HAHA)and my sweet...WHY DIDN'T YOU COME TO SCHOOL? Clayton the starfish , Eng Kiat my boss?(NO I'M NOT GOING TO CLEAR THE PLATES FOR YOU AGAIN!)and the rest of you people keep this eruption under control. But when the time comes , i can't help but let it all out. I'm tired , sick and unbelievibly(sp?) exhausted with my life. And i'm contradicting myself again and again because tomorrow i'm heading to Acid bar and Plush thereafter. I vented my anger on glenn , I regret. The constant disses from Asha remind me how you were back then. Someone , identify this problem for me , because i've got a truckload of complex emotions grind up in this blender called " MY FEELINGS ". I think i need a good long break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-3766491496194771218?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/3766491496194771218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=3766491496194771218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3766491496194771218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/3766491496194771218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-too.html' title='Just too....'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R0Gjg6yf6vI/AAAAAAAAANs/bDFI-w6-5h8/s72-c/DSC_0040labelled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-5409977294638749218</id><published>2007-11-18T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:25.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentary Invasion</title><content type='html'>There has been a documentary invasion over the past 2 days on the family tv and i think i've come across some pretty interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0BY16yf6uI/AAAAAAAAANk/Shcb4SVnJW0/s1600-h/sharkman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/R0BY16yf6uI/AAAAAAAAANk/Shcb4SVnJW0/s320/sharkman1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134201258539739874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.scubaaddict.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No the shark isn't dead and that scuba diver has a hell load of guts to do that to the shark. The shark is in the state known as TONIC IMMOBILITY. Sounds alien but it really actually isn't. Its basically just a temporary paralysis state that sharks go into when you touch them gently around the nozzle(Nose? front of head?)area. The shark starts to go limp and actually sinks. Mike Nutzen actually went around visiting people who were trying tonic immobility on smaller sharks that are bread ,  and he did ( HE HAS FUCKING HUGE GUTS)the exact same experiments on great whites and tigers , unprotected. Pretty nerve wrecking but impressive. I reckon this is a episode of shark week(discovery channel) that you must catch whether you're a fan of sharks or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh , and another documentary which i propose would have to be Discovery Atlas(This episode's about India). This is especially so for aspiring flim-makers or photographers(mememe!). They have very good images that capture your attention and their storylines get you hooked onto the show. Much of what they document will get you thinking. I learnt that in Munbai , there is an area of slumps which is the MOST populated piece of land in the whole world. Living conditions are not the best(CRAZY SHIT!) because they squeeze 5 to 6 people in the area the size of an average room in singapore.That's ONE house. But the community is very much bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to glenn about it and he's an evil piece of shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;glenn&gt;&gt; grow in mindset, grow in wealth.. says:&lt;br /&gt;did u learn y they smell bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA...Evil but i agree. XD And there's this particular part in the show that acutally shows an indian man flying an areoplane. Sorry to say , but the first thing that popped in my head is TURBAN MAN!!  HAHAHA!! Still , I personally feel that indian's cultural roots and influences are stronger than any other country. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch if you're too tired to head outta home , like me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5409977294638749218?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5409977294638749218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5409977294638749218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5409977294638749218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5409977294638749218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/documentary-invasion.html' title='Documentary Invasion'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/R0BY16yf6uI/AAAAAAAAANk/Shcb4SVnJW0/s72-c/sharkman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-5810787251536667550</id><published>2007-11-16T03:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:27.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeon Love!</title><content type='html'>As an overdued promise , i decided to do this in a seperate post. W16K outing pictures as promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz18hqyf6qI/AAAAAAAAANE/nE9v6i2zI9Q/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz18hqyf6qI/AAAAAAAAANE/nE9v6i2zI9Q/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133396068135856802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz18Uqyf6pI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eP66cGVRruY/s1600-h/DSC00204_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz18Uqyf6pI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eP66cGVRruY/s320/DSC00204_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133395844797557394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only picked out a few pictures because i'm lazy to upload the rest. HEHE. And if you think the above is retarted , you haven't seen anything yet. THIS is what i'll call retarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz19Sayf6rI/AAAAAAAAANM/zHYG6v9xyjQ/s1600-h/retarted+pigeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz19Sayf6rI/AAAAAAAAANM/zHYG6v9xyjQ/s320/retarted+pigeon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133396905654479538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! i keep laughing when i see the 3rd picture.Freaking hilarious! Can you imagine , she did all this while she was in an elegant dress and in full make up?! HAHAHAHAHA!! And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz1-sKyf6sI/AAAAAAAAANU/yIKubr5la9s/s1600-h/PIGEON!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz1-sKyf6sI/AAAAAAAAANU/yIKubr5la9s/s320/PIGEON!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133398447547738818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! Taken during lunch before i left for changi airport that day. The pigeon doing kung fu one is the funniest!! She didn't intend to do it actually , i just caught that shot. HAHA!! Now you know why every loves pigeon , especially me! :D Pigeon , I know you love me too. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-5810787251536667550?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/5810787251536667550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=5810787251536667550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5810787251536667550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/5810787251536667550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/pigeon-love.html' title='Pigeon Love!'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz18hqyf6qI/AAAAAAAAANE/nE9v6i2zI9Q/s72-c/DSC00205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-6182678920590197317</id><published>2007-11-16T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:02:28.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi Airport T3</title><content type='html'>Busy busy , tired tired and now finally updating.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to changi airport with the school. I thought that the trip was quite a waste of time for me cuz i couldn't snap as many pictures as i intended to because of my laptop that i had to lug around while trying to take pictures. But ahhh well , i tried to take as many as i could , and sad to say , no matter how times i try and try , i just couldn't get a clean neat shot of the interior of changi airport because it was so messy! Really. Look at the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz1za6yf6gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e3dScNGo2eU/s1600-h/DSC_0078labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz1za6yf6gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e3dScNGo2eU/s320/DSC_0078labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133386056567089666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the roof top of changi airport. Sure it looks nice at first sight but as you look at it more and more , you'll realise that it gets very tiring for the eyes. But this was inspired by their concept of openness. Literally. The whole building is lit by the natural sunlight which explains why there are so many metal panels. Their purpose is to decflect the sunlight so that it wouldnt' be so glaring for visitors , which i thought was a pretty cool idea and that it would help save the earth. They only switch on the lights at night which are embedded in the metal beems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of T3 is build with glass. Lots of it. From the inside , it allows you to see through the transit area , through the boarding area until the outside of the airport itself. Pretty interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the guide said:" When you send your bf off ah , he go in transit than you cry ahh , than you can run to this glass panel area and cry somemore , than he go in boarding already still can cry ahh , until he go up the plane already than you take MRT go home." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And T3's transit area is LOADED with shops for the rich. Its like the second paragon. Gucci , Prada , Mont Blonc , Cartier ,etc. FIFA(know FIFA WORLD CUP?) even decided to open their first merchendise shop in the world , right here in singapore's T3. But i think fans would be pretty disappointed because its within the transit area. And not to mention , there are REAL trees within the transit area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz12CKyf6hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EpZ8aLc__YY/s1600-h/internal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz12CKyf6hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EpZ8aLc__YY/s320/internal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133388929900210706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite impressed with the fact that they could keep those trees alive in an enclosed area. Yes , the whole building is air conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz1246yf6iI/AAAAAAAAAME/ippMX_NnPaA/s1600-h/DSC_0099labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz1246yf6iI/AAAAAAAAAME/ippMX_NnPaA/s320/DSC_0099labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133389870498048546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarding area with nice sofa and worm-looking lights. HAHA. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz13Uayf6jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XUldWg1Zx0k/s1600-h/DSC_0106labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz13Uayf6jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XUldWg1Zx0k/s320/DSC_0106labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133390342944451122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the immigration area. I think this part looks horrible. Because its too complicated.The background has the metal area and it just makes it look alot more worst because of the visiblitiy of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz137qyf6kI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8E7NhI_b5k4/s1600-h/DSC_0111labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz137qyf6kI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8E7NhI_b5k4/s320/DSC_0111labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133391017254316610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz14YKyf6lI/AAAAAAAAAMc/A8BJcLf-Rp8/s1600-h/DSC_0112labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz14YKyf6lI/AAAAAAAAAMc/A8BJcLf-Rp8/s320/DSC_0112labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133391506880588370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz15A6yf6mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3pwZBD0e5-U/s1600-h/DSC_0116labelled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz15A6yf6mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3pwZBD0e5-U/s320/DSC_0116labelled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133392206960257634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you collect your luggage. The wall is imprinted with 16(if i'm not wrong) different languages of saying welcome. Pretty , but still , very very complicated and messy. And you are greeted with this interesting customs sign board. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz15h6yf6nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KjphovSs4YM/s1600-h/coach+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz15h6yf6nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KjphovSs4YM/s320/coach+area.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133392773895940722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought T3 had a very nice coach area so i decided to snap photos of it. HAHA. And this is the fucked up part because the faci who apparently was in charge of us , did not tell us weather to come back here , to wait for the second group , or weather we are allowed to leave. So the few of us just came back here to wait and worst thing is that the busdrivers didn't have his number too.So we waited for about 15 to 30 minutes just for that retarted faci and luckily after that he came back with the second group. Such a stupid idiot by making himself so uncontactable. BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-6182678920590197317?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6182678920590197317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=6182678920590197317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6182678920590197317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6182678920590197317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/changi-airport-t3.html' title='Changi Airport T3'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_csUpEflmQEE/Rz1za6yf6gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/e3dScNGo2eU/s72-c/DSC_0078labelled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085112.post-2195360632880915814</id><published>2007-11-13T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:15:30.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong.</title><content type='html'>I'm think i'm having my pre-menstrual syndrome because i've been feeling moody and easily agitated lately. Furthermore , my indulgance into slow , soothing songs has made me fall in love with Boston , sang by Augustana. I love the piano. Oh and did i mention , i got the new bleach song already! YAYYYYYY!!!!! Freaking nice. Tomorrow is enterprise and i'm glad i'm leaving at 2 , because the faci sucks. Heading of to visit Changi Terminal 3 with the school! Pictures , pictures and more pictures! :) I've uploaded new pictures on photo blog already. IVP's in jan and i sure hope i can swim well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-2195360632880915814?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/2195360632880915814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=2195360632880915814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2195360632880915814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/2195360632880915814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-wrong.html' title='What&apos;s wrong.'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7085112.post-6733199428251735494</id><published>2007-11-12T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:51:00.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit you</title><content type='html'>I treated this friendship like gold , but if you choose to be like that , than you can choose to bother about me no more. I asked and asked and you denied and denied. I still FUCKING thought of giving you a donut thinking that i FUCKING did something wrong. At the end of the road , it turns out like this. My instincts always prove me right and YOU know i'm that fucking accurate. You think i didn't notice when you contacted me lesser? You think i'm that fucking stupid?! You've no idea how much you've pissed me off , no fucking idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085112-6733199428251735494?l=tankuku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/feeds/6733199428251735494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085112&amp;postID=6733199428251735494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6733199428251735494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085112/posts/default/6733199428251735494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tankuku.blogspot.com/2007/11/shit-you.html' title='Shit you'/><author><name>flour gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072762971314290107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
