<?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-9099092481571918873</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:54:18.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING SWEET, BITCHY &amp; NOT-SO-NICE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4010785154126148782</id><published>2007-09-05T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:31:33.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>goodbye blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello xanga :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4010785154126148782?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4010785154126148782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4010785154126148782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4010785154126148782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4010785154126148782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1595890214788441848</id><published>2007-09-04T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:08:22.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a rat for a pet</title><content type='html'>had french and econs tut today.  after that, pam and i went to clementi to meet nic the ponner to get our textbooks.  only managed to get two, then we grabbed unhealthy food from the pasar malam except for nic who insisted on being a health freak and sticking to corn.  chilled at kfc for a bit then nic had to go back to school for dragonboat.  zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pam and i went to westmall to catch ratatouille!  it is so super nice!  the mouse is so cute!  i want!  rushed down to driving later and my instructor was super disgusting today.  he burped like a million times, seriously, no shit man.  eww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am super tired.  bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1595890214788441848?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1595890214788441848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1595890214788441848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1595890214788441848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1595890214788441848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-rat-for-pet.html' title='i want a rat for a pet'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1007635796078601859</id><published>2007-09-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:04:26.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissy mood</title><content type='html'>am tired from shopping, dvd watching, chatting, and dealing with all the hypocrisy and fakeness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to think of &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;that way.  it kills me, but the way &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; act, there isn't any other way i could possibly think of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1007635796078601859?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1007635796078601859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1007635796078601859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1007635796078601859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1007635796078601859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/09/pissy-mood.html' title='pissy mood'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2330602156008028682</id><published>2007-08-31T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:17:51.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired/busy/tired/busy/tired</title><content type='html'>and the list goes on and on.  my life is being usurped my school and it tires me out, to the core, a 5 day week definitely does things to my sleep schedule and my head.  i was on the phone till 4 30 am this morning, and i'm so proud that i managed to still get my ass out of bed and went for tutorials by 11.  i'm amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get my tutorials, my tutors are all from china, i don't get their accent, i don't get them.  thank god today was a short day or i would have died man.  after tuts, pam drove nic &amp; i in her blue beetle to her hall to get some stuff, and that dropped us off at yih.  omg i love her car.  beetles are tres cool, so that makes pam tres cool too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  nic put on your seat belt, pam's driving&lt;br /&gt;nic:  shld be ok what, it's auto right&lt;br /&gt;-BUMP! pam has just hit the kerb-  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town later, met em up.  was totally a pigging out day man.  we had famous amos, squid otah, donuts, little cakes, wanton mee, honeydew milk tea, and pasta fresca for dinner.  OMG can.  we caught 1408 and it is super good.  no, make that super duper good actually.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RthpAy56aqI/AAAAAAAAASM/88RzopDFveQ/s1600-h/SP_A0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RthpAy56aqI/AAAAAAAAASM/88RzopDFveQ/s400/SP_A0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945640010050210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe with a babe for a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RthpBS56arI/AAAAAAAAASU/U3H2SEJ6DJY/s1600-h/bah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RthpBS56arI/AAAAAAAAASU/U3H2SEJ6DJY/s400/bah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104945648599984818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool trio.  lol, bad shot thus the censorship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we were so cool everyone in school kept looking at us in the beetle.  YAY ENVY US&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2330602156008028682?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2330602156008028682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2330602156008028682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2330602156008028682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2330602156008028682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/tiredbusytiredbusytired.html' title='tired/busy/tired/busy/tired'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RthpAy56aqI/AAAAAAAAASM/88RzopDFveQ/s72-c/SP_A0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1480135488947327749</id><published>2007-08-29T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T07:48:43.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elle est tres shagged</title><content type='html'>done with my french lecture for the week.  phew.  met ziluo at vivo for dinner later.  had bbq chicken wings, very nice white carrot cake, a platter of mixed chinese dishes, and kueh tutu.  short way to sum up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another separate note, i hate those who think the world of themselves that they always manage to draw an excuse for every single fucking thing they do.  people shld stop thinking that they own when they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forsee another long day at school tomorrow.  i miss the z monster.  attack me already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1480135488947327749?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1480135488947327749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1480135488947327749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1480135488947327749'/><link 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man.  we did proj grpings for tut today, but not like i was listening, we were at the back laughing, acting bimbo and talking uber loudly that the lecturer had to keep telling us to keep our voices down.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, during lect we put a "kick me please" note on nic's ass, and he didn't notice, and he even was jiggling his butt around.  lol, francine saw and kicked him tho, super funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RtQ8XS56apI/AAAAAAAAASE/VxfURRBYf1o/s1600-h/SP_A0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RtQ8XS56apI/AAAAAAAAASE/VxfURRBYf1o/s400/SP_A0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103770648627014290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila!  my work of genius!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic and pam walked me to french tut later, french tut was pretty okay, did a lot of oral.  oral coversation if you're thinking otherwise.  lol.  met them up again later and we went to look at the bazaar at the forum.  woot i bought 2 giant gogo sausages, tried some yoghurt ice cream and bought a mini patrick which i lost.  boohoo, that cost me 6 freakin bucks :(  OH!  and we bought nic a belated 21st present.  leopard print boxers!  like is that super cute or what man!  it's even furry!  we made him promise to wear it before giving him.  haha, now he's dead man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met prata and alien later, and boy have i missed them both.  i had a double cheeseburger (yesyes, w/o the buns) and both their packets of fries.  did a lot of catching up and silly photo taking which was hilarious.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am really really shagged now.  am still considering whether to go for lecture tomorrow.  this is really killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1272622837861828535?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1272622837861828535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1272622837861828535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1272622837861828535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1272622837861828535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-most-happening-school-day.html' title='my most happening school day!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RtQ8XS56apI/AAAAAAAAASE/VxfURRBYf1o/s72-c/SP_A0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-6073213494505348393</id><published>2007-08-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:15:38.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too tired for titles</title><content type='html'>i only got to sleep at 715 am this morning, so naturally, stats lect at 10 in the morning was a no-go thanks to the 5 hr long msn chat convo, and the 3 hr long phone convo that followed after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was planning to sleep till super late, but kept getting calls.  argh.  so got up, rushed out to go out with pam baby.  we went to vivo cos she had to get her formal wear, did a lot of trying on of stuff, candy shopping and then later we cabbed back to school for la francais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french was madness.  lecturer is going too fast, can't catch shit yo'.  je ne sais pa whatever la fuck he is saying.  sheena walked me to the bus stop afters, which is really nice of her considering i don't know her that well, and she stays in hall.  so yay for nice people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have megaloads of tuts due which i have yet to touch.  all the best to me then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6073213494505348393?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/6073213494505348393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>accomplishments</title><content type='html'>top 10 things i accomplished today (in very random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  get sufficient amount of sleep due to fact that i did not go to church today&lt;br /&gt;2.  completed the entire heroes season 1&lt;br /&gt;3.  made a mess out of my existant/non-existant love life&lt;br /&gt;4.  sinking myself deeper into something i shouldn't even have started to begin with&lt;br /&gt;5.  ate the biggest bar of cadbury all by myself, on top of 2 full meals&lt;br /&gt;6.  made a point to skip my stats lecture in the morning tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;7.  fit into my hot shorts which are super duper tight&lt;br /&gt;8.  get my brother hooked on heroes&lt;br /&gt;9.  leave all my tutorials untouched, and tutorials start as of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;10. nothing, basically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-6741514465349890634</id><published>2007-08-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:30:50.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i met mich the bitch up for shopping in town.  today, i woke up and tadah!  meet my newly beloved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RtCCIS56aoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cmcWDRvcKa4/s1600-h/sgh-u600redfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RtCCIS56aoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cmcWDRvcKa4/s400/sgh-u600redfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102721456836078210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red samsung u600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is super pretty, wafer thin, but only one problem.  it's totally not user friendly.  the buttons are so ultra sensitive, i have problems calling, messaging and even changing my settings.  oh well, i love it all the same and pray that it doens't get stolen, drowned or left behind, as the fate of my other phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lau pa sat today after a long time.  had la-la, beef and baby kailan for dinner.  was really good.  i made a new friend yesterday.  he's kinda like my soulmate, he talks like me, thinks like me, and even sounds like me.  don't get any wrong ideas, he's happily blissfully attached.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes me feel understood though, something i haven't felt for a really long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6741514465349890634?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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hours after lects ended with pammy and xiuli and then met shermaine and the rest up for uni dedication service.  went with nora, and caught up with jeff and pam tock (not a lot) there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, had a horrible night with my on-off-and currently off again ex"boyfriend".  have practically 40 missed calls on my handphone which i have yet to clear.  now that is a record breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school tomorrow!  will be heroes marathoning tonight!  hip hip hurrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1147308071839674667?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1147308071839674667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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boring update</title><content type='html'>so yesterday, i had driving and then later, i went to town with xiuli to get my french texts, but unsuccessfully.  and then we just spent the rest of the day walking about town discussing our all-time favourite driving instructor and about school (or the lack thereof) in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i skipped econs lect, went for french at 4 which i was late for simply because i was hooked on heroes the entire last night and since the time i got up today afternoon.  chilled at the arts canteen with mich and xiuli later before heading down to vivo to meet ziluo.  we had carl's junior and then starbucks later over silly random chit-chat and him thinking that the whole world is looking at him.  met my father, brother (who's back from seeking the truth btw) and sister and we went for the hairspray screening since my sis's company had tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great, no waiting time, very high school musical like and urm, we had free popcorn in hairspray boxes and coke.  thought the movie was okay only though, but for some reason, the black people looked really good, and so did zac effron (who didn't look half gay in  retro 60s hair) and amanda bynes.  john travolta was a classic though, dancing his way in a girl fatsuit and red heels; he made me crack up the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will not be skipping school tomorrow, so goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2618857108285272156?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2618857108285272156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2618857108285272156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;skipped my stats lect today, second week into school and i skip my first lect.  :)  woke up at around 4 to pam's and clarissa's sms-es and then went down to school at 6 for my first french lect.  was really interesting actually and my lecturer is this french dude with a really strong and thick accent.  so now i can proudly say i know more to french than voulez vou cou cher avec moi?  (although this still remains my fav line of all :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i learnt, or more of what i remember still:&lt;br /&gt;vou vou a'pallez comment?&lt;br /&gt;je m'apelle claire!&lt;br /&gt;bonjour, ca va?&lt;br /&gt;moi non parle francais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i don't have school tomorrow.  but i have driving, and then it's off to kino to get my french texts.  good night world, au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1660703763331068171?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1660703763331068171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1660703763331068171' 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night, i couldn't sleep well, i had one of the worst cramps ever.  i'm presuming these are period cramps, but i'm not too sure either, could also be due to large amount of food ate last night, or perhaps one of my intestines burst and i'm haemorrhaging inside.  speaking of those cramps, they're still here as i type.  and it really really hurts like fuck.  am contemplating shoving some panadol menstrual down my throat but am hesitant cos like i said, might not be period cramps to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up at 10 for church today and came home expecting to dive in for a long nap.  rather, i went online, typed two contract letters for nussf and the ridge and lazed around somemore.  got ruma to bring prince from my sis's place and attempted to play with him for a bit while at the same time marvelling at the fact that he's now twice his size.  i always knew money (my former maid) was stealing his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch when my parents came back, then durians again, and then tried to sleep.  a not so deep sleep disrupted by phone's constant ringing by MM who asks if i want munchie donuts and the cramps that never leaves, i wake up thinking i've napped for at least 2 hours, when i come online again and see that it's actually only half an hour.  so now i am depressed and i just stuffed myself with a strawberry mooncake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am immensely depressed.  i thought school was only going to be for an hour tom, but i am wrong.  i forget about the 2 hr french lesson that was going to take my evening away.  i know no one in french, and i have no textbooks.  great, just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:  repaint insane looking nails and see a doctor about fucked up menstrual cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4571901183434945362?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5234742781687361294</id><published>2007-08-18T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:01:26.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two consecutive days in town</title><content type='html'>have been in town for two consecutive days now.  yesterday, i was there with em, attempting to study and getting a pair of pinstriped shorts.  had fast food the entire day.  was mos for lunch, and since we were still hungry, had a dinper (dinner+supper) at 11-ish at wcp macs.  em stayed the night over since i couldn't bear to let him cab home lol.  tried to watch my very bad quality version of rush hour 3 but failed.  hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to town with prata in electric blue skinnies.  walked the entire day.  i bought myself a dress while she busted 90 bucks on bras.  haha had dinner laters at the soup spoon and we had orange choc chip ice cream at new zealand naturals later.  yumyum, both of us felt really fat later, i was pratically bursting out of my skinnies so we decided to take a night stroll.  initial plan was to take the bus at the ps bus stop, but thanks to me, we ended up walking from town all the way to the harbourfront bus stop.  omg can, salute us please.  we got ourselves durians along the way.  was a fun walk, but now i'm pissed tired and my soles hurt.  think i have blisters :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RscXdC56aiI/AAAAAAAAARM/BR31N8hySLU/s1600-h/IMG_2720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RscXdC56aiI/AAAAAAAAARM/BR31N8hySLU/s400/IMG_2720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100070890783795746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us after the walk, dirty, greasy and sweaty (sounds kind of like jefferson, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my primary school best friend is a president's scholar, and here i am, unaccomplished and will most probably graduated without honours.  now i understand why people say opposites attract.  :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5234742781687361294?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5234742781687361294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5234742781687361294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5234742781687361294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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week 1 and tutorials haven't even started.  honestly, i'm not looking forward to week 3 when tutorials start and my life becomes dreadful.  the past two days, i've been in school early in the morning, putting myself through consecutive hours of lectures which seem to last forever, trying to locate classrooms through the endless upslopes and steps under the scorching sun penetrating my skin.  funny how i don't seem to lose all that weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, i met em for dinner after school.  and today, i managed to sit through 6 hours of consecutive lectures, then chilled with pam and xiuli for another 2 hours, before going for campus crusades welcome tea for another 3 hours.  seriously, i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the og has disintegrated.  lots of backstabbing, politiking, bitching and undercurrents of hostility and tension.  funny how things are so temporal or rather, how things can undergo a drastic change under a short span of time.  it feels like big brother happening before my very eyes.  right now, i want to be a civilian and not get caught up in the crossfire.  especially when there are people not to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired, i can't think of what i did in detail.  so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-8817524375164512654?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/8817524375164512654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=8817524375164512654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8817524375164512654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and he kept telling me i look like some jap character (he said that the last time too) and asked if i joined the asian cuties contest.  wth.  but he seriously sounds like glenn ong man, his voice omg omg omg.  he let me pump petrol for the car at the end!  was kinda cool actually, never knew pumping petrol was so easy.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, met my parents up for dinner at the chinese restaurant at westmall.  the food was great, but the experience and company was horrible cos of my parents.  shall not elaborate but they fucked my dinner up.  was practically a force feeding session of fried rice, xiao long bao, la mien, chicken in special sauce and beans with minced pork.  trust me, they were making me eat 2/3s of the entire dinner.  i am never ever eating with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally booked my driving test.  13 december.  long long way to goooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3397027594937315721</id><published>2007-08-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:01:43.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school</title><content type='html'>my first day of school started off not so bad.  i only left the house 10 minutes before lecture was about to start, thinking i would be late but wonders of wonders, bus ride was only like urm, 3 minutes?  giving me more than enough time of 7 minutes to slow walk an upslope to the LT and find myself good back row seats with xiuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecture started at 10 am.  it ended at 11 30 am.  what did i learn today?  school is a big waste of time.  came to learn nothing but just people watch and see kiasu people scribbling frantically on their already pre printed sheets of notes despite the lecturer saying 3 times "you don't need to copy this".  well then, i guess people do see the need to copy her "you don't need to copy this".  irony.  time kinda crawled though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, went over to mich's place for a while to attempt to bid for xiuli's 5th module, unsuccessfully.  cabbed to town later and mich and i both got skinnys.  electric blue for me and grey for her.  they are so skin tight, they're practically tights.  LOVES IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so first day of school kinda sucked.  am not hoping for any better days to follow.  have no school tomorrow.  yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3397027594937315721?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3397027594937315721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3397027594937315721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3397027594937315721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3397027594937315721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3423422066162854988</id><published>2007-08-12T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:00:45.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old times relieved</title><content type='html'>after almost a year plus, i went to visit my relatives over at my mother's side, also known as, the grandma who cooks shit (TGWCS).  used to be my daily sunday routine to visit my father's side for lunch and then my mother's side for dinner on sundays.  i think i stopped going to my father's side after my grandpa passed away and as for my mother's side, i guess i stopped going when gabe went to nz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, gabe and i decided to go today since we did not have to endure shit food cos we were having steamboat instead and MM said we were going to have abalone.  upon reaching there, OMG, horrors of horrors.  firstly, no abalone.  secondly, who knew that steamboat could taste like shit?!  only TGWCS can make the impossible possible man.  anyway, good experience since it's been a pretty long time since i had shit food.  have the biggest (seriously) packet of nougats and timtam from gabe's mother since they just came back from aussie.  so far, ever since i got the nougats, which is 2 hours ago, 15 nougats are already in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuing on the route of fatness, came home and stuffed myself silly with durians.  4 whole durians.  me and the retired father ate non-stop.  am currently 10 kg heavier.  on another note, played with the little cousin today (we both find her very annoying) played dodgeball, darts, badminton, etc.  found a note she wrote to her little p2 friend which i found super funny.  note was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you still my friend?&lt;br /&gt;are you still my friend?&lt;br /&gt;are you still my friend?&lt;br /&gt;are you still my friend?&lt;br /&gt;are you still my friend?&lt;br /&gt;(each line is written in five diff colours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES / NO (pls circle your answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: genevieve ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah anw her friend circled NO and said, i don't want to be your friend.  LOL looks like not only gabe and i find her annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have school tomorrow.  pray that i wake up please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3423422066162854988?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3423422066162854988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3423422066162854988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3423422066162854988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3423422066162854988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-times-relieved.html' title='old times relieved'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2144978523821082166</id><published>2007-08-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:55:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sandtosa</title><content type='html'>this post is yesterday's overdue post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em and i went to sentosa yesterday!  and for the first time in my life, i got to try the skyride and the luge.  the skyride was super scary cos i'm scared of heights and the bench was so open, i kept thinking i would fall.  haha, this is why i can't do rollarcoasters and shit (yesyes, i'm a loser i know).  but the luge was super fun!  reminds me of bumper cars which i miss a lot since now even pasar malams don't have such stuff anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at vivo later and then he came to stayover.  rewatched simpsons for the 3rd time counting.  urm, and i guess that's it.  more laters, for now, pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rr6epF3j9NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/U2gNYsbEHh8/s1600-h/IMG_2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rr6epF3j9NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/U2gNYsbEHh8/s400/IMG_2707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097686257017025746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rr6epV3j9OI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jgZUXoeDwC8/s1600-h/IMG_2689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2144978523821082166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2144978523821082166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/sandtosa.html' title='sandtosa'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rr6epF3j9NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/U2gNYsbEHh8/s72-c/IMG_2707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2034406794952610984</id><published>2007-08-10T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:08:54.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>claire's day out with the green fairy</title><content type='html'>took my own sweet time to get ready for driving today.  ended up cabbing down to bbdc and had myself a cab driver who kept flirting with me, telling me i'm young and pretty and that he'll take me shopping etc etc.  quite interesting cos uncle was an old malay man who's the shade of an indian.  people of all races love me yo!  :)  anyway, met ziluo aka the green fairy (cos he wants to be known as that) up at westmall afters and we caught rush hour 3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's super duper funny and i was laughing and snorting my ass off the whole time.  pity it's only one hour and fifteen minutes, a tad too short i think.  love chris tucker he's a very very funny black man.  laters, we went to bk for dinner and omg, my mushroom swiss double!  so long never eat already.  talked cock and hummed along to emo songs over fries and hersheys sundae pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this month's FIRST magazine.  there's a simpsons poster inside.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2034406794952610984?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2034406794952610984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2034406794952610984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2034406794952610984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2034406794952610984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/claires-day-out-with-green-fairy.html' title='claire&apos;s day out with the green fairy'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-6226732901031886155</id><published>2007-08-09T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:40:27.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY FUCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rrt7RF3j9MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KjFjN_xDyOQ/s1600-h/CopyofIMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rrt7RF3j9MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KjFjN_xDyOQ/s400/CopyofIMG_0109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096802936863061186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE INFAMOUS GREEN FAIRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just discovered the BIGGEST piece of news at 4:35 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has come to my knowledge that there actually is absinthe for sale in singapore.  first things first, the knowledge of it.  second would be the quest to discover that sacred location.  this feels like the da vinci code and i have just laid hands on the cyprex, and now, to cipher the code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, in my opinion, is the &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt; fucking national day's present evar.  :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6226732901031886155?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/6226732901031886155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5779972809405646084</id><published>2007-08-09T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:52:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years of lovin' and countin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RrsbA13j9LI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aVkchHvAhRg/s1600-h/collage21-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RrsbA13j9LI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aVkchHvAhRg/s400/collage21-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096697104573920434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from a very short day's out.  went to vivo with mich just now.  the aim was just to meet up, get out of the house and do some shopping (real shopping for her, window shopping for me).  so anyway, vivo wasn't that crowded (surprisingly), i guess every other patriotic citizen must be all clustered up somewhere within sight of a few measley fireworks and a glimpse of the even more patriotic citizens in red/white at the padang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up getting a topshop jumpsuit in the end cos the price was so irresistable even my budget deficit could handle it.  right now, i'm in a state of mixed emotions.  am so bored, restless, and yet tired at the same time.  and a throbbing headache too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to repaint my nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5779972809405646084?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5779972809405646084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1229972113381785458</id><published>2007-08-08T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:46:39.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!</title><content type='html'>to the nation that was called singapore 42 years ago, but is slowly evolving into china due to large-scale invasion of the china people caused by the lack of potent sperms of the singaporean men to reproduce, HAPPY 42ND BIRTHDAY YO!  boy are you old, time to wake up your ideas and bring back the singapore that was years ago, and not turn into china to be.  i'm sure i'm the very first one wishing you a happy birthday cos it's 6:42 am now.  i am very sure i deserve a national day award for that -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em baby just left my place.  it's been a long day, we met in the afternoon, headed to peninsula plaza to get his black skinnies and OMG!  that place is a skinny jeans haven!  they have skinny jeans in at least 30 colours such as baby pink, lime green, sky blue etc.  it's pretty darn cheap too at 25 bucks.  time to head down there when i have more money.  afters, we went to town and caught captivity which is really a pretty silly predictable low budget cheesy horror movie starring elisa cuthbert.  that's the blondie in house of wax and i swear she looks 10 times worse in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!  i wanna watch hairspray!  it looks like the cutest movie ever!  ok, am pretty tired now.  shall go sleeeeeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1229972113381785458?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1229972113381785458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i need some drama</title><content type='html'>went for driving today.  my instructor gave me some tips about when/when not to book for my test dates.  he said not to take slots on the 1st, 15th and 19th of the month cos pple will be going to the temple to pray and they will pose as hazards for me.  and also, the first and last time slot is a definite no-no.  he was really funny today anyway.  made me crack up a lot of time.  i have some serios issues with blind spots.  i keep forgetting to look, and that damn mirror too.  so i was telling my instructor that even before i'm out of bbdc, i'll hit all 18 points.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that just going up the hump very hard you lose 8 points?!  like seriously, wtf man.  people need to be more understanding and forgiving.  tsktsk, anyway, am not holding high hopes on passing on my first attempt and probably am never going to pass cos retired father insists he has no more money to sponsor me the second time round.  greattttttt, am destined to be commuter for the rest of one's life -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to get my phone afters, but they didn't have red in stock so i'm getting it tomrrow instead.  had dinner, a very filling one cos it was with my parents and then some grocery shopping later.  despite dinner bloating one's stomach one still can't stop stuffing oneself with the m&amp;ms one bought during grocery shopping just now.  darn, regret buying it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this rounds up my mundane life, dear god, give me some drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3258759250675594706?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3258759250675594706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>3:08 AM</title><content type='html'>my very first meme :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy.&lt;br /&gt;Paste.&lt;br /&gt;Answer.&lt;br /&gt;Questions.&lt;br /&gt;In.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? bed&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? busy&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? mad&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? mongolian&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? retired&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite item? ipod&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? forgot&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favourite drink? teas&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car? jeep&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in? tiny &lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex? alive&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? loneliness&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be in 10 years? tai-tai&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night? michelle&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not? rich&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did? blink&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? tank&lt;br /&gt;22. Your favourite book? uncountable&lt;br /&gt;23. The last thing you ate? chocs&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? unaccomplished &lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? restless&lt;br /&gt;26. Your friends? colourful&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now? munching&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car? MIA&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you doing at the moment? typing &lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer? hot&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status? attached &lt;br /&gt;32. What is on your TV? nothing&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? earlier&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? forgot&lt;br /&gt;35. School? ominous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4014756843410311508?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4014756843410311508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4014756843410311508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4014756843410311508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4014756843410311508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/308-am.html' title='3:08 AM'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2955778538693327048</id><published>2007-08-06T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:50:55.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alien's post birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>for alien's post 19th, we went k-boxing!  our first time tog despite 5 years of friendship.  i think bulk of it is cos of prata's singing that kept us from the idea of karaokes -_-.  so anyway, it was really really fun with a lot of hip hop tunes, boyband sappy songs, raps, and even a birthday song.  overloading of refills of nuts, drinks, and then dancing, jumping and prancing around the room like fucktards only to compose ourself and act like we weren't doing anything whenever a kbox staff walked into our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overlooking the bad singing which almost sounded like howls along the way, i loved our time together today cos i've missed hanging out with the both of them together (awww).  school's going to start soon, and to be honest, i'm dreading it, talks of politics between everyone during what's supposed to be a bonded activity, foreboding of bumping into "those i'd wished i would never see again but apparently didn't go my way", the 3-day week which i relished in but which turned out to be a 5-day week with either too long a break in between or consecutive non-stop lectures, gah!  and the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is becoming more and more ominous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2955778538693327048?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3807818515244696323</id><published>2007-08-05T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:56:28.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm trying, but it's so hard</title><content type='html'>went shopping with mich in town and bugis today.  bumped into jillyan and irene (ziluo's cousin) there also.  small small world.  got myself checkered schoolgirl flats and an electric blue cropped hoodie, all in the name of preparing myself for the impending start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to be a lot of things.  i'm trying to be enthusiastic but it's really hard when you lack company.  i'm trying to change my sleep schedule, but it's so hard when my body clock has been ticking this way for the past 7 months.  i'm trying to be a bigger (not literally) person, and looking past everything.  i'm trying.  but it's so damn hard.  and it never really gets any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i don't think retail therapy does anything good to my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3807818515244696323?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3807818515244696323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3807818515244696323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3807818515244696323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3807818515244696323'/><link 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and we didn't know what else there was to do so we decided to walk home from town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started at far east and i swear we walked millions of miles, it's like 2.4 km multiplied man.  passed by clarke quay which i had to practically restrain him from going there, half of chinatown, but ultimately took a wrong turn and ended up cabbing home.  the 7-11s along the way were life savers man, would have died if not for yakult and chips ahoy.  so it doesn't sound like a long walk, but it was, we were walking for one and a half hours okay, so that must be very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just feel dirty but not any skinnier so doubt walk was useful.  going to shower now!  byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4004899947730490923?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5852424015036008280</id><published>2007-08-03T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:57:08.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg i admit to being a bitch</title><content type='html'>hello everybody, despite all my best and enthusiastic (i swear!) intentions to wake up early for oweek day 2, i overslept and decided not to go after all.  but can you really blame me?  i mean firstly, i slept at 6 and it would be an impossible feat to wake up at 8 and not to mention xiuli decided not to go so that would deprive me of a motivation to wake up early cos someone's waiting in my house and also, not to mention i'm directionless and she's like my only compass to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, woke up only at 4 and then slacked around watching big brother.  went down to school with xiuli at 7 and ended up joining part of the bbq.  yumyum the food was really nice.  didn't make any effort whatsoever to socialise.  was basically anti-social but ended up bonding with zhen jie.  omg that guy is as bitchy as i am.  the 2 of us just sat at the table bitching non-stop whilst everyone else was at another table.  haha, we are the queen bitches man.  funny thing is, i had a really bad impression of him initially cos he was one of those guys who was in the other grp during foc camp playing dodgeball against us and they were super violent so that's urm, not a good thing (told him that anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lots of bitching later, went for driving with prata and yes, my first time driving at night.  had a really crappy instructor who almost freaked out when i told him it was my first time driving at night, kept doing praying gestures non-stop cos i think he was really scared of driving (is it that bad, really?), and ended up stopping on the hump when he told me to stop at the side of the kerb.  anyway, he's really stupidly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "what are we learning next lesson?"&lt;br /&gt;him: "driving lor"&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, how annoying is that.  he only told me what we're doing next lesson a good 5 minutes later.  at least he wasn't being a bitch and passed me 2 stages in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall end now.  byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5852424015036008280?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5852424015036008280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5852424015036008280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and ser aik to be very very important only it turned out to be a big yawn which i could have easily accessed from the internet at home.  but anyway, ser aik turned out to be this really cute man and hopefully i get him to lecture me, if he actually lectures that is.  xiuli and i left halfway during the talks and took a bus ride round school cos it was tres boring.  was falling asleep man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, despite my lack of interest to socialise this time round, my og was pretty nice, made friends without putting in much effort, did some mind reading, reminisced about their jc lives, and had major bitch fests going on.  isn't it great when everyone else knows someone you know?  lots to talk about.  great conversation starters.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with em baby later.  had stingray and kangkong.  and tried out the new donut stall at clementi.  nothing great, just china people trying to join in the money making during this donut craze.  am feeling very sinful and fat now.  okay, will have to wake up early again tomorrow of oweek day 2.  am very excited cos i have night driving tomorrow!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5924958734721459990?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5924958734721459990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5924958734721459990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5924958734721459990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5924958734721459990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/orientation-only-causes-world-to-shrink.html' title='orientation only causes the world to shrink'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4409754467862001869</id><published>2007-08-01T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:26:03.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am officially a university student!</title><content type='html'>i survived registration, without the hassle of queuing up due to intellect on my part, i survived the matriculation fair, with people shoving pamphlets and trying to corner you to bombard you with proganda on why their cca is so amazing non-stop, i survived the judo guy who told me "in judo, you get to learn how to throw people over your shoulder", and then insisting that "judo is a totally non violent sport" (rightttt), i survived meeting up with my og, i survived avoiding people i didn't want to meet in the matrix fair, i survived not facing disappointment of being sad and alone in classes, i survived the temptation of ramly burger but couldn't resist the yoghurt, and lastly, i survived everything else that needs to be survived on day one of oweek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i have a high survival drive, cos oweek's gonna last for one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i rewatched simpsons today with xiuli and still laughed at the same bits.  haha anyway, going to cancel my driving slot for tomorrow so i can torment myself with non-stop talks.  yawn.  will be up at 8+?  i'm  hating school already :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4409754467862001869?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4409754467862001869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4409754467862001869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4409754467862001869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4409754467862001869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-officially-university-student.html' title='i am officially a university student!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7007710314148797275</id><published>2007-07-31T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:41:28.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SWEET 19TH ALIEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rq-PAF3j9FI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xDNFGVTe2w4/s1600-h/IMG_2518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rq-PAF3j9FI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xDNFGVTe2w4/s400/IMG_2518.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093446935317312594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at your smug and indignant face!  i know, life's great being 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest baby alien,&lt;br /&gt;baby!  HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  you're finally joining us in the club to old age and spinsterhood!  haha i'm just joking baby, you know you'll prolly be the first one out of all of us 3 to get married, have kids, and invite us over for hari raya lunches.  :)  you're 19 and we're celebrating your birthday is less than 24 hours (i can hardly wait) and i am so proud to declare that we've been celebrating all 3 of our birthdays together for the past 5 years!  we've had our ups and downs, but we've made it so damn far!  just one more year to the big TWENTY!  really hope this is the bestest birthday for you because i know you've got the present you've truly deserved.  your beloved haikal baobei LOL (gosh, am shuddering as i type that).  so anyway, remember that claire baby loves you lots and with many many birthdays and years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  for your birthday, i send you an infinite supply of condoms and a blow up doll :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever,&lt;br /&gt;pig  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fuck, it's 3:41 am and i stil can't sleep and i have to be up at 10!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7007710314148797275?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7007710314148797275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7007710314148797275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7007710314148797275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7007710314148797275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-sweet-19th-alien.html' title='HAPPY SWEET 19TH ALIEN!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rq-PAF3j9FI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xDNFGVTe2w4/s72-c/IMG_2518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3037821999346288774</id><published>2007-07-31T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:50:28.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>westside</title><content type='html'>i found myself a westside homie!  and that person is nic!  yay!!!  :)  it's a good thing when the rest of my og mates are like east siders, and not so cool when majority of them have halls.  -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i had driving today and i think i drove pretty well apart from the fact that i almost knocked someone down.  well, it wasn't my fault!  that dude was crossing when it was green light and he didn't even bother to look around!  my instructor was so shocked he had to jam super hard on the brakes.  hurhur, bet that must have been the most exciting time of his life man.  so he continued to tell me that he was very shocked that upon seeing the man crossing i did not bother to reduce my speed and i simply told him i didn't think that guy was stupid enough to cross during green light.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after driving, i headed down to bukit batok to meet nic to go to queensway!  he wanted to get shoes, and i wanted to get fbts.  so yay, bused down and there went through queensway in a very systematic and methodical order making sure no shoe shop was left out.  think we took 2 hours or so to comb that little mall.  yay i got my nice kueh tutu again!  :)  the price differences are really big, like 20-30 bucks difference so luckily we walked through every shop or we would have been cheated.  anyhow, kiv-ed a lot of stuff then we went to ikea for lunchner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had poached salmon and the meatballs, talked about union, sports, and every sort of camp, made some racist jokes, then continued bitching about people.  laters, we went back to queensway to get our stuff.  oh guess what?  we got temporary tatts.  hurhur.  and that's all i'm going to say about it.  -_-  i saw the prettiest pair of nikes and the cutest pair of adidas shoes ever!  the adidas shoes was like cartoon theme, and it even came with stickers with fairy princesses, castles and frogs that you can stick on it.  i want!!!  but i don't wear sports shoes  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is so rich can, bought himself adidas shoes and sandals and i only got pathetic shorts.  urgh.  what a long post, time to summarise.  afters, he accompanied me back and then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have matriculation tomrrow.  horrible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3037821999346288774?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3037821999346288774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3037821999346288774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3037821999346288774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3037821999346288774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/westside.html' title='westside'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1597271471678902344</id><published>2007-07-30T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:43:14.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school vibes</title><content type='html'>i seem to be waking up later and later everyday.  great, just in time to get me all geared up for school.  today, i woke up at 5 and boy did i feel good.  could have slept even longer if i wanted to actually.  met mich and her 2 og mates for dinner later and it was just random chit-chat with arts people (the faculty i would have been in if not for lady luck and God's grace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to her place after dinner after a stroll and we had our insecurities talk alongside school and random stuff.  so i got an sms from my ogl.  i'm separated from my og friends, from xiuli and from anyone i know.  awfully tempting to boycott oweek now.  cos i'm back to being sad and alone boohoo.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish school didn't have to start.  the process of making friends all over, emotionally and mentally torturing.  hopefully, all i get is nice people.  i have driving tomorrow and hopefully, i'll be able to wake up, and finally, get past stage 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  please leave your name when you leave comments.  anonymity is not a good thing at all.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1597271471678902344?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3664445024009136409</id><published>2007-07-29T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:08:26.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>claire loves big brother</title><content type='html'>honestly, there really isn't much to blog about.  my whole life revolves around big brother now.  the past 3 days have been spent watching the entire season 6 of big brother till 7 in the morning.  in fact, i'm only blogging cos i'm waiting for the episode to load.  yes, i know i have no life but big brother is seriously the best reality show ever.  screw survivor, it makes bitchy look like petty child fights at the playground.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, big brother is the real deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my emotions now are a twisted warped tangle of knots that really leave me stuck in reverse.  to make headway only to realise progress was never really progress to begin with but just a reflection of the light of which i'll never obtain really sucks.  right now, i think i'm just starting to accept things for what they are cos maybe, people never change after all.  (you don't have to get what i'm saying cos i'm ranting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is officially my last week of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3664445024009136409?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3664445024009136409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3664445024009136409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3664445024009136409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3664445024009136409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/claire-loves-big-brother.html' title='claire loves big brother'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4889544911902588040</id><published>2007-07-28T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:40:12.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>so today is saturday.  it's hard to make mental notes of which day is which anymore, especially when i've regarded every day of the past don't know how many months of my life as a saturday.  so courtesy of ng ziluo, i know today is saturday.  shall make it a point to keep track now that i have people constantly reminding me that school is a week away.  ("thanks a lot!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in town in the afternoon, and i bumped into a lot of people today.  famous faces, non famous faces, but majority if i had a choice i would avoid.  i shall not comment about my afternoon at all.  (i will not, i will not)  the best part about it was i bought 3 chocolate buns from the nice japanese bakery at lido and ate them all up by myself :)  -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ziluo up later at harbourfront for late dinner/supper.  i always eat when i'm with him (very bad).  bought some sins chocs at staff rate (yay!) and then we had new york pizza.  cheese fries and a large queen's pizza.  OMG am getting super fat.  not good when rest of the world is shrinking into 2d.  not good not good.  need to sign up for planet fitness immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this sudden urge to do a post that can only speak of outrage and outbursts.  but i'm so lazy to.  maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4889544911902588040?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4889544911902588040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4889544911902588040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4889544911902588040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4889544911902588040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-738646689813767476</id><published>2007-07-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:53:54.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simpsons!</title><content type='html'>i don't know why but i'm so tired.  i have been yawning the entire day despite waking up at 3.  wonder how i'm ever going to go to school at this rate man.  so anyway, just got back from vivo with prata baby!  we met to watch simpsons which is super duper damn funny.  as a matter of fact, one feels like watching it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigged out again today.  finally got to try resse's peanut butter cups which are like so overrated.  dinner later was tim sum and a butterfly, whilst she had very oily but nice prawn mee.  i finally bought my sugar biscuit sticks!  yumyum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crappy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-738646689813767476?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/738646689813767476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=738646689813767476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/738646689813767476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/738646689813767476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/simpsons.html' title='simpsons!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3259793145915627867</id><published>2007-07-26T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:43:10.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner with the whites</title><content type='html'>back from dinner.  which was a white affair with MM's friend from the states, her half white son, and MM and I (we're both white too).  OMG totally pigged out.  thanks to me, me and MM were late for the dinner whilst the mother and son waited for us at sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been soooo uber long since i had sushi and we had raw salmon, sushi in all forms, baby octopus, teriyaki balls, baby octopus, soft shell crab and a lot of things.  MM and her friend talked about stuff whilst i chatted with half white boy about random stuff.  laters, me and half white boy (who shall know be known as HWB) went downstairs to get bubble tea and kueh tutu.  so went back up and ate kueh tutu and continued shoving sushi in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't too bad, HWB was nice to talk to and it wasn't awkward in the least.  bought little jerry's cookies later which i'm finishing already and guess what?  a miracle of the highest order happened.  MM gave me 50 bucks when we were home.  for nothing.  hoho, this has never happened before.  am elated beyond elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will think of ways to spend that money.  which isn't going to be that hard.  heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3259793145915627867?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3259793145915627867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3259793145915627867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3259793145915627867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3259793145915627867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/dinner-with-whites.html' title='dinner with the whites'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5844511546862429784</id><published>2007-07-26T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T03:15:09.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>b-o-r-i-ng</title><content type='html'>i am super duper tremendously bored.  there is absolutely nothing to do at home.  and then again, there is nothing to do out either.  i town so often, as that is as exciting as the most exciting place in singapore can be, i sort of have a routined strategic methodical way of moving around town, and just as i find the shopkeepers and their stuff (which hardly ever changes anymore) largely familiar, i'm sure they feel the same way about me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, woke up at 3-ish, and decided to watch i now pronounce you chuck and larry.  if you don't know, movie hasn't even come to singapore now and is already tops on the US chart starring adam sandler and i can't forget the other dude's name but he looks suspiciously like vince vaughn, though he isn't.  okay anyway, albeit the not so good quality of the movie (slightly blurred, loud american laughter over the funny bits, and scenes with people standing up), movie was good, funny and entertaining.  can always expect humour intertwined with sappy, heart-warming family flick when it comes to adam sandler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go catch it when it comes to singapore cos it's really good.  am supposed to be going for dinner with MM and her friends later but am still very lazy to go get ready.  hopefully it won't be awkward or i might just barf my dinner out.  am very planless for the next few days though.  ask me out pwetty pwetty pwease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog more about the dinner laters.  au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5844511546862429784?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5844511546862429784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5844511546862429784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5844511546862429784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5844511546862429784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/b-o-r-i-ng.html' title='b-o-r-i-ng'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4093567579368729252</id><published>2007-07-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:37:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanted to but</title><content type='html'>i wanted to tell you about my day, about how i went for my chest x ray, and then spent the later part of my day in town.  i wanted to fill you in every single nitty gritty detail about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, on the news around 9 it was reported that the taliban has already killed off 1 south korean despite their promises and negotiations.  then i realised, compared to this, how i spent my day is really insignificant, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please continue praying.  praying really does create miracles and miracles are just what the south koreans need right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4093567579368729252?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4093567579368729252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4093567579368729252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4093567579368729252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4093567579368729252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanted-to-but.html' title='i wanted to but'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4512115810935181241</id><published>2007-07-24T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T06:37:17.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just me and my homie, tyra banks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqX_bZ1795I/AAAAAAAAAPE/uTHWcONxtQQ/s1600-h/Image(363).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqX_bZ1795I/AAAAAAAAAPE/uTHWcONxtQQ/s400/Image(363).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090755800070879122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one spent the WHOLE day at home.  clap clap clap for me.  this is life.  waking up at 4 30 pm.  not moving from the bed and watching america's next top model the whole damn day.  great success!  cos one has finished america's next top model cycle 8.  HAHA!  THE cycle 8 that hasn't even come to singapore.  this is by far one of the best seasons with the prettiest girls, the bitchiest catfights, and the nicest black girls.  hurrah for mah homies!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another more morbid and not so happy note, please please please do pray for the 23 kidnapped south koreans who've been kidnapped and their fate is still held in the hands of the terrorists who will only unleash it in an hour's singapore time.  they're actually christians there on a mission trip and they consist of teachers and nurses who were there to help in the afghan hospitals and schools.  i don't think people like that deserve to be cruelly matyred for their faith.  PLEASE PRAY!  a lil' prayer will truly indeed go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep this short, just in case i decide to blog again later.  so, laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4512115810935181241?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4512115810935181241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4512115810935181241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4512115810935181241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4512115810935181241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-me-and-my-homie-tyra-banks.html' title='just me and my homie, tyra banks'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqX_bZ1795I/AAAAAAAAAPE/uTHWcONxtQQ/s72-c/Image(363).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2997627409084560895</id><published>2007-07-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:03:29.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one has too much time on one's hands</title><content type='html'>i woke up today with a shock at 12+ in the afternoon.  this is amazing considering the fact that i only slept at 6+ in the morning, and by my usual standards, i would still be half-dead at 12, only waking up at 3 or 4 in the afternoon.  i woke up cos i had a sudden thinking that OMG DO I HAVE FREAKING DRIVING?!  and after checking my schedule, i did and i totally forgot about it.  so thank God (literally) for that shock that woke me up or i would have totally donated 60 bucks to BBDC not out of goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part was, i woke up just in time to do everything.  get ready (we all know it takes me forever to get ready), run down to pasir panjang post office to update my pdl (which was surprisingly deserted at lunch time hour), and then cab down to bbdc (even though i highly suspected my account balance is $0 ), and best of all, was actually 20 minutes early giving me lots of time to stare at random people and call mich on the phone to talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instructor today was female.  and i was totally stressed by her way of teaching, i didn't dare move faster than 20km/hr, to which she kept shouting "jia you jia you!", jia you as in increase the speed and not encouraging me ( -_- ), cos it was a 70 km/hr road.  hurhur, compare and contrast, total 360 degree change from my usual self with my other instructor who said my "driving was siao" and to which i replied "uncle, relac can", lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afters, i met em baby and we went down to queensway to walk walk, had the tutu kueh which was super duper nice, esp the coconut!  laters, queensway got boring so we decided, ok actually, i decided i wanted to watch a movie so we headed down to tiong bahru instead, and you won't believe it but it actually only screens 4 movies, 3 of which we've already watched, and another stupid chinese flick with jaycee chan (eww!) with it.  no wonder the ticket counter was pissed empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided not to declare ourselves so desperate to the point of inflicting torture on ourselves by paying 7 bucks to watch jaycee chan's fugly face for 2 hours, so instead, headed down to get japanese oatmeal muffin fresh out of the oven, and old chang kee, yumyum, for bites to munch on along the way back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled out at the clubhouse for a bit and then baby went home.  ok, right now, i'm busy conjuring plans for my tomorrow but all i can think of is home, unsweet home cos i'm tired (impending period highly suspected to be cause of issue), and urm, very tired.  ok, am crapping, time to stop.  tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2997627409084560895?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2997627409084560895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2997627409084560895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2997627409084560895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2997627409084560895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-has-too-much-time-on-ones-hands.html' title='one has too much time on one&apos;s hands'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3171935796675202567</id><published>2007-07-22T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:55:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a special sunday and i am gandhi</title><content type='html'>one didn't go to church today!  have been up up &amp; early collecting good karma instead!  under the masterminding of francine, headed down to econ nursing home to help out with the old folks.  it's really a great experience really, makes me think about how i disregard and overlook every minute aspect of my life, when other people actually find it so hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these old folks, they don't see the world.  enclosed within the four walls of the home which radiates heat and smelling of dried air and mould, with the only consolation of the silent constant drilling of the rusty bronze swirling fans beating overhead.  nicholas actually asked the uncle i was in charge of what he does in the home everyday.  and you know what the uncle replied?  he said, "nothing much, just eat, sleep, and wait to die".  now how morbid is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took them out to giant at vivo to shop and it was pure simple joy for them.  10 bucks for their shopping (which my first reaction was, so little buy what?), and yet the happiness derived from the smiles radiating on their faces said a lot.  the uncle couldn't stop saying thanks to me and he told me to go back and visit him, and tell the black people (that would mean indian helpers at the home, haha), that i was looking for him, mr chua seng giap.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took them out for fresh air at the viewing gallery too and it's only then i realised just how much i take for granted.  the sights, my freedom.  everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should really try it sometime, it's really a very self gratifying experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, one has finished harry.  spoilers for you if you piss me off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3171935796675202567?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3171935796675202567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3171935796675202567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3171935796675202567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3171935796675202567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-special-sunday-and-i-am-gandhi.html' title='this is a special sunday and i am gandhi'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7765988397375588413</id><published>2007-07-21T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:06:35.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you feel the magic?</title><content type='html'>i do!  after waiting for forever, finally collected my harry potter and now that the hype is over, i haven't even started on the book yet.  haha.  anyway, em baby met me to collect harry with me.  today is "meet the commonwealthians day" man.  bumped into sinkuan and then neo shiwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting boring.  shall summarise.  em baby sent me back then i met mich and we went back to her place to watch scream 2.  that's all.  am very distracted cos harry is peeping out at me from my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqIu3J1794I/AAAAAAAAAO8/syj0R_30W9A/s1600-h/collage29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqIu3J1794I/AAAAAAAAAO8/syj0R_30W9A/s400/collage29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089682053951911810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my tee shirt.  THE LORD IS MY NAVIGATOR!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7765988397375588413?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7765988397375588413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7765988397375588413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7765988397375588413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7765988397375588413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-feel-magic.html' title='do you feel the magic?'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqIu3J1794I/AAAAAAAAAO8/syj0R_30W9A/s72-c/collage29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1732494632588762072</id><published>2007-07-20T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:44:55.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus is my miracle worker</title><content type='html'>my prayers, he listens,&lt;br /&gt;my requests, he answers,&lt;br /&gt;those wounds, he heals,&lt;br /&gt;those scars, he bears&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever doubt,&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of his miracles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible is possible with God.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1732494632588762072?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1732494632588762072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1732494632588762072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1732494632588762072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1732494632588762072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/jesus-is-my-miracle-worker.html' title='jesus is my miracle worker'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-8220643590379520703</id><published>2007-07-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:03:08.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reserved day for the boyfriend</title><content type='html'>after a week of not meeting up, one finally met up with the boyfriend today.  had the day specially marked down for him and harry potter.  cabbed down to get him first before we headed down to cine to get tix for harry dearest.  yahyah, we are very laggy i know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the movie, had time for a lil' stroll so guess where we went?  -no prizes for guessing!-  TAKA FOOD FAIR!  YESSSSSSS!  *orgasms on the spot and lets out a satisfied smirk*  we had white chocolate japanese donut (which tasted suspiciously like white hello panda), blueberry yoghurt, a giant pack of sushi and gogo sausage balls (black pepper, satay and cheese!).  OMG save me!  the sausage balls were so not good, even their sausages are so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, harry potter was sucky (expected), harry has a nice bod, the weaseley twins are super cute and urm, basically, i conclude director is non-racist cos movie had a lot of black people.  i always knew black pple had magic in them!  (refer to 50 cent's magic stick)  lol, okay, i know i'm lame.  guess who i bumped into after the movie?  JEFFERSON AN.  almost died on the spot.  same oily greasy hair stuck to face.  i swear he never washes his hair man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner hunting later, and cos nice chicken rice store at far east was closed, we had mini soon kueh at scotts instead.  and being the pig that i am, we went back to the taka food fair AGAIN.  lol.  this time, had icekimo ice cream which i swear, is amazing.  i couldn't decide on the blackforest, tiramisu, strawberry cheesecake or blueberry cheesecake.  but in the end, decided to let the boyfriend have his way for once, and so it was the tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what heaven is?  it's actually something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpxfM3t0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6KRCCxoAUm4/s1600-h/collage23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpxfM3t0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6KRCCxoAUm4/s400/collage23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089324615327004482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, so please go try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided on an evening stroll to at least burn a blueberry off, and later, em baby sent me home.  yay.  ok, one had a fun day today.  fingers too fat and heavy to type anymore.  i leave you with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpwvM3twI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TeyTbgPDPeQ/s1600-h/collage22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpwvM3twI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TeyTbgPDPeQ/s400/collage22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089324602442102530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpw_M3txI/AAAAAAAAAOM/O9unHr-DrFg/s1600-h/IMG_2569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpw_M3txI/AAAAAAAAAOM/O9unHr-DrFg/s400/IMG_2569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089324606737069842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDqsfM3t2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/0pPYDGX0VEU/s1600-h/IMG_2572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDqsfM3t2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/0pPYDGX0VEU/s400/IMG_2572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089325628939286370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpxfM3tzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/J8Ko7uF-J5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpxfM3tzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/J8Ko7uF-J5Q/s400/IMG_2577.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089324615327004466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i leave you with the most amazing picture of the day.  you will never, ever, look/think of harry potter in the same way anymore man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDqUPM3t1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/DBEAeKxxlJE/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDqUPM3t1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/DBEAeKxxlJE/s400/harry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089325212327458642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-8220643590379520703?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/8220643590379520703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=8220643590379520703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8220643590379520703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8220643590379520703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/reserved-day-for-boyfriend.html' title='reserved day for the boyfriend'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RqDpxfM3t0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6KRCCxoAUm4/s72-c/collage23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-8682186668512932015</id><published>2007-07-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:56:56.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one has become a puffer fish after all that fish</title><content type='html'>one is VERY VERY VERY bloated now.  super duper full and my stomach feels as big as those emanciated third world kids suffering from malnutrition and beri beri.  one finally met up with my two favouritest girls in the world today: prata&amp;alien (yay!), been super duper long since i met up with all 3 of them so i really really miss them! (awwww...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, cabbed down town to bugis to meet alien cos prata was late (what's new).  said hi&amp;bye to her beloved loverboy haikal before attempting to shop for prata's jumper (copycat) at the village.  finally, managed to find a super nice grey one (thanks to me of cos), and after much persuasion, managed to convince them to walk to town to burn those pre-dinner carbs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out, plan was a failure cos ended up gaining more carbs getting bubble tea along the way.  luckily, have super strong self-control to resist getting youtiaos and butterflies from the rochor beancurd stall.  afters, strolled around ps (boring!) and played mario cart together which was really really fun.  they both chose mario and i had yoshi the dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at MANHATTAN FISH MARKET!!!  yay!  finally after forever!  the long awaited wait has finally come to an end!  we had the grilled catch of the day, onion soup (we love onions), manhattan fish platter (which consisted of mussels, butter rice, fries, grilled prawns, fish fillet, and calamari).  OMG i swear the prawns were the best man.  they're like coated with this super yummy special sauce!  i was practically orgasming on the spot man(i swear!  ask them!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anw was a great catchup session over shitlaughs and giggles whilest tricking the alien to eat all the rice by herself.  afters, decided to walk to town to burn those post-dinner carbs off (unsuccessfully) and had a lot of "die die scenario games" which were super duper funny.  especially the lesbian ones.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into many people today:  steffi and joanne, sam, augustine and ena who loudly exclaimed that i am a bimbo in front of the whole world.  bitch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, one will try to not think of taka food fair tomorrow since one is on very fat mode.  damn.  MM just walked into my room and said "i have a chocolate bun for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT, JUST GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, think i will go to the kitchen now to see what sort of bun it is.&lt;br /&gt;JUST.  look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-8682186668512932015?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/8682186668512932015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=8682186668512932015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8682186668512932015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8682186668512932015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-has-become-puffer-fish-after-all.html' title='one has become a puffer fish after all that fish'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-8952745260324780092</id><published>2007-07-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:00:23.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a vacant affair</title><content type='html'>woke up late for my meeting with ziluo and immediately sms-ed him telling him i'm going to be late only to have him reply "i've been at wcp since 2 pm".  and then i checked the time and it was 3:10 pm.  great.  so one had to rush and get ready at an impossible speed and then hurried down to meet the man in red waiting for me at my bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a bus down to vivo later where we had lunch at carl's junior, did a lil' present shopping for his sister's birthday, attempted some shopping myself which was a failure since the gss wasn't exactly a gss and there were no sizes for me, some sweet shopping at marks&amp;spencers where i tried out custard&amp;rhubarb sweet which was gross cos it has carrots and grapes.  like seriously, who puts carrots and grapes in sweets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to look for jillyan later for a little update of her life and camp and shit.  bumped into reynard at vivo too.  afters, did some tidbit shopping at 7-11 before catching vacancy.  turns out, it's not such an ulu movie after all cos the theatre was quite filled.  pretty good thriller i must say and kate beckinsale is very very hot.  i used to hate her when she started out in pearl harbour (cos she was a betraying bitch to josh hartnett) but now, i must admit she's grown hotter and hotter (have started developing this mindset since click when she nagged at adam sandler in very hot shorts and nice brown curls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so urm, if you're bored, go watch vacancy.  nice show.  called a cab later and in the cab, uncle was super talkative telling us about his exploits with his customers such as "drunken monkeys" and rude koreans and then laughing to himself at his totally unfunny jokes which we were both totally uninterested in.  -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anw, thanks bff for the kit kat surprise!  i refused to buy the strawbery kit kat cos it's so damn overpriced and not worth it but i didn't know he actually went back to buy the kit kat for me w/o me knowing!  :)  am happy happy happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-8952745260324780092?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/8952745260324780092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=8952745260324780092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8952745260324780092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8952745260324780092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacant-affair.html' title='a vacant affair'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2962207383496908174</id><published>2007-07-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:17:37.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not another emo post (ignore please)</title><content type='html'>have you ever been so low?  low enough you've cried till your heart wrenches and you feel it twisting every artery and vein into untangible knots?  till your eyes are bloodshot, swollen and puffy?  till your nose is entirely blocked you have no choice but to breathe through your mouth?  till your cries are so hoarse and furious they don't sound like cries anymore but painful wheezing of the lungs and animalistic growling of the throat making it raw and sore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been so low?  low enough to feel that life just isn't worth living anymore?  till you've actually mustered the courage to go to a stairwell, look down at the many levels below, and tell yourself, over and over, that pain is temporal and one jump is all it takes to end that excruciating pain that's driving you insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been so low?  low enough till all you care about is yourself, and your pain.  so painful that you don't mind overlooking the embarassment and crying in sight of others all because you want them to feel your pain.  and hopefully, &lt;i&gt;share&lt;/i&gt; your pain?  till you think you've cried so much, you can't cry anymore, that you're numb and immune to all other form of pain, because nothing can possibly compare to this pain you're feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever?  after all this time, wondered deep down why you've gone through and put yourself through this pain at all?  only to discover that that pain's never left you all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2962207383496908174?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2962207383496908174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2962207383496908174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2962207383496908174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2962207383496908174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-another-emo-post-ignore-please.html' title='not another emo post (ignore please)'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5743679528523873164</id><published>2007-07-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:50:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the walk to not so far away</title><content type='html'>hello everyone.  i woke up today really happy cos i am able to walk for more than 30 footsteps.  hurrah!  still slight swelling but at least the power to walk is there.  am therefore declared no longer homebound, and am truly alive, and kicking (literally).  yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's sleeping pattern has been overturned for good man.  woke up around 4-ish today, shall not count the many intervals one woke up in between to subconciously swallow pills.  laters, got ready and went to meet prata to do some grocery shopping before heading back to my place for some song uploading and goodness gracious me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gym laters, for her &gt; for me.  she was literally sweating like a pig after she was done and my foot seemed to have felt the strain and grew a lil' bigger.  haha, so anyway, will be going to see the world on one's two feet tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, one will attempt to start on my heroes marathon.  with coke light, ice lemon tea, curry twisties and cadbury chocolate to accompany me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5743679528523873164?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5743679528523873164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5743679528523873164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5743679528523873164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5743679528523873164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/walk-to-not-so-far-away.html' title='the walk to not so far away'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7855086912216284002</id><published>2007-07-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:20:53.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>staying at home for 24 hours makes me cranky</title><content type='html'>and whiney.&lt;br /&gt;and grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;and.  and.  and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one has not moved more than 30 footsteps the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;one has been gorging onself non-stop the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;all one can think about is the taka food fair.&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/9099092481571918873-7855086912216284002?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7855086912216284002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7855086912216284002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7855086912216284002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7855086912216284002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/staying-at-home-for-24-hours-makes-me.html' title='staying at home for 24 hours makes me cranky'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1232600278272239974</id><published>2007-07-15T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T08:49:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bigfoot's back</title><content type='html'>am rewatching bridget jones diary for about the 20th time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridget's depressed cos she just found out daniel cleaver's been cheating on her.  i am depressed too.  because my left foot's twice the size of my right foot and i can't walk properly.  my foot itches and is swollen even the doctor was like "what powerful ants man!", yesyes, ant bites from my sentosa trip yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, one is officially homebound and immensely depressed.  we all know i can't stay home for the hours beyond sleeping hours.  and now i can't leave the house.  damn damn damn.  WHY?!  had church today, and foot was only 1/3 bigger.  afters, went to bugis and town with mich and foot eventually became twice the size.  gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible when i wanna go to town everyday cos taka's having a food fair!  was orgasming there and then man.  i want my yoghurt with boysenberry or banana nut crunch, i want my japanese white chocolate donuts, and my gogo sausages.  I WANT EVERYTHING!!!  i need to recover, like, now.  we totally pigged out today, famous amos and japanese biscuit.  yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, lester is guilty (he should!) and he's supposed to come visit.  boo!  i need my yoghurt to cure me of depression.  sigh.  by the way, i had a funny doctor who was more interested in guessing my age then curing me.  his name is lye kitt.  do you LIKE IT?  HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, am going to continue sharing bridget's depression now.  byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1232600278272239974?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1232600278272239974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1232600278272239974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1232600278272239974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1232600278272239974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/bigfoots-back.html' title='bigfoot&apos;s back'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2004986577994559954</id><published>2007-07-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:38:32.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guy friends make just as good friends as girl friends</title><content type='html'>so last night, i was out with my bff ziluo chilling out at wcp macs, our usual hangout place.  we rented tenacious d so we could rewatch it again since we think it's so freaking hilarious that jack black can deactivate lasers with his cock.  so it was the usual movie watching over 20 pc nuggets, fries, and 50 cent vanilla cones.  yum yum.  was a good catch up session, especially since camp just ended and i'm just in the mood for a good movie with snacks to pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i met up with lester and we headed down to sentosa to watch a jazz band play cos his friend was in it and he wanted to support him.  the ambience and setting was great.  mats on the sand, candles as lamps and we just sat cross-legged talking about shit, eating crispy chicken dipped in wasabi mayo and grilled sausages and wedges, along with snapple, laughing over bad singing and discussing the sexuality of one of the waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during interval, his friends came over and we had a lil' chat.  great people, really friendly and chattable.  christian who did a solo on the encore piece, and j who ranted about no one giving shit about the baritone player and huffing and puffing whilst gulping down his heineken before returning to play.  haha he reminds me of george clooney.  lookswise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afters, we took a stroll in search of cafe del mar, and one had to endure lester's mad antics of insisting i climb up the lifeguard chair because it's supposedly "very thrilling cos we're not supposed to do it".  was pissed scared with him pretending to push me off and us attempting to take a pic in bad lighting cos of my sucky phone camera and his lack of a camera (ns men don't use camera phones).  anyway, all his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbed nz natural ice cream later (yumyum) and then took the monorail back.  a lil' stroll arnd vivo to see if there were any good movies worth catching and since there wasn't, home sweet home.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad picture.  we look super gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rpj73PM3tpI/AAAAAAAAANM/4ABV8xsl3oM/s1600-h/14-07-07_2231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rpj73PM3tpI/AAAAAAAAANM/4ABV8xsl3oM/s200/14-07-07_2231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087092705506866834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had a convo with my brother on msn and he always makes our relationship out to be incestous.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherman says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;sherman says:&lt;br /&gt;she got mixed up&lt;br /&gt;sherman says:&lt;br /&gt;u are my darling...&lt;br /&gt;claireybaby says:&lt;br /&gt;she said u said u have a 19 year sister who is called esther&lt;br /&gt;sherman says:&lt;br /&gt;how can i get it wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherman says:&lt;br /&gt;gdnite dear&lt;br /&gt;claireybaby says:&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.  WTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2004986577994559954?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2004986577994559954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2004986577994559954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2004986577994559954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2004986577994559954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/guy-friends-make-just-as-good-friends.html' title='guy friends make just as good friends as girl friends'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rpj73PM3tpI/AAAAAAAAANM/4ABV8xsl3oM/s72-c/14-07-07_2231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-309247479932608765</id><published>2007-07-13T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:31:07.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>claire never stays for full camps</title><content type='html'>yay!  one has survived campus crusades for christ!  my second camp for the month!  10 claps for me cos it is my own record breaker.  think my last record was 0 camps by choice, and prolly the level camp which i was forced to go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, camp was good.  in fact, very good.  my kinda camp.  the kind where you eat a lot, exercise by standing up and singing songs and clapping your hands, and sleeping early at like 10/11.  great isn't it?  basically it's a get fat camp.  very few dirty and exhaustive games unlike biz camp, and definitely no clubbing (duh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, people were nice (genuinely), except for a few minority (which i will refrain from bitching about cos i am trying to be a changed person), sermon and worship was good too.  was glad i went.  met up with nora, and bumped into yurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the 2 main highlights of the camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first being shermaine telling me,&lt;br /&gt;shermaine: "you know right, last night, they were sitting down there praying, and then this australian guy saw and then he asked me and my friend :"what are these people doing?  they are closing their eyes and concentrating so hard!" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second being, random girl from another group randomly telling me,&lt;br /&gt;random girl (R.G.):  "hey you know what?  you remind me of paris hilton"&lt;br /&gt;me: "urmmmmm, okayyyyy"&lt;br /&gt;-in my mind i'm like, shit, this is not good.  church girl i don't know coming up to me and telling me i remind her of a sex-video-just-came-of-jail-spoilt-brat.  greattttttt-&lt;br /&gt;AWKWARD SILENCE&lt;br /&gt;R.G. : "errrr, but i kinda like paris hilton.  so is that a good thing or a bad thing?"&lt;br /&gt;me:  -grits teeth and forces smile-  "heeehhhh...rightttt"&lt;br /&gt;-proceeds to walk away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the next time she saw me, she pointed to me and shouted "paris hilton!" to her friend.  great, i'm paris hilton and i'm invisible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, everything else went well.  found out it really is a small world and am glad that jeff is in my group.  met nice nice new friends too!  here's a pic of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RpenvvM3toI/AAAAAAAAANE/R786BtrtdFc/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RpenvvM3toI/AAAAAAAAANE/R786BtrtdFc/s400/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086718742704404098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very happy and dirty and shagged CG6 courtesy of jeff's camera phone which is 3.2 megapixels.  oh, this is minus vanessa and jie hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  NUS HAS MCDONALDS!!!  almost orgasmed on the spot!  hurhur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-309247479932608765?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/309247479932608765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=309247479932608765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/309247479932608765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/309247479932608765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/claire-never-stays-for-full-camps.html' title='claire never stays for full camps'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RpenvvM3toI/AAAAAAAAANE/R786BtrtdFc/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7073291397275835033</id><published>2007-07-13T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:37:29.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angel in disguise</title><content type='html'>warning!  this is going to be an emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i got home at 6-ish in the morning.  i was crying.  crying till my eyes were swollen, puffy and bloodshot, until my head throbbed till i could hear the thumping of my head resounding in my ears and till my nose was all blocked, i had to breathe through my mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, i cried over something so small, or something so ironic that in the case of others', it would have been smiles rather than tears.  i was waiting for a cab to get home from em's place around 5-ish in the morning cos i wanted to miss peak hour surcharge.  em had given me 20 bucks to get back, but i had a feeling it wasn't quite so enough, so we waited for a nets cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt lucky for once, cos we didn't have to wait long for a nets cab, and before i knew it, i was in the cab.  and then i saw that there was actually ongoing midnight surcharge which was moving up the meter at a super fast rate.  and then i realised something horrible.  i left my pouch at em's.  so there was no way, no way at all 20 bucks could cover my cab fare.  on a normal day, with no extra charge, my cab fare to and fro his place would cost around 21-22 bucks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaked.  i called em, over and over, but he didn't pick up.  and then i was thinking to myself, shit.  God is punishing me.  he is punishing me for leaving camp halfway.  so there i was, stressed and panicky, exacerbated by 3 days of accumulated lack of sleep.  i decided to tell the uncle "uncle, i'm so sorry, i left my pouch over at my friend's place, so i only have 20 bucks on me, so i think you just stop me at harbourfront.  and then the uncle said "huh, then how are you going to go home?"  so i just mumbled "err, bus i guess.." (though i was highly doubting that, considering i didn't have a single cent on me, or my ez link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that instance, i really felt like shit.  at my pit's end.  i felt like a lost sheep.  there wasn't enough energy in me to be calm, rational, or composed.  the uncle then replied "nevermind, it's okay, i'll send you home".  and that's what did it.  i felt so bad, i started bursting into tears.  i cried, cried so hard, when em finally picked up his phone, i couldn't talk properly.  it was an insurmountable indescribable feeling i could hardly put into words.  i felt niceness beyond anything else, i felt grace.  i &lt;i&gt;felt&lt;/i&gt; God.  personfied in the form of an angel.  through the taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you think i'm exaggerating.  but i'm not.  that's how i felt.  and then the guilt creeped in, all those mean thoughts i had of God a few seconds ago.  it just made me cry harder.  how can i forget that his grace surpresses everything?  as he said "till the very end of the age?".  when i was nearing the back gate of my house, i told the uncle to just stop me there cos the cab fare was already 26-27 bucks, and i really felt so bad, i couldn't make him turn in despite all my tiredness and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncle actually said "are you sure?  where you stay?  it's so dark i don't think it's safe for you to walk alone, i think i should turn in" (it was genuine concern, something i've never felt from a complete stranger,  much less a taxi driver who's supposed to be earning my money to feed his family).  at this point of time, it was really too much for me to handle, so i just told him i just stayed there and could go in through the back gate whilst still crying and sucking back tears.  the uncle just went "you sure?" to which i nodded over and over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i bowed my head as my angel drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this isn't God's doing, his grace for me, i don't know what else it was.  back home, it took me a good 15 minutes to stop crying.  and when i finally did, i did something i haven't  done for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you em baby, for volunteering to cab down to pay the uncle back.  even though you have school just 2 hours later.  and you haven't slept properly the entire night cos of me.  love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7073291397275835033?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7073291397275835033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7073291397275835033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7073291397275835033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7073291397275835033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/angel-in-disguise.html' title='angel in disguise'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5490482706520025100</id><published>2007-07-10T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:41:12.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep is taking over my life!</title><content type='html'>gah!  i woke up at 4 today!  and i didn't even sleep that late!  truth be told, i could carry on sleeping forever!  as always, was supposed to go down to school, but since one woke up so damn late, no point in going down man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sent my em baby off to get his cab.  met him around 6-ish and we got dinner and headed back to my area to eat and try to watch movies on my vaio.  try is the word cos connection was so bad, family guy kept stalling on us and ultimately, we gave up and tried to rewatch 200 pound beauty again, which couldn't get beyond 15 minutes before my vaio ko-ed and died on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm, speaking of sleep.  one wonders how one will manage to wake up tomorrow.  have to be at buona vista mrt at 8 20 am so wish me all the best yo.  will attempt to try another camp survival guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye and pray that i don't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5490482706520025100?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5490482706520025100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5490482706520025100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5490482706520025100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5490482706520025100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleep-is-taking-over-my-life.html' title='sleep is taking over my life!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7318278672180405144</id><published>2007-07-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:58:31.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday god talked to me</title><content type='html'>i'm serious.  late last night, or make that early this morning, with nothing to do, harry potter in hand with the intention of reading it over for the fourth time, i suddenly thought of campus crusades for christ.  the camp that i'm supposed to go for on wed, but which i am still undecided and entirely not hyped up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i decided to pick up my copy of "40 day purpose driven life" (it's this christian book which -confer from title- which i've never really managed to bring myself to complete, and therefore, am still stuck on day 10 something of the book).  so yes anyway, before i opened the book, i said a quick mental prayer to god that if today's chapter had any sign that i should go for camp, i would indeed go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lo and behold, i flipped the page to where i last finished reading (which was a long long time ago and thus had to use the aid of a bookmark) and what i saw was "A PLACE TO BELONG".  basically, the entire chapter is about being part of the christian body, be it in a church or what, with full active participation.  and there you have it, if it wasn't god speaking to me, i don't know what was.  so one is now 3/4 mentally prepared to go for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up late, missed rag, and then headed down to hbf with the intention of updating my pdl.  turns out, no post office there so wasted trip and decided not to go for driving tom since one doesn't have one's pdl anyway, so really, no point.  laters, i met up with part of the og for dinner in town, 8 of us:  jeff, francine, zavier, liyang, nicholas, jelene, samantha and i, and we totally pigged out at crystal jade man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oodles of main courses, plus lots of great yummylicious dishes.  there was this particular dish that jeff ordered which was super good.  it's called "san jiu ji"  something about chicken being soaked in 3 special sauces and it was great.  the salted fish fried rice francine got was super duper good too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, we shopped for jun kiat's birthday present and finally got him a ty monkey that resembled him in terms of colour and hair at nicholas's toy shop.  we even bought disney cards each to give him.  haha lucky guy.  jeff bought him an 80 buck adidas tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, one had to go back alone cos the rest of them are east siders.  gah!  hates it.  can't wait for them to hurry move into their halls so i'll have company to go home next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donations anyone?  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7318278672180405144?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7318278672180405144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7318278672180405144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7318278672180405144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7318278672180405144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-god-talked-to-me.html' title='yesterday god talked to me'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-6779074825606335654</id><published>2007-07-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:32:36.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guest is over, but i am a very impolite host</title><content type='html'>guest in question would be michelle rose lee.  who stole my very creative line of "save the earth.  eat a boy" for her msn nick.  impolite host would be me.  cos i'm blogging whilst she's here but then again, not like she really cares cos she's busy on my mac watching 28 weeks later and flirting with guys on msn.  the perks of having 2 comps in your room.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to gmc today.  and i made gabe accompany me for 2nd service despite the fact he only came home at 5 in the morning.  thanks gabe!  my aunty made it sound really incestuous by telling my mother "gabe is coming for 2nd service because he wants to be with claire"  (nice)  and this is right at the entrance of church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afters, gabe and i went down to vivo and had lunch at thai express.  very nice.  tau hu tod!  green curry!  and super duper nice thai ice teas (i can taste the roses, i swear!).  had shitlaughs and giggles over china people, moles, grandmothers and what-have-you-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, he went for rich man's sport which ordinary people like me can't afford, that being, golf and i met mich.  we went down to raffles and marina later to get her golden slippers and now we're back at my place doing our own thang after stuffing ourselves silly with millions of tidbits we invested in.  we are officially 10 million times heavier than before.  sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we are both having blocked noses now.  result of rain and air con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's spying.  gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6779074825606335654?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/6779074825606335654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=6779074825606335654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/6779074825606335654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/6779074825606335654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/guest-is-over-but-i-am-very-impolite.html' title='guest is over, but i am a very impolite host'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7378066936978285598</id><published>2007-07-07T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:57:06.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a lovesick puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro_hPq7HRSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nM9fygFubPc/s1600-h/IMG_2103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro_hPq7HRSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nM9fygFubPc/s400/IMG_2103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084530163661096226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blogging again.  because i feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em baby is being very ultra sweet to me, so sweet that if it were someone else who was telling me that it was her boyfriend, i will tell her to shut the fuck up and go get a room already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked em baby why he's being so nice to me.  and his reply was "because i love you".  awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all this is after i am being mean for the past few days, despite enduring my constant punches, pinchings and abusive tendencies, and the fact that i never seem appreciative of anything he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU EM BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!  &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how much i love you?&lt;br /&gt;em baby &gt; gold razor (that's how much) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7378066936978285598?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7378066936978285598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7378066936978285598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7378066936978285598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7378066936978285598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-lovesick-puppy.html' title='i am a lovesick puppy'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro_hPq7HRSI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nM9fygFubPc/s72-c/IMG_2103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-765692782678032259</id><published>2007-07-07T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:53:46.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am currently contactable, penniless and fat</title><content type='html'>yes, am contactable once again, so pretty please, give me all your numbers again.  got myself a shitty phone today.  a freakin' pink razor cos that's all i can afford.  now will truly be declared ah lian of the highest order with stark bright pink phone to match my label.  great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result, have spent my entire allowance, so will be broke for the entire month.  am 60 bucks in debt to my beloved emerick.  maybe i should look on the bright side cos as one will be eating air for the rest of the entire month, will therefore become skinny and hopefully happier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffed myself silly today.  consider this my last supper.  sotong balls, kaya balls from chilli padi (v. nice!), rojak, chicken cutlet, hot chocolate, and the list goes on...gah!  am prolly 10 million kg heavier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after em baby sent me home, i met auggie aug aug up at wcp macs for a very short chillout session since he has to wake up bright and early tomorrow and needs his beauty sleep.  drinks over lame jokes, random chit-chat on the present and future and whatever not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am very lazy to go on blogging.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro_EuK7HRRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fvW8nxUk2cY/s1600-h/collage15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro_EuK7HRRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fvW8nxUk2cY/s400/collage15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084498801809900818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just fyi, i love the earth so much, i made an effort to wear green today and urm, will prolly wear green tomorrow too.  save the earth people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-765692782678032259?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/765692782678032259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=765692782678032259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/765692782678032259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/765692782678032259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-currently-contactable-penniless-and.html' title='am currently contactable, penniless and fat'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro_EuK7HRRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fvW8nxUk2cY/s72-c/collage15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1469431913685974652</id><published>2007-07-06T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:25:56.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a million four leaf clovers to bring me luck</title><content type='html'>today is officially the most unlucky day of my life ever.  EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm, let's see, i lost my handphone.  again.  my second one of the year.  and this time, it's my gold razor.  i discover this when i'm seated at manhattan fish market.  YES, manhattan fish market.  just when i feel so damn lucky cos i only waited for 5 minutes on a friday night to be seated, i realise my hp's gone and before i even get to smell the manhattan fish platter, i'm tearing my eyes out and running to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of this, this has to happen when i'm pissed broke and can't afford to get myself another phone.  cos one has happily spent one's allowance on shopping and thus cannot use this month's pay to pay for phone.  oh!  and when one had indonesian food for dinner and decided to add veggies, they ran out of veggies during my turn.  MY TURN!  the person in front of me had to order 2 portions of veggies and deprive me of the last portion.  great isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a very random note, i bumped into a lot of people today.  alien and her latest guy, francine, yiwen, zavier, jeff and his girlfriend and yada-yada.  one bought lots of tidbits of carrefour to cheer oneself up and one has already eaten half of it.  oh!  one finally ate yami yoghurt today.  so expensive and not worth it.  sigh, really unlucky bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, am too depressed to blog anymore but on a happier note, auggie aug aug says he's dropping by later to lend me a spare phone.  yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to leon lai, shu qi and daniel wu for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1469431913685974652?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1469431913685974652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1469431913685974652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1469431913685974652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1469431913685974652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-million-four-leaf-clovers-to.html' title='i need a million four leaf clovers to bring me luck'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4794893573917636649</id><published>2007-07-05T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:29:17.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what you expect is what you least expect to expect</title><content type='html'>remember the programme list i had in mind yesterday?  that was what i was expecting.  and in the end, none of those expectations ever materialised.  bah.  shall return to one's motto of expecting nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my late afternoon was spent with mich at vivo and harboufront, walking aimlessly round shops with no intention of buying anything, getting munchies the whole time and getting stalked by disgusting uncle who has no self-pride, embarrassment, or a mirror for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to get my planet fitness membership with the prata, but instead of getting skinnier, ended up binge eating the entire day cos the prata did not come.  after much calling on mine and the alien's part, only to be picked up by prata's mother who said she was really sick, being prata's best friend, one knows that when prata says she's sick, it's more of feigning sick, and so me and the alien decided to pop by and give her a surprise visit.  (no more manhattan fish market boohoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, the asshole was pretending to be sick and even got her mother to lie for her.  tut tut.  to think we even bought her loacker as a get well present haha.  so anyway, waited for her to shower before we headed down to canadian pizza for a chillout session.  we had tandoori chicken and hawaiian.  loved the tandoori chicken!  am currently feeling very horrendously fat now cos have eaten non-stop the entire day.  4 ginormous slices of pizzas for us each (2 for 1 remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0Ax67HRKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8_qQDtmkRHA/s1600-h/collage12-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0Ax67HRKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8_qQDtmkRHA/s400/collage12-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083720412001944738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us making fools of ourselves at canadian pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0B-K7HRLI/AAAAAAAAAME/eN_Gsr0HGNY/s1600-h/IMG_2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0B-K7HRLI/AAAAAAAAAME/eN_Gsr0HGNY/s400/IMG_2516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083721721966970034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;prata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0B-a7HRNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zramYccWx7c/s1600-h/IMG_2519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0B-a7HRNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zramYccWx7c/s400/IMG_2519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083721726261937362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS IS THE COOLESS PIC EVAR!  i only realised the aptness of the signboard when i uploaded the pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0EvK7HRPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5dfpnsEKhf8/s1600-h/IMG_2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0EvK7HRPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5dfpnsEKhf8/s400/IMG_2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083724762803815666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made them pose for stupid pics whilst waiting for the cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0Eva7HRQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r8Hi4TX6w4A/s1600-h/IMG_2522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0Eva7HRQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/r8Hi4TX6w4A/s400/IMG_2522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083724767098782978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they loveee it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0Djq7HROI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o37nL5zHqFE/s1600-h/IMG_2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0Djq7HROI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o37nL5zHqFE/s400/IMG_2510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083723465723692258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prata's very ugly dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4794893573917636649?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4794893573917636649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4794893573917636649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4794893573917636649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4794893573917636649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-you-expect-is-what-you-least.html' title='what you expect is what you least expect to expect'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Ro0Ax67HRKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8_qQDtmkRHA/s72-c/collage12-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7191874712271367933</id><published>2007-07-04T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:46:01.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom of speech only exists in america</title><content type='html'>i had the most interesting day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, booked my lesson slots for my french modules, went for driving after yonks, hit a couple of kerbs, had my instructor agree with me that my driving is really shitty, went back home, switched on the air con, had the longest nap ever which i haven't had for the longest time ever, woke up again, watched the tv for 3 hours, and then watched the hills have eyes 2 online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hills have eyes 2 has 1 more survivor than its prequel.  okay, random.  and there was a super nice mutant this time round.  even more random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, tomorrow will be a more interesting day since i do have more stuff up on my programme list.  planet fitness, the long awaited manhattan fish market, yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7191874712271367933?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7191874712271367933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7191874712271367933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7191874712271367933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7191874712271367933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/freedom-of-speech-only-exists-in.html' title='freedom of speech only exists in america'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5900809301196453827</id><published>2007-07-03T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:56:48.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an early start signifies an early end</title><content type='html'>one woke up bright and early today to go for health check up with xiuli at nus.  so far, so good.  one's results did not show foetus, crazy weight and as for tumors, am not so sure yet cos one did not stay for chest x ray.  one is 161 cm hurrah!  grew 2 cm and am splendidly happy with oneself.  :)  if you're wondering about the weight, it's 42 ok.  (and i know i am fat)  got hounded by sci fact pple who assumed we would want to join their sci camp.  like wtf?!  lol am soooo lazy to go back for chest x ray though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, had lunch with liyang, yiwen and zavier at vivo's marche.  my first time!  yum yum.  hell lot of food.  rosti, ham&amp;cheese crepe, half a roast chicken and i had a bite of liyang's red snapper which was super darn fresh.  that guy is madly in love with fish man.  family produce fishballs, come out also eat fish.  lol anyway, had a ride back with them later cos liyang drove and the three of them went back to school to help out for rag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home for a lil' while to discover my f21 poodle tank mailed to me (yay!) and immediately changed into it then waited for my bff to come get me in a cab and then we headed down to holland v to get gabe to have a chillout session together. dinner at nydc, and desert at the new ice cream place afters which by the way, had a cool concept but was overpriced and tasted horrible.  ziluo bumped into his p school friend over there.  lots of jokes, shitlaughs and giggles and gayism on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah!  am super lazy to go into detail but overall i had a fun day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rop_jK7HRII/AAAAAAAAALs/nE9IwH_kDqA/s1600-h/IMG_2502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rop_jK7HRII/AAAAAAAAALs/nE9IwH_kDqA/s400/IMG_2502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083015371645469826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two gay and very happy men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rop_jq7HRJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8sfIrm79ASc/s1600-h/IMG_2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rop_jq7HRJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8sfIrm79ASc/s400/IMG_2501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083015380235404434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomato &amp; radish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5900809301196453827?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5900809301196453827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5900809301196453827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5900809301196453827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5900809301196453827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/early-start-signifies-early-end.html' title='an early start signifies an early end'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rop_jK7HRII/AAAAAAAAALs/nE9IwH_kDqA/s72-c/IMG_2502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-458446390365334213</id><published>2007-07-02T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:46:24.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is townday</title><content type='html'>met up with mich my bitch today after a week of not meeting up and she had oodle loads of camp stories to share.  the bitch had a great time at arts camp and one is really happy for her cos she is not also no longer social pariah in fass so hurrah for her!  and in all her camp spirit, give her 3 cheers y'all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual routine for us, town and then bugis, cos we cover both so damn quickly.  i swore off spending any more money or i'll be eating ants on the table for the rest of the month but i couldn't resist temptation and bought myself a jumper.  boohoo.  will wear it everyday to make myself happy as its usefulness will be maximised and one will feel that one did not waste one's money and has put it to good use.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh!  guess what?  one got accepted for french lpp!  yay am now 1/3 way to being in the land of crossaints, baguettes, quiches, and french people.  i am good in french.  voulez vou cou chez avec moi anybody?  whoever said that watching movies was a waste of time?  moulin rouge has proven itself to be a very useful education medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, one will be up bright and early tomorrow for the long postponed medical check up at school.  pray and hope one doesn't come back with medical results stating that one is 100 kg, has 3 cancerous stage 3 tumors and a 2 mth foetus in belly.  if so, one would have endured camp for nothing cos one will not qualify for studies in nus and also not go to france (thus, all the hype for nothing, and nothing would be nada or zilch in french lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.  3 cheers for claire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-458446390365334213?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/458446390365334213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=458446390365334213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/458446390365334213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/458446390365334213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-townday.html' title='today is townday'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3789056731616580128</id><published>2007-07-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:16:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the elation &amp; joy has henceforth evaporated</title><content type='html'>my 2nd post of the day.  and this would tell you why i'm immensely depressed.  this is bad, bad, bad!  i should have known it was going to be a very horrible day from the very moment i woke up.  look on the bright side?  there is NO bright side.  join me on the dark side though.  we even have jackets.  gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to list bad happenings one by one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  it started with that very disturbing dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  woke up to find pretty checkered ear stud broken on 1 side.  and i just bought it 2 days back!  fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  woke up earlier with the intention of attending the 230 service at new crea, even cabbed down but had stupid jap kids steal my cab from in front, had to wait for like 30 minutes for a cab under the freakin' hot sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ended up attending the 5 pm service in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  wasn't exactly having a great day with the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  couldn't stop binge eating the entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. found out one can't withdraw from camp cos no refunds given and MM will kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  and the biggest horror of horrors happened just 10 minutes ago but i can't share it with you or you will gloat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.  am depressed.  forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will teach me never again to leave 3/4 way through service, to gloat and induce envy, or tell people to be jealous.  boo hoo i need to cry now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3789056731616580128?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3789056731616580128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3789056731616580128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3789056731616580128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3789056731616580128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-elation-joy-has-henceforth.html' title='all the elation &amp; joy has henceforth evaporated'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-992686238342233286</id><published>2007-07-01T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:45:31.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i hate myself for doing this to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Roe8ha7HRFI/AAAAAAAAALU/zp-0_Cj3jI0/s1600-h/IMG_2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Roe8ha7HRFI/AAAAAAAAALU/zp-0_Cj3jI0/s400/IMG_2490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082237986859861074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol one has krispy kremes all the way from AUSTRALIA (yes, all the way from AUSTRALIA, not the shitty hongkong ones) thanks to auggie aug aug!  thanks again!  :)  they really really made my day.  did you know?  they seriously melt in your mouth, like instantly, and then the icing rolls off your tongue and slides down your throat, along with the fluffy soft dough...(haha i should stop) and they're in the best flavour ever!  original glaze!!!  this is truly an orgasmic experience yo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church today with em baby and dinner at my place laters with the usual sunday granny's cooking and a movie to watch.  oh and before i forget, here's a pic from tata's and my excursion yesterday!  oh and did i tell you, i joined the NDP best friends contest! ($6000 is too great for me to resist) so cross your fingers and hope i win!  then i can fly to aussie and bring you some krispy kremes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Roe9lq7HRHI/AAAAAAAAALk/lsW37o_4XsA/s1600-h/IMG_2489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Roe9lq7HRHI/AAAAAAAAALk/lsW37o_4XsA/s400/IMG_2489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082239159385932914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note, i had a rather disturbing dream last night.  &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to cheer myself up, BE JEALOUS!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Roe8h67HRGI/AAAAAAAAALc/tXuMusnc-c8/s1600-h/IMG_2491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Roe8h67HRGI/AAAAAAAAALc/tXuMusnc-c8/s400/IMG_2491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082237995449795682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-992686238342233286?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/992686238342233286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=992686238342233286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/992686238342233286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/992686238342233286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-hate-myself-for-doing-this.html' title='sometimes i hate myself for doing this to you'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Roe8ha7HRFI/AAAAAAAAALU/zp-0_Cj3jI0/s72-c/IMG_2490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3153461479862984504</id><published>2007-06-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:14:50.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days worth of untold stories:</title><content type='html'>it's been a very busy and hectic two days all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, it was shopping with the girls at bugis, then town.  us four had a chatting/bitching session at macs before doing some shopping at bugis then proceeding to town.  finally got my pretty pair of checkered shoes!  (unluckily for me, they were defect goods so i had to go back and get them changed today -_-)  oooohhh!  and we took neoprints too!  clarissa is so darn cute, she actually takes neos with her grandmother, how hip is that man.  towned abit till nicholas joined us and then they went for dinner which i decided not to join and went to meet my em baby at the other end of singapore instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so much for being in fat mode cos one gorged oneself on lemon chicken and large bowl of soup whilst watching fann wong in coffeeshop.  went back to baby's place laters and it was a crazy night (no shit).  we were playing ji gou pa at 5 in the morning cos i couldn't sleep.  sleepovers for me doesn't include the sleeping element you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piccas from yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RoZyLK7HRDI/AAAAAAAAALE/1BeLjw5qB3k/s1600-h/IMG_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RoZyLK7HRDI/AAAAAAAAALE/1BeLjw5qB3k/s400/IMG_2474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081874765770605618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us 4: me, meryl, francine and clarissa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RoZyLa7HREI/AAAAAAAAALM/qt3JqW5DEO4/s1600-h/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RoZyLa7HREI/AAAAAAAAALM/qt3JqW5DEO4/s400/collage11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081874770065572930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us being cheapskates (my idea) hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i met my beloved prata after forever and we went shopping!  last chance before 7% gst hits us yo'.  we bought matching bags (sort of!) and they are super duper cute!  not cheap too so am currently broke to the core.  urm, prata went on a spree, spent hell lot of money, then later it was dinner, a lot of walking to and fro town, being hounded and stalked by ah bengs, ice cream, and then home sweet home.  very fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am actually very lazy to blog already.  so everything is summarised.  will post pictures of our bags next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3153461479862984504?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3153461479862984504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3153461479862984504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3153461479862984504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3153461479862984504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-days-worth-of-untold-stories.html' title='2 days worth of untold stories:'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RoZyLK7HRDI/AAAAAAAAALE/1BeLjw5qB3k/s72-c/IMG_2474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1064119285363874148</id><published>2007-06-29T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:58:42.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dearest beloved emerick goh:</title><content type='html'>if you actually happen to be reading this, just want to let you know that if you actually get a car today, and if you bother coming to take me for a spin (home hopefully), i'll be in town (you know that, i'm forever there) and i will love you super duper long long time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;a different claire you saw just 7 hours ago (this one's much nicer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why my past keeps haunting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1064119285363874148?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1064119285363874148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1064119285363874148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1064119285363874148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1064119285363874148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-my-dearest-beloved-emerick-goh.html' title='to my dearest beloved emerick goh:'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2795974347865951743</id><published>2007-06-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:38:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am professional bummer for good now</title><content type='html'>my last day on the job therefore decided to be incredibly patient, polite and happy.  even complied to direction asking/answering and entertained silly customers who asked if they could buy the chocs with 70 cents (yeah, how about 1/4 of the choc?).  bought hell lot of chocs today.  chocs for myself, people, and angela came down to get chocs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long never see angela.  hello angela!  i love your pwetty pwetty curls!  her curls are cool.  they're brown on the left and red on the right.  time kinda flew today in between me packing a truckload of chocs for myself and customers, as well as doing a lil' grocery shopping at cold storage.  and OMG i can't believe it but i forgot to take a photo of the pebbles displayed at sins.  the ones people keep thinking are chocs and pretending to eat them.  damn (to think i reminded myself countless times over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house is now a tidbit shop.  have tons of sins chocs, a lot of eatibles from taka courtesy of MM (i'm halfway done and i just got home)and urm, loads of teas.  so right now, i am going to be a professional bummer for the month of july.  will prolly be spending more time involving myself in school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke at 3 today but feeling very sleepy already.  off to wash my long long rapunzel mane i go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2795974347865951743?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2795974347865951743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2795974347865951743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2795974347865951743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2795974347865951743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-professional-bummer-for-good-now.html' title='am professional bummer for good now'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1433258122979246319</id><published>2007-06-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:12:05.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the internet is dangerous!</title><content type='html'>am busting almost all my money on online shopping!  and i don't even know if the clothes will fit right.  sigh.  need to stop!!!  gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my em baby today at holland v for a chillout session at brekos with diet coke, fish nuggets and coleslaw and gossip playing on my vaio.  surprised i've never heard of the movie before i downloaded it last night, especially when there's kate hudson and james marsden (that's cyclops mind you) in it and no movie, should ever ever underpublicise when there's james marsden in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to chill for a bit at my place laters and then he went back and i indulged myself in fann wong's ever so pwetty face even though it's bruised half a side.  amazing how some people never fail to look good even with shit (literally) on their face.  i guess one of her beauty tips would be to avoid changi prison.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of snide (and not so witty) fann remarks because truly, i am jealous that she is gorgeous.  tomorrow's my last day on the job.  sigh.  goodbye to the goodness of life - chocolates.  on the bright side, goodbye to fats as well (hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies, another week's gone.  i bet before i know it, school will begin :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1433258122979246319?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1433258122979246319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1433258122979246319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1433258122979246319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1433258122979246319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/internet-is-dangerous.html' title='the internet is dangerous!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-8721245466633186153</id><published>2007-06-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:02:11.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>many missions accomplished</title><content type='html'>was supposed to meet jillyanthebarneysiow today but as usual, what's new, got pangseh-ed and therefore left planless and alone.  decided to sulk my way to the market (which is only 2 bus stops away) and accomplish one of the top things on my to-do-list (which has been there for eons).  fringe cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked into some random ulu shop and left the fate of my fringe (which is just about the most important element of my hair) to some aunty who had wayang show on tv, with no one else in shop, and curlers in her hair and the steam machine above her head, giggling to herself and asking me to take a seat while she remained glued to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out hair cut was not too bad, aunty was entertaining enough, and best of all, she only charged me TWO FRIGGIN BUCKS for fringe cut.  how cheapskate can i get man.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the initial plan was to head to the lib alone but then xiuli, being nice, decided to join me there since i forgot to bring my lib card.  turns out, didn't end up borrowing anything and we went to scout for bubble tea before settling down at macs to attempt to watch evan almighty (a very pirated version) on her newly bought ibook.  eventually gave up 10 minutes into the show due to constant blackouts due to people walking to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imm laters, we both bought adidas caps (surprise surprise) couldn't resist cos the pink is too pretty.  had dinner laters and then it was home sweet home.  super tired cos the heat consumes my energy quadripled the rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: hostel 2 tops the list of my grossest shows evar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-8721245466633186153?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/8721245466633186153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-6105145463679746838</id><published>2007-06-26T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:22:34.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to read about thaddeus cheong just after i wake</title><content type='html'>Teen triathlete collapses and dies after race &lt;br /&gt;By Jeanette Wang &amp; Lee Hui Chieh&lt;br /&gt;Jun 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;The Straits Times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PROMISING teenage triathlete collapsed after crossing the finish line in a South-east Asia Games selection race yesterday and died soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus Cheong, 17, a first-year student at Raffles Junior College, had just swum 1.5km, cycled 40km and run 10km at Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clocked a personal best of 2hr 9min, and came in third. Then he collapsed. &lt;br /&gt;The boy's parents, George and Angeline Cheong, both 46, were present and rushed to their elder son. Their younger boy, Thomas, 13, is also a triathlon enthusiast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Cheong told The Straits Times last night: 'We did not know his heart had stopped beating. We kept calling him, but there was no answer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus was unconscious and foaming at the mouth when he was taken to Changi General Hospital (CGH). Doctors were unable to resuscitate him and pronounced him dead at 10.55am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have classified it as a case of unnatural death, and a coroner's inquiry will be held. &lt;br /&gt;Family members, team-mates and friends were in shock as news of the teen's death spread yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;By afternoon, his school and church friends had started posting messages of grief online in their blogs. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's SEA Games trial was the first of two to decide the two men and two women triathletes to represent Singapore in the year-end regional sports meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus was among eight men and three women who started the race at about 6.45am at the Tanah Merah Country Club's swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triathlon Association of Singapore senior executive and assistant national coach Jerry Seah said Thaddeus looked confident, happy and ready to go before the flag-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participant Sikhander Singh, who finished sixth behind Thaddeus, said: 'He looked fresh throughout the race. I had never seen him look better on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was his best year so far in his triathlon career. I am very sad to see him go.' &lt;br /&gt;Describing her son as an achiever, Mrs Cheong said: 'When he wanted something, he would work hard to get it.' &lt;br /&gt;He was so keen to book a SEA Games slot that he had doubled his training stints to twice daily during the school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raffles JC's cross-country teacher-in-charge, Mr Tay Meng Kiat, said: 'He was a very good child and well-liked by his team-mates.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College principal Winston Hodge said: 'We are shocked and deeply saddened by Thaddeus' sudden passing, and our hearts and thoughts are with his family and friends.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those who paid tribute online was a boy named Yao Khuan, who said they had been friends since Primary 5. &lt;br /&gt;He wrote on his blog: 'Thaddeus, if you can hear me...I'd like to tell you that you're the coolest guy, and that I've always looked up to you, and I hope that it is a better place in heaven.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Cheong said: 'Thaddeus is a very, very good boy. He is every mother's dream. He is a no-nonsense person, will tell you what he means, short and sharp and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But now, he has just left without saying goodbye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is thaddeus.  and i guess thaddeus had it all.  the whole package:  good looks, brains and brawn.  and now he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RoC-GKR_PnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aqxXuLSuB_o/s1600-h/thaddeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RoC-GKR_PnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aqxXuLSuB_o/s400/thaddeus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080269392722214514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say a lil' prayer for his family &amp; loved ones will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6105145463679746838?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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my dim orange light from the ikea moon.  and it feels so right.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity, i only have the sheets and the movie.  sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4816956169108557977?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4816956169108557977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4816956169108557977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4816956169108557977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4816956169108557977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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chocolate harry london tub.  very expensive even with staff price.  but it's all worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was at millenia today.  brought my vaio along and it was my life saviour.  killed time talking random rubbish to jojo on msn and entertained myself with friendster and trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be very free for the month of july (hint hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one is considering whether to go for union camp/campus crusade for chirst/varsity christian fellowship.  suggestions anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4011796426568059163?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4011796426568059163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>typical stay-in sunday</title><content type='html'>the usual.  church in the afternoon, was supposed to be early afternoon but postponed to late afternoon due to incompetent cab driver who went in roundabouts and was more concerned with pointing a bmw the middle finger and shouting fuck to the driver who couldn't care less as well as being more concerned as to why i kept touching my eye whilst spying on me in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church, em came over and it was my grandma's home cooked food, my maid's very mediocre tasting (i could do better myself) omelette, chunky soup and epic movie on my mac.  sucks that he has school tomorrow and that he can't stay the night or that he stays at the other end of the world i can't stay the night (again) without having to wake at 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to digress, one is really happy one let one's inhibitions go, with regards to camp that is.  for now, am contented with the friends and everything else i've done and met throughout camp.  hopefully all will remain ceteris peribus after second intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am supposed to have a health check up tomorrow but one can't go cos of massive blood flow down there.  will be working though.  this fri morning will be my last day on the job so pop down for your last chance to get chocs before the price hike hits you on july (as if the prices weren't exorbitant enough already).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1333117120272463794?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1333117120272463794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1333117120272463794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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budget deficit and retired parents who refuse to give some moolah to satisfy your "wants" beyond your "needs".  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people watched at work, gave a million directions, headed back for a nap, and then it was town with mich.  lack of funds, didn't get nothing but saw many many potential items which one has already k.i.v-ed.  goody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a haircut, a driving license, and a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god, is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6408314779251520478?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/6408314779251520478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>survival of the weakest (that's me)</title><content type='html'>in case you didn't get my last post, ONE SURVIVED CAMP!  hurrah!  am social pariah and loser of the highest order no more!  yay!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you really must know, this is HOW i survived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1:  for the first time in my life, was actually punctual, urm, make that early actually.  spoke to every single person and talked some shit and telling the closer ones to help me survive by forcing me to stay whenever i'm tempted to leave.  one stopped being physically unfit and took part in every single dirty game in freaking hot sun yo'.  had mud (though it smelled more like poo) on one's body, paint (which was possibly lots of idontknowwhatsmellythings combined to look like paint) on one's arms, legs, face, rolled around in flour oil, had face submerged in flour (as though one's face isn't white enough already)and at the same time swallowed some flour (eww! will never eat flour stuff again) yada yada blah blah.  basically, one wasn't oneself anymore.  complete transformation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:  the sun, sand and sea.  had sunblock but apparently not enough as half of forehead and nose are glowing red now (virtually a freak).  had psuedo kissing games, was piggybacked, had mother nature all over me (sun, sun and sea) and basically resulted in a burnt, dirty and oily me with incredibly bad headache.  couldn't take it anymore due to terribly bad headache, left, went to mich's house to chill with her and jiemin then laters, went back to school to collect stuff and headed to em's house to stay and catch up on a shortage of a lack of sleep for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3:  home sweet home.  headed to dxo laters with mich to join the camp pple.  boring there, had stupid paegents but the dancing later was fun.  afters, went to mos with mich, r&amp;b was in the main room.  it was a fun, no grinding night with lots of dancing.  back to her place later for some e! entertainment and stupid chinese shows with no subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4:  camp's supposed to end today but one survived it by being home cos one had work later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great camp, great people, great fun! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1200353912326692072?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1200353912326692072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1200353912326692072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1200353912326692072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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HURRAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, one has officially survived camp.&lt;br /&gt;will update tomorrow with a camp survival guide and pics!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1109231736329277196?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1109231736329277196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1109231736329277196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1109231736329277196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1109231736329277196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-cheers-for-claire.html' title='3 cheers for claire!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5117146743973507196</id><published>2007-06-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:25:02.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy daddy's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnV7A6R_PVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tVjlGfvWmuw/s1600-h/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnV7A6R_PVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tVjlGfvWmuw/s400/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077099410505022802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha, very unglam photo, but only have this pic so bo bian.  one does not have many photos of parents okay, cos one is not particularly obsessed with one's parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so anyway, that is my father.  my father is very cool.  he named himself christopher at first, but then when he got a bit older, decided to rename himself spencer.  my father is so cool, he even has a myspace account, something which even i don't have.  if not for my father, one wouldn't have been able to get one's vaio so that increases his cool factor threefold.  one's father makes one protein shakes without fail every night despite the fact that he knows deep down i throw them away, he still gives me the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what makes my father SUPER DUPER COOL?  he has an indian best friend just like me and tells him dirty indian jokes.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DADDY!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for father's day, i spent it with my boyfriend instead of my father.  but we all know father &gt; boyfriend.  lol.  we went to new crea (sunday, duh) and then later, dinner at vivo for asian kitchen (which is infested with china workers by the way) which had really really bad food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one is having final theory test tomorrow!  wish one luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5117146743973507196?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5117146743973507196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5117146743973507196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5117146743973507196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5117146743973507196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-daddys-day.html' title='happy daddy&apos;s day!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnV7A6R_PVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tVjlGfvWmuw/s72-c/IMG_0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-6933845761961523939</id><published>2007-06-16T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:20:23.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls' day out, and then in</title><content type='html'>over a matter of life and death, one thought about it non-stop and couldn't get to sleep till 7 plus in the morning (yes, i know i'm psychotically insane) and thus, no surprise, one overslept and missed mini camp briefing at 11 despite setting 2 alarms for it.  finally decided to pick up the call after many many missed calls and it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nus person: "hello?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "helloooooo...."&lt;br /&gt;and before guy can say anything more,&lt;br /&gt;me: "i oversleptttttttt"&lt;br /&gt;nus person: "actually briefing hasn't really started as we're waiting for latecomers, if you want you can still come down"&lt;br /&gt;me: "rrrreaalllllyyy?  greatttt...i stay verryyyy near nusss"&lt;br /&gt;nus person: "ok then!  see you there!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "ooohhhkayyyy...byeeebyeee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i go back to sleep.  -_-  if person actually believed i would go down, person really doesn't know me well enough (i guess that's the purpose of orientation huh?  haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town with mich when one was finally awake, sober and coherent with intentions of getting a camp bag.  finally found a very pretty roxy one, pure white and VERY big (am certain can pack half of one's room inside, so v.g. for 4 days) -beams- however, one has not decided whether or not to go actually.  indecisive and fickle, i am.  so we shall all see, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!  mich got pretty maroon streak extensions today!  am very tempted to get somemore too but really low on funds (hint hint) and have really no intention of blowing any more money on hair.  saw lots of nice stuff too which am very tempted to buy.  sigh, things like that only happen when one has no money.  don't see nothing i like when i have lots of yusof ishaks to throw around.  hurmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, prata came over and i helped her bake cookies and muffins for rajah daddy's day, which is tomorrow, and i mean father's day you infilial people, not birthday.  very very nice cookies i must say.  didn't get to try the muffins though cos she bought a teeny packet.  rewatched borat tog and couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she just left not too long ago, all alone in the wee hours of the morning.  one hopes she doesn't get raped hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6933845761961523939?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/6933845761961523939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=6933845761961523939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/6933845761961523939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/6933845761961523939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/girls-day-out-and-then-in.html' title='girls&apos; day out, and then in'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-8039035164678220234</id><published>2007-06-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:23:40.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on life and death</title><content type='html'>so the big question of the day is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is survival &gt; being social pariah and loner in uni/death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in simple terms, should one go for camp or not?  one still has time to back out, as long as one doesn't hand money over to OGL cos MM said that once i hand the money over, there is no backing out or i will have to pay for it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all know that one doesn't have that kind of money.  so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will spend next 9 hours contemplating big question of the day.  opinions anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-8039035164678220234?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/8039035164678220234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=8039035164678220234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8039035164678220234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8039035164678220234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-life-and-death.html' title='on life and death'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-1209436405816102343</id><published>2007-06-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:32:52.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you just love portable movies on-the-go?</title><content type='html'>we do.  and we would mean mr ng ziluo (the BFF) and i.  cos that's what we did for practically the whole day.  watched portable movies and moved from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, it was wcp macs, and with 2 dvds and 1 laptop with just enough batt to last 1 dvd, it was i not stupid 2 first (haha, i know it's a dumb show to watch), and urm, lots of diet cokes, lemonades, 20 pc nuggets, wang wang (not chao ta or salty enough), double decker crackers and hello panda in all 3 flavours (yay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters, laptop ran out of batt so we had to shift to my clubhouse instead cos one more dvd to go!  with remaining hello pandas (no more white one :( ) and urm double deckers, we proceeded there for goldmember and had unspoken war with random china guy living in estate who was totally disgusting, sweaty and inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 3 of us were having a war.  2 lappies against 1, ours and his, and i bet a vaio (pink one at that!) and a dell would beat some silly china model.  us blasting rihanna and jay-z (under my umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh) and austin powers saying "yeah baby yeah" versus his most probably highly suspected china/hentai porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result?  we won.  HAHA, don't mess with vaio&amp;dell.  so anyway, 3 phrases we learn from i not stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cool man"&lt;br /&gt;"that's lame"&lt;br /&gt;"whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:  one will not let very bad news of the day get one down. (will NOT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-1209436405816102343?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/1209436405816102343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=1209436405816102343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1209436405816102343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/1209436405816102343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-you-just-love-portable-movies-on.html' title='don&apos;t you just love portable movies on-the-go?'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-3818691939319307841</id><published>2007-06-13T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:16:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of three</title><content type='html'>today is really a day of threes.  well firstly, today = wednesday and wednesday = 3rd day of week.  so anyway, met up with my beloved mich today cos she's back from malaysia truly asia and then what's new, we went to town.  it's getting really boring actually, the whole repition of it all, it really drains the shopping spirit out of one.  didn't get nothing except a book which i've been lusting after for almost a year now and that's only cos i decided to reward myself for not getting anything the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we headed to bugis where lester joined us and we helped him scout for his silly handphone which too bad, is out of stock everywhere.  lester is officially candyman cos he bought us chocs from the cocoa trees and later, we had dinner at some jap restaurant over silly random stupid chit-chat, his attempts at flirting with the fillipino waitresses who spoke in jap, and him telling the waitress that me and mich are anorexic cos we're not eating.  -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one ate okay!  one had soft shell crab and baby octupus.  very nice but super small portions.  on the way back, bumped into melissa and had highly awkward conversation with lester being mental and trying to humiliate the shit outta me by telling her "we're friends with special perks and that we do a single activity together" yada-yada as well as telling her that i club a lot and get "touched in funny places".  urgh!  melissa's from church in case you didn't know, great impression to make huh.  especially when they're not even true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly lester.  shall attempt to murder him tonight when he comes home stoned from drinks at clarke quay.  hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, 3 piccas for the power of three!  (still am super lazy to charge camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnAQ36R_PSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UEOai8fpaHg/s1600-h/IMG_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnAQ36R_PSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UEOai8fpaHg/s400/IMG_2367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075575332770102562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and michie baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnAQ4KR_PTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/h1fA7GPvJXs/s1600-h/IMG_2368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnAQ4KR_PTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/h1fA7GPvJXs/s400/IMG_2368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075575337065069874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lester's attempt at taking the photo.  as usual, it's all about him, him and him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnAQ4KR_PUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hy-KuHcjYpo/s1600-h/IMG_2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnAQ4KR_PUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hy-KuHcjYpo/s400/IMG_2369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075575337065069890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my attempt:  yay! all 3 of us! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-3818691939319307841?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/3818691939319307841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=3818691939319307841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3818691939319307841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/3818691939319307841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/power-of-three.html' title='the power of three'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RnAQ36R_PSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UEOai8fpaHg/s72-c/IMG_2367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2670482865593042803</id><published>2007-06-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:32:16.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the PINK sony vaio speaks yo'</title><content type='html'>and just when i thought nothing could possibly make my day.  no, make that a very horrible day spent moping at the nothingness of work, with bad sales, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behold the pink sony vaio, all in its cupboard splendour (in the box i mean) waiting humbly for me above my winnie the pooh sheets, screaming "touch me" ya all.  anti-climax, but i didn't touch it, not right there and then;  maybe after like 2 hours, which is weird, especially when i've been coming home every single day and shouting at my father "where is my vaio?!" and when it's finally here, i can't even be bothered to say hi to it, much less depackage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhohow, let me tell you how the vaio has changed my life juat in a mere 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;maybe 5 points for 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  now, whilst blogging, sex and the city is playing on my imac, which is great.  i finally grasp the true meaning of multi-tasking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  one has gotten fingernails stuck in keyboard non-stop.  have bad ominous feeling fingernail will break, soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  one has revived windows version of msn which can truly put one's talents to good use i.e.  nudging people continuously, playing my favourite minesweeper flags, drawing dicks and breasts etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  one finally owns something pink that one is not afraid to show to the world (i guess this is what they call pretty in pink huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  one has taken into consideration that uni might not even require the ownage of a laptop, hence the redundancy of one, and the fact that one is still able to possess it, or cheated my way into possessing it and succeeded, increases satisfaction level by hundredfold.  maybe next time, i'll try to up my demands.  a car, perhaps?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  one just used imac mouse thinking it was the mouse for vaio.  HURHUR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2670482865593042803?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2670482865593042803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2670482865593042803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2670482865593042803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2670482865593042803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-pink-sony-vaio-speaks-yo.html' title='and the PINK sony vaio speaks yo&apos;'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4092198504562940077</id><published>2007-06-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:55:41.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hair for the hairless</title><content type='html'>hello!  today is the official hair for the hairless day!  me and prata being the hairless of cos.  prata is my friend whom i've been through thick and thin with, both literally and figuratively, especially in the context of hair.  i stuck by her despite times when her hair is thick, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1sE6R_PKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bk83yUn-Fc8/s1600-h/3-3+chalet+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1sE6R_PKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bk83yUn-Fc8/s400/3-3+chalet+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074831186736397474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was when her hair was super thick due to excess of nutrients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when her hair was not-so-thick, aka, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1sFKR_PLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bBUeCB3oqJg/s1600-h/tata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1sFKR_PLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bBUeCB3oqJg/s400/tata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074831191031364786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her virginal experience rebonding hair, therefore not so thick anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, her hair has been through labour contractions, a series of thick, not so thick, thin, etc etc.  thus, today, she decided to revert back to thinner so as to allow thick to come out of thin.  get it?  if you don't you're just stupid.  so at 50% off, she got herself a bob, very nice -nods approvingly- thanks to me (my brilliant idea) and straight hair at super cuts.  no pics for that, cos she said her face is very oily, but i assure you, she looks like a very cute baby rhino now.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like this, but with urm straight short hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1tV6R_PMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8z2KJ4a6_CE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1tV6R_PMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8z2KJ4a6_CE/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074832578305801410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see, one is very loyal, smart and supportive friend, after going through thick and thin with baby rhino (refer to picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, just as we are opposite in colour, she's black i'm white (get that into your head prata, i'm the one whose white!), i went the opposite and made my hair longer.  haha, one actually wanted to dye hair, but due to fact that purple colour requires bleaching (who would have guessed?), one decided to go for hair extensions instead, which thankyouverymuch, and mind you, is very expensive hair.  anyhow, one's hair is so long now, one can be rapunzel!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum-dee-dum now my prince can save me from my torture chamber, although i live on the ground floor and you don't need much hair to climb through.  lazy to take a pic of my verysuperduperlong hair let down, so here's a random pic of it being tied up, and me very happy with long ass hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1uhaR_PNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2mUtFJRpjVU/s1600-h/Photo+92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1uhaR_PNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2mUtFJRpjVU/s400/Photo+92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074833875385924818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised you can't really see much hair but i don't really give a shit.  as long as i'm happy : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afters, me prata &amp; fad went to catch ocean's 13 and honestly, i caught no ball for the first urm half an hour of the movie (attribute to inactive brain activity due to non-existence of school) and in the end, it was okay, better than 12, but still mediocre compared to 11.  they really should have just stopped at 11, i remphasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hooked up with our respective partners after the movie to head home for a good time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is prata's boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDaR_POI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WPMj6lhBDzk/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDaR_POI/AAAAAAAAAGs/WPMj6lhBDzk/s400/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074835559013104866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDaR_PPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UKbSq796DC8/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDaR_PPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UKbSq796DC8/s400/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074835559013104882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad's boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDqR_PQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vsYTrjmr8k0/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDqR_PQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vsYTrjmr8k0/s400/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074835563308072194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, YOUR BOYFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDqR_PRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kte96kCas2c/s1600-h/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1wDqR_PRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kte96kCas2c/s400/images-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074835563308072210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! aka china midget who can twist and bend and fly lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4092198504562940077?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4092198504562940077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4092198504562940077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4092198504562940077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4092198504562940077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/hair-for-hairless.html' title='hair for the hairless'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rm1sE6R_PKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bk83yUn-Fc8/s72-c/3-3+chalet+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4985996930840793103</id><published>2007-06-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T09:27:24.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another sunday to get holy</title><content type='html'>today, i devirginised em baby at new crea church.  haha!  beat that!  that sentence couldn't sound more blasphemous and ironic than it already does.  anyway, you dirty minded freaks, i meant we went down to new crea tog for service and it's called devirginising cos it's his first time there (duh!).  no pastor prince today but pastor idontknowwhatshisname was just as funny and entertaining with a sermon that included people dashing up stage just to get money and him getting another guy to hug him.  lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to feast on braised&amp;roast duck laters but after heading from suntec ALL THE WAY to lavender (only in em's best intentions of cos :) ). realised duck store was closed after all (one predicted it all along) and so we cabbed down to vivo instead for urm, food court dinner.  haha, just so you know, one is very practical and down-to-earth girlfriend okay, super accomodating and understanding to financial difficulties.  lol, yahyah, after dinner, realised we should have just eaten somewhere better since we spent 20 bucks just in a food court.  go ahead and roll your eyes but some people are just meant to lead a high life.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!  did i mention i saw meng meng and gf at new crea?  of all people!  didn't even know he's christian, him strutting around in a bright lime green tee shirt oblivious to everyone else who's already seated.  told you today is holy sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top off holy sunday for the week?  came home and received a present from MM.  guess what?  a bible : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, am super holy today (v.g. and hurrah for me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4985996930840793103?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4985996930840793103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4985996930840793103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4985996930840793103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4985996930840793103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-sunday-to-get-holy.html' title='another sunday to get holy'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-8865005419450431909</id><published>2007-06-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T08:41:58.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where has my brother gone?</title><content type='html'>yesterday, my father drove me to work and in the car, i asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  "when is kor kor coming back?"&lt;br /&gt;(if you don't already know, brother is currently in tibet trying to be a monk or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;father:  "when he has searched for the truth i guess"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "what truth?"&lt;br /&gt;father:  "religious truth"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "LOL -smirk-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righttttt.  so i am to assume that brother is never coming back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing about today is blog-worthy except for the fact that prata gave me a surprise visit at work.  yay!  love her although she immediately ran off when i asked her to help me to fold boxes.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum-dee-dum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:  one should not be so quick to assume that people always have bad intentions cos it's not always they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-8865005419450431909?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/8865005419450431909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=8865005419450431909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8865005419450431909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/8865005419450431909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-has-my-brother-gone.html' title='where has my brother gone?'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7814954175196668017</id><published>2007-06-08T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:28:30.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fri(baby)day</title><content type='html'>fridays are happy days.  except for the fact that one had to do morning shift today, fridays are still happy days.  can't think of any reason why fridays shoudn't be happy whereas i can prolly tell you one million whys mondays will never be happy days, or tuesdays, or wednesdays, or any other day of the week for that matter.  as a matter of fact, fridays are so good, jesus decided to die for you and me (hurrah!), so see, i'm not the only one who thinks fridays are good days.  apparently jesus agrees with me too : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equation:  friday + claire - work = very very happy day&lt;br /&gt;however,   friday + claire + work = just a happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday, is specially reserved for my beloved em baby though cos i haven't seen him since forever and thus it's time to meet up or he'll just become my phone boyfriend.  lol, anyway, today is celebrity day.  saw jean danker and joanne peh (who is really not that tall!) and bumped into not-so-close-but-just say-hi-friends such as urm, jamie and clement.  guess what my boyfriend bought for me today?  oversized sunnies from topshop, i &lt;3!  haha, if you're single and reading this, you'll prolly be wanting me to stfu and curse that my sunnies break.  too bad, will not stfu and will not break sunnies so ENVY ME!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i also forget to mention that i had great dinner with the boyfriend at soup spoon?  soup + salad = little carbs (hopefully!) ok wait, make that very super duper good soup + small but yummy salad = little carbs but much satisfaction! : ) hmm, one is thinking of what else one can say to induce jealousy (am in a very spiteful mood you see, ignore me and close the window).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!  let me tell you interesting incident one saw today!  was at bugis mrt and some random girl was shouting at her mother before stomping off and mind you, girl was shouting so loudly, i think a million people were staring okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl:  FUCK YOUUUUUU!!!! CHEEBYEEEEEEEE LAH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;mother:  (too muffled, can't hear, mother should learn to shout as loudly as daughter)&lt;br /&gt;me:  let's go nearer!  i can't hear!  (haha)&lt;br /&gt;em:  describes his opinion on situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor mother.  and i think the girl was pissed cos mother wanted her to go home.  never knew someone had more love for bugis than i had.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised post getting very wordy and lengthy.  shall post pics instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmOMqR_PDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7c65X547BAM/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmOMqR_PDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7c65X547BAM/s400/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073742803368885298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello i like this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmOM6R_PEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VttUyInh29g/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmOM6R_PEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VttUyInh29g/s400/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073742807663852610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us in edited colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmONaR_PFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8wOfAiJq8Wc/s1600-h/IMG_2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmONaR_PFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8wOfAiJq8Wc/s400/IMG_2341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073742816253787218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmONqR_PGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UxH1kf7xZFM/s1600-h/IMG_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmONqR_PGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UxH1kf7xZFM/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073742820548754530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is rounder, sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmON6R_PHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CXQYSazLIZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmON6R_PHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CXQYSazLIZ8/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073742824843721842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy i made him cry : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmPCaR_PJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CszMjlkW_kM/s1600-h/IMG_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmPCaR_PJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/CszMjlkW_kM/s400/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073743726786854034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, don't mean to sound blasphemous but i find this shot extremely funny.  the whole idea of jesus you know?  jesus is watching over you.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one had massive liquid intake today but one wonders why no shit?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of polka peach green tea + honey red tea + killiney's barley with lemon + 2 bowls of soup + 3 litres of ice mountain + 0.75l of peach tea = no shit + fucked body system (WHY?!) damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7814954175196668017?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7814954175196668017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7814954175196668017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7814954175196668017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7814954175196668017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/fribabyday.html' title='fri(baby)day'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmmOMqR_PDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7c65X547BAM/s72-c/IMG_2337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4802927825008579998</id><published>2007-06-07T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:09:44.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to curl up and die</title><content type='html'>i feel terrible.  seriously, i do, and i don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the fact that i worked full shift today and had to deal with loads of rude and uncivilised people who assume i'm the information counter and the chocolates surrounding me are just part of counter's design because the way they ask me for directions, it's as though i owe it to them to give them an answer, and if i really don't know, they give me the what the fuck kind of face like hello?  just cos i work at harbourfront doesn't mean i know every single nitty gritty fuck about it ok.  e.g. just cos you have a dick/vagina doesn't mean you know everything about it ok e.g. circumference, width, length blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's the fact that i had to cab back too because i was so tired and drained and people tried to cut my queue.  best part?  i queued for urm let's see an hour when i could have bus-ed back in 20 min and i paid like 20 times my bus fare (great, just great isn't it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it also could be that i just gulped down 1.5l of ice mountain at one shot, have severe headache, predict that one will have to wake up maybe 5-6 times during night to clear bowels and thus have interrupted sleep which is so not good cos one has to work morning shift tomorrow (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly happier note, one feels slighty happier and cheered up because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one finished "we need to talk about kevin" by lionel shriver which is a super duper good book.  and one bought yet another book and you won't believe it.  it's a book i've actually read before and it's harry potter and the half blood prince cos one couldn't find anyone else who has it and one has to gear up and refresh one's memory for the final book (and no, one will not lend it to you :) try again next time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one has stuffed oneself with countless amounts of chocolates today, feels incredibly fat but at the same time, incredibly satisfied cos chocolates = happy endorphins! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one wasn't alone to endure 9 hours of pure torture cos em came down and spent time with me and we were happy hitting each other non-stop and watching stupid people "eat" the pebbles on display simply because they're stupid enough to assume they're chocs -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4802927825008579998?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4802927825008579998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4802927825008579998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4802927825008579998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4802927825008579998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-want-to-curl-up-and-die.html' title='i just want to curl up and die'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-956261371936220078</id><published>2007-06-06T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:28:37.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know miracles still exist when</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmaubaR_PCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jK8vzUpDsgY/s1600-h/00200614759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmaubaR_PCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jK8vzUpDsgY/s400/00200614759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072933816213912610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HELLOOOOO PINK SONY VAIO!  the impossible has become a reality!  will be getting it in 3 days since parents have already booked it so hurrah!  no turning back now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since miracles still do exist, all will be forgiven today and that includes prata pangseh-ing me about outing today, which means one is left with no plans and had to stay at home the ENTIRE day (for me that means a lot as i will be subject to mental and physical torture okay).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no plans, and a very bad flu, and no mood to head down to bugis to collect jellies, one called gabe and got him to collect it for me (miracle number 2.  THANKS LOTS!) so one decided to cheer oneself up by baking choc oatmeal cookies which in one's opinion, is very nice okay, all smiling happily back at me on the tray a shade of golden brown (with that, i smiled back).  lol, i sound mad, but it must be due to aftermath of clarinase.  flu medicines causes hallucinations, there you have it, your cheap alternative and easy source of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jethro rang from aussie today (miracle number 3 since it is so damn random) and it's nice to know that we're living totally opposite lives.  e.g.  it's winter there and it's almost drought here, nice to know we're not the only ones suffering over here.  oh and my new maid came today so one does not have to drown in general permanent disarray of room.  i think maid, her name is ruma (very indian sounding) likes me very much (either that or she's generally fascinated with white people) as she kept talking to me while i was making cookies.  one was not used to it cos one has not talked to one's maids in very very long time except for things like "umbrella and plastic bag please" and when one needs help in locating one's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be doing full shift tomorrow and one is glad one has half of book left to accompany me.  very difficult book to read and i almost gave up in the start (could this be due to brain inactivity? gah!) but nevertheless, psychotic and weirdly enchanting.  my type of book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck in getting up and getting to work on time without aid of cab tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-956261371936220078?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/956261371936220078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=956261371936220078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/956261371936220078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/956261371936220078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-miracles-still-exist-when.html' title='you know miracles still exist when'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmaubaR_PCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jK8vzUpDsgY/s72-c/00200614759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4964265892997760832</id><published>2007-06-05T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:12:56.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of family, and everything irrelevant</title><content type='html'>met up with my dearest gabby gabe today and we went to troll town (like what's new in life right), so urm anyway, it was supposed to be his shopping spree but in the end, he got nothing, and i ended up getting super irrelevant stuff like skull flats (very cute, mind you) and a stussy skull pencilcase (can you tell how hyped i am for school)?  today is "skull day" so everything with skulls appeal to me.  i wanted to get stussy skull bag but am currently running severe budget deficit due to investment in sony vaio and purchasing of irrelevant stuff.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner later, random silly hawker food cos the poor boy misses local food and afters, it was prata for him then we headed back to my place for stupid channel 8 show (nothing else to watch) and some random chit chat and free farts from dog.  basicaly, no highlight of day so shall just post some random and irrelevant pics up.  (wonder how many times one has used words random and irrelevant in this short post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i got in my mail today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV6IKR_O8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/meZGxh7a_fE/s1600-h/515982135_05d821e949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV6IKR_O8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/meZGxh7a_fE/s400/515982135_05d821e949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072594835920075714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very pretty pirates parade top! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GaR_O9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/V5XexLfQmRY/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GaR_O9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/V5XexLfQmRY/s400/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072595905366932434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GqR_O-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/j2U39fb0LRs/s1600-h/Photo+86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GqR_O-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/j2U39fb0LRs/s400/Photo+86.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072595909661899746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee-tard-ded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GqR_O_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/bYgdABgIV64/s1600-h/Photo+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GqR_O_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/bYgdABgIV64/s400/Photo+87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072595909661899762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just.  disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GqR_PAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g-gi36Av-h0/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7GqR_PAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/g-gi36Av-h0/s400/Photo+88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072595909661899778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7G6R_PBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tlRW2TNeoco/s1600-h/Photo+89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV7G6R_PBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tlRW2TNeoco/s400/Photo+89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072595913956867090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww, peace out yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:  one refuses to be left alone in orchard mrt anymore and be traumatised by ex-convicts and surveyors who seem to like to specifically target me despite the fact that one was sitting on ledge with other random people and they only choose to approach me.  do i have the "i love to do surveys and buy pens to support your prison break fund" face?  seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4964265892997760832?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4964265892997760832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=4964265892997760832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4964265892997760832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/4964265892997760832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-love-of-family-and-everything.html' title='for the love of family, and everything irrelevant'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmV6IKR_O8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/meZGxh7a_fE/s72-c/515982135_05d821e949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-5993450952446267655</id><published>2007-06-04T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:38:21.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ifeelso(ireallycan'texpresseither)</title><content type='html'>(please try not to read this, just let me rant okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many compressed thoughts and emotions overtaking me, and so i decided to blog, and now, when i finally do, nothing seems to come out except the fact that i keep typing, hitting the backspace, hesitating, and then doing it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think i can't handle relationships.  maybe i'm too childish, too overbearing, too selfish or too whatever negative adjectives i refuse to let myself think of right now.  but i guess that's it.  it's almost the same for majority of my relationships, so super fly at the beginning, and then it just goes downhill from there.  i guess the problem lies with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just not girlfriend material.  i hate to be restrained, controlled, dictated, but it seems i can't break free from it all.  it's not this relationship, it's every relationship.  funny how simplicity only leads to complexity eventually.  i miss the beginning, the simple stupid rubbish chit-chat that makes me laugh, i miss quality time spent even if it's just the reptition of things e.g. walking aimlessly around town, i miss listening(to), i miss that, this, you, us, and so much more.  everything, i miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the missed call, but i'm sorry i didn't call back, even though i'm still awake.  i just don't know what to say anymore.  i'm afraid, i'm sceptic, of what's to come when i pick up, or what's to come when i don't.  i miss those times i could be explainable only to myself, but of cos, once again it's my own selfish thinking and that is what crumbles a relationship.  i just want to be happy, and for you to be happy (with me) as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to conceal any part of me, because that would make me miss me, very much.  but then again, if i don't, we might not last, and i might miss you more than anything else.  somehow, things feel different, not like before anymore.  i wish i could tell you why, but i don't know myself either.  i guess it all comes back to what i told you before, and that "people change, they do, and they will, it's just a matter of time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked the way you were, the way we were.  is it really time to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this somehow feels like deja vu, and i hate it, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what/how to feel anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;(and no questions relating to this post okay?  to anyone in particular.  as i said, it's just me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-5993450952446267655?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/5993450952446267655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=5993450952446267655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5993450952446267655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/5993450952446267655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/ifeelsoireallycantexpresseither.html' title='ifeelso(ireallycan&apos;texpresseither)'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-4040638480019349606</id><published>2007-06-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:16:46.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day out with my BFFF (bff+family)</title><content type='html'>today was spent with my BFF in town, supposed to be at wcp macs but one is so damn unlucky, the dress one bought yesterday was the wrong one (cos one stupidly forgot to check it) so one had to go back and change it (damn).  anyway, so one was royally about ONE hour late, and no ziluo, it's ONE, not two okay.  so got dress changed, bought yet another book at kino (one is going mad), chilled out at soup spoon bitching and making weird noises and hand gestures (coordinated and uncoordinated ones), and then headed down to heeren to people watch and stare at tits.  shared a cab back later cos one had to have family dinner in honour of one's brother going to tibet tom for monk tour (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we camwhored in cab.  i upgraded ok!  yesterday i camwhored in bus, and today, cab! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmQrrB8rSMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2cy0G_n0Owg/s1600-h/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmQrrB8rSMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2cy0G_n0Owg/s400/IMG_2323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072227098583320770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first attempt:  very unsuccesful, zoom wasn't on, but god knows why our faces turned out so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmQrrh8rSNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uEXm_kroLoc/s1600-h/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmQrrh8rSNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uEXm_kroLoc/s400/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072227107173255378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second attempt:  better (much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmQrrx8rSOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/muR2i4DAGtA/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmQrrx8rSOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/muR2i4DAGtA/s400/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072227111468222690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, cropped half of my face out cos face looked super fat but since ziluo insisted i put it up since he thinks the one which i look bad in he'll look best in, there goes.  he does look the happiest here out of all 3 photos : ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family dinner later after a very long long time at bali thai and had lots of good thai food.  yummy!  i guess family company is good once in a while, though i prolly can't survive it everyday, but once in a blue moon it's all nice and fuzzy and i guess today is the day with the blue moon.  after dinner, we had milk teas at some hong kong cafe and heard family bitch about other members of extended family which was very funny.  brother was a bit psycho tho, kept staring at me non-stop and saying "you're so cute lah porky"  (porky=me, it's my nickname from him since i was young, yah, porky as in porky pig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much much happier note:  one is 3/4 way to getting pink sony vaio!  hurrah! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-4040638480019349606?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/4040638480019349606/comments/default' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmQrrB8rSMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2cy0G_n0Owg/s72-c/IMG_2323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-6797144515466924288</id><published>2007-06-03T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:34:53.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays are days when:</title><content type='html'>one wakes up with exceptionally mad hair (i think one's hair realises one didn't get 10 hours of sleep the night before, thus is throwing bitch fit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one's mother never fails to tell one that one is indecently dressed for church and that one should "dress appropriately and wear clothes that fit the occasion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moans and grumbles in church whenever the speaker is uber long and draggy and speaks in repitions.  e.g. today,  and one's mother said "God is speaking through the speaker.  so are you telling God to shut up?" to which i reply "God has been hinting to speaker to stop beating around the bush already and stop saying "in conclusion" for the 100 millionth gazillion fifilion time already and yet still fail to conclude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one goes to work after church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, THIS sunday is a bit different because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabe is back from nz!  hurrah!  and we bumped into each other twice in the same day  (at church, and raffles city)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one was supposed to get jelly shoes, but couldn't in the end cos gal fell sick to which mongolian mother said "well, God is good, can you see?  now you don't have to rush down from church to collect the shoes"  and i reply "urmmmm, and how is that good?  i wanted my jellys today"  -_-  seriously, my MM (shall abbreviate mongolian mother from now on) can be so irrelevant and out of point at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM said that my grandmother (which is also her mother-in-law, which explains what i'm about to say next) is an "attention seeker" and likes to "over exaggerate" (hmm, okayyyy)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one finally collected dunkin' donuts, after lots of hide-n-seek with the dunkin' donuts pple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one did not have work today, and instead, caught shrek3 with mich, xiuli and em and in my opinion 1&amp;2 were much much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one bought another dress (as i said, one loves "that feeling" aka the feeling of walking around naked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one officially declares today as "i-bump-into-people-i-don't-expect-to-bump-into-day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one takes photos in bus (after a very very long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLq9B8rSII/AAAAAAAAADk/c7r4Wq2UIds/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLq9B8rSII/AAAAAAAAADk/c7r4Wq2UIds/s400/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071874464588449922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLrbx8rSJI/AAAAAAAAADs/1NbDr0aLyww/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLrbx8rSJI/AAAAAAAAADs/1NbDr0aLyww/s400/IMG_2293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071874992869427346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiuli's expression is like : classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLr7x8rSKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/99akrBvBWDk/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLr7x8rSKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/99akrBvBWDk/s400/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071875542625241250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our version of the last supper or otherwise, the execution of michelle rose lee as administered by me and tan xiuli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLsYx8rSLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qsQ5iW7k9Is/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLsYx8rSLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qsQ5iW7k9Is/s400/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071876040841447602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only happy one around these days (yahyah, i know my face is fat ok so don't need to tell me again)  maybe after you shove your face with donuts you'll understand too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:  one should really stop wishing for stupid things cos dog really did have another another mad romp on bed and now bedsheet is covered with lots of gross stuff so one has to change it again later.  damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-6797144515466924288?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/6797144515466924288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=6797144515466924288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/6797144515466924288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/6797144515466924288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/sundays-are-days-when.html' title='sundays are days when:'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmLq9B8rSII/AAAAAAAAADk/c7r4Wq2UIds/s72-c/IMG_2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-9211138607548188447</id><published>2007-06-02T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:46:06.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mongolian mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmGGrB8rSFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ODMkP2w3hiI/s1600-h/hahalol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmGGrB8rSFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ODMkP2w3hiI/s400/hahalol.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071482729211316306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my mongolian mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what my mongolian mother did?  yesterday, i painstakingly took 20 minutes to change my bedsheet cos there were massive amounts of furball on one's bed due to dog being mad and romping on one's bed.  so urm, one was changing one's bedsheets at 5 freaking am in the morning.  and today, one came home to find bed covered in disgusting aunty print bedsheets (gah!), and this is all thanks to my mother who changed the bedsheet cos she said "we are all entitled to our own bedsheets" and that "the blue one is mine".  so there, i am now stuck with disgusting bedsheets which aren't even mine to begin with.  hope dog has another mad romp at bed so one can get changed sheets to something better, more decent looking to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is currently feeling very happy and excited because one can collect two things tomorrow so hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmGHyh8rSGI/AAAAAAAAADU/wb1UGnOtH_E/s1600-h/00127005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmGHyh8rSGI/AAAAAAAAADU/wb1UGnOtH_E/s400/00127005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071483957571962978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my white rounded jellies (which i can't find my size anywhere else in singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahyah, i know i said they were ugly before, but then again, they're not as ugly as crocs and i feel like i'm walking on bubbles so heck, one thinks comfort &gt; ugliness ok, cos one is practical and not shallow (great quality in a person esp girlfriend, lol).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmGIax8rSHI/AAAAAAAAADc/C2dd9549MGU/s1600-h/dunkin-donuts-karachi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmGIax8rSHI/AAAAAAAAADc/C2dd9549MGU/s400/dunkin-donuts-karachi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484649061697650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunkin' donuts!  otherwise known as the unattainables as one would never be able to get one's hands on them if not for brainy rjc kid who set up some silly webby cos one does not have one's passport because of (refer to mongolian mother).  so yay, i can get dunkin' donuts without having to step in malaysia and getting robbed, raped or murdered.  -beams-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're feeling jealous, you can go to www.dunkindonutszlhub.com so you can stop being jealous already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, this is quite funny, dunkin donuts people called me at work today to confirm my order and i was serving a customer, so when i saw anonymous number on my caller id, i picked up (no choice, cos handphone was blasting gnarls barkley's crazy at very embarassingly loud volume and customer was staring).  voice sounded like emerick's so i naturally assumed it's emerick and went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  "hello?!  HELLOOOO?!  YAH WHAT YOU WANT LAH!"&lt;br /&gt;dunkin donut person: "hello? urm...hello?"&lt;br /&gt;me: -very pissed off and irritated, thinking its bad reception on em's part cos he said he was in train tunnel just now-&lt;br /&gt;me:  "AIYAH WHAT LAH, WAIT LAH"&lt;br /&gt;me: -puts phone down without even waiting for reply-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only till i finished serving the customer and the same anonymous number called again and told me that they were from dunkin' donuts did i realise OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so urm, haha right, will be meeting them tom so wish me luck.  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-9211138607548188447?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/9211138607548188447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=9211138607548188447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/9211138607548188447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/9211138607548188447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mongolian-mother.html' title='my mongolian mother'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmGGrB8rSFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ODMkP2w3hiI/s72-c/hahalol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-580057688596465471</id><published>2007-06-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:59:27.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>-YOUR BOYFRIEND DIED-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, this is your boyfriend.  he likes to go clubing (i don't know what that is, maybe the other b went to bang girls instead) and he loves poping (i think he means popping, but then again, could also mean pooping).  anyway, if you're reading this, this is your boyfriend, and omg!  he is so darn hot.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work today was b-o-r-i-n-g with very good sales and urm, only happy thing to rejoice over is that i got a david &amp; goliath tee courtesy of my BFF and it is so cute! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmBDjR8rSDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6jX-CCiw5k0/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmBDjR8rSDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6jX-CCiw5k0/s400/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071127453811558450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reads "please go suck somewhere else".  cute right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, check out the website itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.davidandgoliathtees.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the screened tees section.  SUPER DUPER CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-580057688596465471?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/580057688596465471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=580057688596465471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/580057688596465471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/580057688596465471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-boyfriend.html' title='your boyfriend!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RmBDjR8rSDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6jX-CCiw5k0/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-213073401355861727</id><published>2007-05-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:55:16.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you miss one?</title><content type='html'>i know you did cos one didn't blog yesterday!  haha, anyway, one is not dead yet (just in case you were hoping for that), just that em stayed over last night so one did not have time to blog until 7 in the morning and one was too damn tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i met up with my bitch today and we went shopping!  but omg, town is so damn crowded i tell you (chinese, malay, indian, bangla) one million sweaty bodies pressed against eaach other just cos it's a damn public holiday.  so today is officially "we meet people we hate day" and that sucks okay.  like seriously, it was horrible, do people you hate have telepathy?  that they decide to come together and traumatise one's town experience with their presence all at the same time? (gah!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, retail therapy &gt; shithead fucktards and so i shall talk about what i bought today cos that's being happy and one is still trying one's utmost best to stay in "positive thinking" mode.  one bought 2 babydoll dresses today, one empire dress from topshop and one bubble dress (not like you'd care).  but recently, one has started to love dresses, very airy, makes one feel like one is walking around naked and one likes that feeling.  cross-reference:  for guys, it's how you feel when you choose boxers over underwear.  geddit?  be nekkid!  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since mich complains one does not have pics of her up one's blog, meet mich, my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rl7t3B8rSAI/AAAAAAAAACk/ww0NRGn7t84/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rl7t3B8rSAI/AAAAAAAAACk/ww0NRGn7t84/s400/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070751760137275394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello michelle! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rl7uNR8rSBI/AAAAAAAAACs/ozFbztxMXi8/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rl7uNR8rSBI/AAAAAAAAACs/ozFbztxMXi8/s400/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070752142389364754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's going to kill me for putting this up, but it was really a horrible day, so i need to sum it up using a horrible photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then, one is feeling like a bubble with a bad headache cos of half a box of banana nut crunch and lots of fluids in my body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  one's middle finger nail broke and i know this sounds ironic cos one never had nails for the past 18 years of my life, but now, my middle finger really feels bare and naked : (  it's kind of like not wearing panties you know?  the feeling's just not right -sulks-  now you know why guys don't understand what's the big deal when a girl breaks her nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work tomorrow, and the day after (bah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-213073401355861727?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/213073401355861727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=213073401355861727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/213073401355861727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/213073401355861727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/05/did-you-miss-one.html' title='did you miss one?'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/Rl7t3B8rSAI/AAAAAAAAACk/ww0NRGn7t84/s72-c/IMG_2268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-7773612703669385033</id><published>2007-05-29T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:11:35.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and because i slept, woke up, and can't get to sleep again</title><content type='html'>this is from mitch albom's for one more day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation. one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever?  If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and one will outweigh the one you wish you had back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you got it back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny but, this is a question I've asked myself over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Right up to now, there isn't one answer I can hold true to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-7773612703669385033?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/7773612703669385033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=7773612703669385033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7773612703669385033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/7773612703669385033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-because-i-slept-woke-up-and-cant.html' title='and because i slept, woke up, and can&apos;t get to sleep again'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099092481571918873.post-2587522016932159742</id><published>2007-05-29T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:22:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can finally drive!</title><content type='html'>right.  well, almost!  i'm 1/3 on my way to driving okay.  finally passed my FTT evaluation today (hurrah!), well it's about time!  it's my second try, okay don't tell anyone now now (sshh!).  so urm, one can finally take my FTT and hopefully (prays very very very hard) one can pass one's driving this sept (yeahright).  this is what i want to drive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RlxC8kTxvQI/AAAAAAAAACU/wVbPKSCmhBI/s1600-h/2005_Jeep__Wrangler_Customized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RlxC8kTxvQI/AAAAAAAAACU/wVbPKSCmhBI/s400/2005_Jeep__Wrangler_Customized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070000888818547970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a jeep wrangler.  vroom vroom!  then i can be taller than every single car out on the road and roll over them all.  yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i'd rather be driven around then drive.  so, any takers?  driving today was with xiu, and later, met up with prata and fad and we chilled at westmall (boring!) for a while before heading to join mich and we wemt down to her place to chill.  life's really getting boring nowadays, nothing much to look forward to, just work, work and more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i want this book very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RlxE90TxvRI/AAAAAAAAACc/QXdjnA6A28M/s1600-h/2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RlxE90TxvRI/AAAAAAAAACc/QXdjnA6A28M/s400/2023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003109316640018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'll help me go to kino and get it (i'll pay you of cos), will gladly share my 20% discount with you! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9099092481571918873-2587522016932159742?l=ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/feeds/2587522016932159742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9099092481571918873&amp;postID=2587522016932159742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2587522016932159742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9099092481571918873/posts/default/2587522016932159742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ispeakinrhetorics.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-finally-drive.html' title='i can finally drive!'/><author><name>claire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z85/kittyinlace/n643191474_75181_5690-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YfMJnqa6OQE/RlxC8kTxvQI/AAAAAAAAACU/wVbPKSCmhBI/s72-c/2005_Jeep__Wrangler_Customized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
