<?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-8424617828748221812</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:04:08.385-06:00</updated><category term='i just feel like lying on my mum&apos;s tummy.'/><category term='pits of my life'/><category term='get this off my chest'/><category term='i misses soyabean'/><category term='Nuts about buns'/><category term='family matters'/><category term='Laughter is the best medicine.'/><category term='I shall perservere'/><category term='dreams come true'/><category term='I want an IPHONE'/><category term='stop pretending.'/><category term='feeling blue.'/><category term='the last push'/><category term='lost for words'/><category term='this is serious business'/><category term='last but not the least'/><category term='I don&apos;t want any tooth fairy'/><category term='neutral'/><category term='moody'/><category term='I feel like dancing=)'/><category term='Dresses rocks'/><category term='happy moments'/><category term='Pick-a-boo'/><category term='insane'/><category term='Where are you'/><category term='I did it again'/><category term='goodbye and sorrows'/><category term='Enjoy while you can'/><category term='I just love my blanket'/><category term='academic life'/><category term='looking forward to school'/><category term='i got your hints'/><category term='Shin chan is so cute.'/><category term='I wonder'/><category term='time is precious'/><category term='I enjoy my brother&apos;s company.'/><category term='kill me please'/><category term='I love Olivia&apos;s brain'/><category term='soyabean?'/><category term='crashing on you'/><category term='Bu-bu-Cha-Cha'/><category term='lost'/><category term='i fell iin love with celine dion and marie digby'/><category term='mad'/><category term='Soyabean&apos;s fruit'/><category term='soyabean'/><category term='success'/><category term='whoa oh'/><category term='my world revolves around u.'/><category term='a good start'/><category term='&apos;Chiong&apos; I could do it'/><category term='fear factor'/><category term='MUGGING'/><category term='cutest soyabean'/><category term='happy'/><category term='A torturous day without soya'/><category term='joy'/><category term='clueless'/><category term='craze'/><category term='save me'/><category term='I don&apos;t know.'/><category term='worrried'/><category term='daddy'/><category term='I - touchtouch'/><category term='plasters for poor soya.'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='wonder'/><category term='self control needed'/><category term='Don&apos;t assume. 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Reflect.'/><category term='screwed'/><category term='Opps'/><category term='indignant'/><category term='i love marie digby=)'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>lolipopsandcandies in myLALAland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7280290422549997517</id><published>2009-04-24T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:24:35.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I have moved to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://17th-mayhem.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7280290422549997517?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7280290422549997517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7280290422549997517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7280290422549997517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7280290422549997517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3099008893884894868</id><published>2009-01-15T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:46:36.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><title type='text'>School is starting!</title><content type='html'>It has been 3days since the release of O levels results and I must say that I'm quite satisfied with my results. The msg for the school is 12.1 and i scored 12 points for L1R5 which wasn't too bad, but neither was it good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied should be the word. But for sure I was extremely pleased about my english results which saved my entire life. For my entire life, I have never scored anything more than a C5 but this time round, and for the first time, i have scored a B3 which is god damn good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried, but that tears of joy for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english results are good, and that's a fact cause I only expected a 4 at the very most. BUT, after receiving the BIG news that Yi hao gotten an A2 for englsih, I do realised that miracles happens all the time. No offense but really I couldn't beleive that Yi hao could have gotten an A2 for english! For all i could remember is that time when the whole group of us laughed our hearts out about the victory composition that Yi hao wrote. It was damn hilarious, about the spraining of ankle and the name! Out of the whole wide world of names, he chose Ali to name the main character. Gosh. And the mention of the word, A-L-I reminded me of the malay boy with cury black hair featured in health education which we studied in primary school and that just draws the link between him and Yi hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't stop laughing at the mention of that composition, even till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about laughing, I think the TCC group had really mastered the highest level of laughing and that is- lauging at nothing. Isn't that cool? I mean how many people could be so insane like us to laugh at everything, including silence. That's the reason I called it the highest level of laughing. And of course, I'm the founder of this, cause obviously I'm the most insane one who laughs at almost anything. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;I almost laughed till I teared today. It's so tiring laughing, sometimes. But it is certainly enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some resons, maybe under the influence of my colleage, fyn I have become more insane than ever and I'm starting to like screaming whenever I feel high or happy. I know it sounds weird but it's seriously fun. Guess what's the first thing that I got home that day? The results day, I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally barged into my house, swinging my hands in the air with the Nan chiau skirt flapping behind me and screaming "Whee... I got a twelve, a twelve!" I ran to my mother's room and she's like "Okay, okay," with the same old expression in her face while my dad was like "okay lah". &lt;br /&gt;Gosh, are they my parents? I still have to shuffle the JAE book to him and FORCE him to take a glance at the courses offered before he randomly chose a few within minutes. Compared to the other parents, I think my parents are the weirdos of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and not to forget. Out of the pathetic 18 local colleges, I have chosen Nan Yang JC as my first choice, followed by MJC and TMJC. Of course, I would wish that I could get into NY because it is so near to my house and all my friends are just there. Most importantly, I love the culture and the people there are just so awesome and fun!!!!! I will do whatever it takes to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and please wish me luck=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3099008893884894868?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3099008893884894868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3099008893884894868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3099008893884894868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3099008893884894868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-is-starting.html' title='School is starting!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5280898152220783799</id><published>2009-01-07T11:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:49:57.695-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get this off my chest'/><title type='text'>butterflies in my tummy.</title><content type='html'>Uh huh, so the results is coming on the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like I am taking it cool but I'm not. For the past few hours in office, and in the MRT, I have been screaming out all of a sudden. Everyone thought I am going insane. My colleage commented that I should bang my head on the wall. And there's this guy (who is standing beside me while waiting for his burger) staring at me for seconds before returning his gaze back to his chicken burger. Okay, wadeva, I don't give a damn right now. At least screaming is way much better than bottling it down inside. Excrete my energy, wadeva you call it, is good. Worse of all, I have even screamed when I got into my dad's car before announcing to him about the news and he's like "yeah". FULLSTOP. SILENCE. Oh kays...*shrugs, i thought I'm talking to a stone*&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I have even screamed out a song instead of singing it and it's certainly doing good to my mental health. My mum also thought I'm insane as well. Laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kind of worn out right now, after all that big energy wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is pay day and I can't wait! Whooo...let's enjoy the days before THAT day. Please, please I want to do my hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5280898152220783799?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5280898152220783799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5280898152220783799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5280898152220783799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5280898152220783799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2009/01/butterflies-in-my-tummy.html' title='butterflies in my tummy.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8127060594731149593</id><published>2009-01-02T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:18:22.541-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><title type='text'>I want my hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, it's 2009 already. But yet, I feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I don't even think i have a life. Even if my life existed, it's all about working. Because of work, I have missed out so much fun time with the clique. I've not eaten ah ma's cooking for ages and I've not been listening to radio for my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, my life is so screwed, and I'm so out of the world affairs. Gosh, and worst of all, I DON'T EVEN HAVE MONEY TO DO MY HAIR! Gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sleeping for half of my holidays, did working for half of my life and had some fun for only 0.000000001 percent of my holiday. And now, I didn't even have the time to prepare Chirpy's present. AAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8127060594731149593?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8127060594731149593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8127060594731149593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8127060594731149593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8127060594731149593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-my-hair.html' title='I want my hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-9066358597990282237</id><published>2008-12-28T10:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:51:34.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed'/><title type='text'>i need  money!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SVeuezkMvVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S7KrRPzrN3M/s1600-h/Danielle_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SVeuezkMvVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S7KrRPzrN3M/s320/Danielle_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284884532003913042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just too much things to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to summarise my life into one word, that is "SRCEWED".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society isn't a very nice place. The compicated and ugly side of humans shows up and it's just sad and depressing to see the dark side of life. I don't know why but i am feeling really confused and upset about everything. Everything is so fake and you just don't get the real side of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though having a job means earning more money, and when having more money comes to my mind, it simply equals to more shopping, money always vanish before I could really spend it on REAL shopping. Take last month for example, for the 3hundred I have got, I spent around a hundred on my pilates course, sixty bucks on a skirt and probably 30bucks on food for just a day, and it just vanish right after that. And that sucks badly cause I've completely used up my 300bucks just 1 week right after my pay day. Don't u think that this is so ridiculous? Yeah, my spending habits amaze myself as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10years time,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I could vividly imagine myself in a mountain of debt and never having enough money to spend. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I really don't know where my money have gone and it is so freaky. For the upcoming pay, I already have to pay back my mum another 300bucks + 100bucks for investment + 100 bucks for my F.L clothes and there goes my $500. What's left is maybe 200bucks which is vital for my survial for next month transportation and food expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, what's left for me to do my hair! *screams* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-9066358597990282237?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/9066358597990282237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=9066358597990282237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9066358597990282237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9066358597990282237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-money.html' title='i need  money!!!!!!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SVeuezkMvVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/S7KrRPzrN3M/s72-c/Danielle_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3345769604091906362</id><published>2008-12-15T09:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:39:20.163-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>As busy as a bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SUaHpT6Sa2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tziLYiEwIGk/s1600-h/girlandgirl___________by_molkoidsister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SUaHpT6Sa2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tziLYiEwIGk/s320/girlandgirl___________by_molkoidsister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280056756927621986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellos. I'm back again to the blogging world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies whenever I'm working and without knowing, it's the month of December already. Gosh, just one month away to my nightmare. Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm very busy. Busy with work in F.L and my blogstore. I wish I had more money but whenever I had more money,I wish for even more money. It's human nature to be greedy I guess. I need money, lots of them, to do my hair, to go shopping, to sign up for courses... Some ever ending girly stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is supposedly the victim of everything. Now that I'm always outside, it's been sort of neglected and it's in a VERY BIG mess, with my clothes everywhere and my untided bed. Along with my new goods cramping around that small corner in my room, it looks a whole lot like a rubbish dump. HELP NEEDED! And so, this has added on to my mum's list for nagging at me. It never stops, in fact it gets worse every time. My life is screwed! Gosh, I need some serious planning skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next issue, the blog store. My mum isn't too happy about the idea of me opening a blogstore and is always ganging up with my dad about the risks that is involved, blah, blah. Okay mum, I know this long long time ago. I'm not born yesterday! Gosh, and this nagging gets on for several more days. Firstly, about the risks involved then secondly about the space that the goods are going to take up. For goodness sake, I know what I want and please stop picking on this issue. I've heard it a million times and since it's done then just stop nagging. Arghs. It's getting on my nerves, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get easily irritated these days. Mood swings come and go whenever it likes, and it gets worse with my ulcer and my two swollen toes. Everything is screwed up and sometimes, coupled with some minor events like missing my bus, I would explode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent explosion occurred yesterday. Factors that contributed to the explosion are many. &lt;br /&gt;First, rainy days. I hate rainy days, everything just gets so mixed up and wet. Gets me irritated and I hate that feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Second. my mum's nagging. Told you, it just gets worse. &lt;br /&gt;Third. My swollen toes and it's a torture walking. I need a wheelchair! &lt;br /&gt;Fourth. My painful ulcer that ruins my mood instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth. Missed bus73. Anger blooming inside already.&lt;br /&gt;sixth. My memory is failing me and I forgot to bring my ez-link along.&lt;br /&gt;Seventh. Called home and missed bus 76. NAGGING from mum, again.&lt;br /&gt;Eighth. Missed bus 73 while wailing for my dad to arrive with the ez-link.&lt;br /&gt;Ninth. Left with 15mins to reach Causeway,. the journey usually takes an hour. I'm so going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth: EXPLOSION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the office, told them I was feeling uncomfortable and head home after that. Midway, I stepped onto a muddy path of water and totally felt like screaming in the middle of the road. Gosh, everything is so uncomfortable. I stomped home, took a bathe and slept. Sleeping is the best remedy for me, and I certainly felt much better later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I went for my first Plates lesson today. It was kind of fun and an hour passed by like half an hour. In short, Plates is another form of yoga and it involves stretching your muscles, especially the targeted areas like stomach, thighs and arms. The effects are a toner and slimmer body, which I certainly yearn for, especially my thighs. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late already. Sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;Hope that my muscles wouldn't ache that much tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3345769604091906362?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3345769604091906362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3345769604091906362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3345769604091906362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3345769604091906362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-busy-as-bee.html' title='As busy as a bee'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SUaHpT6Sa2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tziLYiEwIGk/s72-c/girlandgirl___________by_molkoidsister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3282440682476867966</id><published>2008-12-02T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:49:08.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><title type='text'>working= routine</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've blogged. Work has been a little tiring. But it is still cool as i get to see hunks every now and then, especially when i'm in charge of the guys section. Haha. I really think that Eurasions guys are sauve!! Their noses are so long and their features are certainly better looking than Asians. Gosh, they looked like Edwards but sometimes I just couldn't get what aare they going on about, so I would just nod and smile. Hahs, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I usually start work at 3pm therefore I have a handful of time to do my stuffs in the morning, like now. Right now, I'm still left with 30minutes before I put on my make-up and head for work. Life with work is kind of routine definitely; Work-sleep-eat-PC. Everyday when I stroll through City link and Suntec, the things never fails to tempt me to go shopping!! When would the time come when I could hold a handful of 100bucks notes and go shopping? Ho-hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, I met up with MeiJun and went to Suntec together. For work purpose, that is. It took me quite a while to recognise her as her hair is so flat and straight! But I got kind of used to it after that. She visited me in my store later on but didn't buy cause the prices were kind of steep. Well, it was expected. Even after staff discount, a simple dress could cost 50bucks! I am still thinking whether I should buy that forget me not dress which I tried on yesterday. Together with a cardigan, the whole set cost like 86bucks! Gosh, maybe I would just get the dress then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! Off to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3282440682476867966?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3282440682476867966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3282440682476867966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3282440682476867966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3282440682476867966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-routine.html' title='working= routine'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1778462964639872703</id><published>2008-11-24T09:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:36:04.292-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a good start'/><title type='text'>life's a rollercoaster ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSrX8lgZG6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Luc_QsC8Rn4/s1600-h/9811c035f8cdbf78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSrX8lgZG6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Luc_QsC8Rn4/s320/9811c035f8cdbf78.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272263749650684834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today is awesome! I have made 4 deals and which gave me some instant happiness and confidence for the day! Whoots, I'm so glad that I'm able to communicate better with the customers and project my voice so much better than last time these days! Hahas, self satisfaction is what I've got today, and I'm proud of it=D (Ignore me, I'm just a bit mad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, tomorrow is the off-day for me for this week. And currently, I'm spending it for the class outing at ECP, AGAIN! No, I do not want to darken my vulnerable skin any further and neither do I want to exhaust my muscles again. There's work the next day remember?! Gosh, I've just REALISED THAT I'm so carried away with work and it's just prioritising over everything! I felt like a grown up nowadays, just one without those Gucci and LV goods, that's all. lol. &lt;br /&gt;Despite the risk that I'm taking chances for my skin tomorrow, I'm actually quite glad to attend this as it is probably, the last gathering and memory of 4E forever. However, from what I've heard from Nigel, only a pathetic group of 23 people are turning up tomorrow which totally saddens me. Hello, class bonding time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... 4E is so going to break soon. We are constantly dividing ourselves in every second without even notice. But after all, what could I expect? 4E is actually not that closely knitted compared to class4H last year, and if we were, I bet everyone would definitely turn up tomorrow, which obviously isn't the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just let it be. Anyways, we are going on separate ways after this, so just let the 23 of us treasure this precious time together tomorrow. I'm just feeling disappointed at the class response that's all. &lt;br /&gt;Have a good night sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1778462964639872703?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1778462964639872703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1778462964639872703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1778462964639872703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1778462964639872703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-today-is-awsome-i-have-made-4.html' title='life&apos;s a rollercoaster ride'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSrX8lgZG6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Luc_QsC8Rn4/s72-c/9811c035f8cdbf78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3731924302057776197</id><published>2008-11-23T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:27:56.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a good start'/><title type='text'>Tiring yet fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSmEhrbnWTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/rqo1NAtW96s/s1600-h/5068_by_Amelee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSmEhrbnWTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/rqo1NAtW96s/s320/5068_by_Amelee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271890552942975282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat. My spine is aching and the balls in my feets are so painful whenever I took a step. Working is indeed, so tiring. Even sitting down on a hard stone chair is a luxury to me now, not to mention sleeping. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second day but I am getting used to the working environment already. My collages were rather nice people and they joke with me every now and then. The supervisor isn't really strict either, she takes time to patiently teach me on stuffs and that's good. Now that I'm comfortable in my workplace, I could barely feel the boredom creeping up. Time passes rather fast but yet slow whenever I thought of the pain in my feet. Other than that, everything is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today I've finally met my boss aka the monster. He dropped by rather early today, at three which is impossibly early as he usually did so at 6pm. Luckily, I wasn't slacking at the moment and was busy tying ribbons on the dresses when I spotted a man wearing a cap with jeans, busy scrutinising for minor details at the shirt modelled outside. It was then when chill ran down my spine and instill some fear in me which forced me to push harder despite the pain in my feets. I avoided meeting his gaze and tried to station myself at the furthest distance away from him whenever he is in store. He looked so fierce and stern which makes my uncomfortable whenever he's in the shop. I heaved a sigh of relief with he left but then, he came in the the second and then the third time. It totally freaks me out! At last, we finally 'met' when he ordered me to see him, which I totally dragged my feets to the counter, like some lamb entering a tiger's dome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, I'm so going to die, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the small conversation which lasted for at least 5minutes, I actually find him a friendly person. That's all, all that I've remembered when I was so scared. lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, there's still a long way to day and I've a lot to learn!&lt;br /&gt;See yeah, off to have some beauty sleep=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Saw Jia Wen and Estelle today! What a small world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3731924302057776197?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3731924302057776197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3731924302057776197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3731924302057776197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3731924302057776197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiring-yet-fun.html' title='Tiring yet fun'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSmEhrbnWTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/rqo1NAtW96s/s72-c/5068_by_Amelee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3872818129178388083</id><published>2008-11-22T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:13:40.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a good start'/><title type='text'>Aahhh...</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm already back in Singapore 2 days ago, but I'm too lazy and tired to blog about anything. Overall, the Genting trip was average, just like what I've expected. Though it caters to various age groups, offering a wide variety of experiences such as shopping, movies, games, live shows... it does not really appeal to me that much. Oh well, maybe only for the first part. But truthfully, I don't really see the point of travelling to such distant places which does not prove to be an eye opener for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to see if those things are what we could see and experience in Singapore? The thing about Genting is that it is a man-made attraction and therefore does not really appeal to me. Maybe to kids, yes, but for young adults like us, it is much less enjoyable. Genting is more like a theme park and not so much on the sight-seeing kind of stuffs. I do not really count myself as a young adult but probably more like an grown up cause seriously, nothing amazes me except shopping. Alright, I admit I've no childhood. But as for the cool climate, I guess it is something worth to be there for, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I've FINALLY started working. &lt;br /&gt;It was quite tiring and troublesome at times though, but overall it was quite interesting. In a way, it is enjoyable as we are admiring clothes as we worked, but standing there non-stop for hours is seriously NOT enjoyable, instead tiring. Well, that's the only part I detest about the job.&lt;br /&gt;In total, I've earned $40 today and it's of course, a great achievement. Hahs, just kidding. Otherwise, not talking about the money part, I guess the job also offers me an experience of dealing with customers and the way how shops actually operate and might even assist me in my future career plans. Just on the first day of work, I have learnt on how they organised their stocks, arranged their clothing and on how they promote their goods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the time being, my legs really ache and my spine really felt like cracking. I guess, it's time for me to turn in. Sweet dreams=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3872818129178388083?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3872818129178388083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3872818129178388083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3872818129178388083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3872818129178388083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/aahhh.html' title='Aahhh...'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-418929179179284990</id><published>2008-11-19T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:58:01.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clueless'/><title type='text'>Twilight craze</title><content type='html'>The Twilight movie is coming on threatres soon. And uh, just some pictures to add on to the craze going on in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1csuKFXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Y5v9GZMmQqQ/s1600-h/2596512361_b0a7f98941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1csuKFXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Y5v9GZMmQqQ/s320/2596512361_b0a7f98941.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692543645914482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1P7U7AJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LnIFPE36Gc0/s1600-h/2930189525_edf44d04b8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1P7U7AJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/LnIFPE36Gc0/s320/2930189525_edf44d04b8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692324228300946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PsJuPWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WV2gBGPthu0/s1600-h/2930214541_21b6074781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PsJuPWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WV2gBGPthu0/s320/2930214541_21b6074781.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692320154795362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PShTaFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-7vXz5gZMz0/s1600-h/2931073090_b3101cecc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PShTaFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-7vXz5gZMz0/s320/2931073090_b3101cecc0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692313274378322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PWayExI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hoCsZuppFfw/s1600-h/2931070958_ab2a56cda7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PWayExI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hoCsZuppFfw/s320/2931070958_ab2a56cda7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692314320769810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PPM4GUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/juI25XbEDJE/s1600-h/2173018255_c817ebf94c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1PPM4GUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/juI25XbEDJE/s320/2173018255_c817ebf94c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269692312383396162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them looks so sweet together! &lt;br /&gt;p.s I'm still in Genting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-418929179179284990?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/418929179179284990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=418929179179284990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/418929179179284990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/418929179179284990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-craze.html' title='Twilight craze'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSG1csuKFXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Y5v9GZMmQqQ/s72-c/2596512361_b0a7f98941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2315092587622731434</id><published>2008-11-18T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:40:00.811-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams come true'/><title type='text'>I adore long hair!</title><content type='html'>I miss my long hair terribly much. &lt;br /&gt;Ever since that bob hairstyle, I had been blaming myself for making such a rush decision, and worse, for such a dumb reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like my hair to be long, to be able to reach those lenghts where my hair could touch my spine, and when I could curl them into wavy strands. But now, it remains at a pathetic shoulder lenght height which obviously, is still quite a distance from my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time it requires? 8months or probably a year? &lt;br /&gt;No. I could not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe getting hair extensions is the only option. Over the past few weeks, I've been bombarding myself with questions related to hair issues. Keeping my hair like that is definitely a no-no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've made up my mind to do hair extensions + cut + colouring. I've already done my homework and certain of which salon to go to and who to look for, all I need is the pay next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee... it's gonna be my dream come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2315092587622731434?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2315092587622731434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2315092587622731434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2315092587622731434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2315092587622731434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-adore-long-hair.html' title='I adore long hair!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-196955282298544336</id><published>2008-11-17T10:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:39:23.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye and sorrows'/><title type='text'>books are part of me</title><content type='html'>It's 12 plus already and in 5hours' time, I shall be out of Singapore! Okays, at least it's something to rejoice about though it is just a 3days trip to Genting. At least it beats slacking at home and doing nothing Rights? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is the official last day that I could go out before work starts, I decided to do something meaningful and that's selling my books. Alright, I know it's no big deal but I treasure this trip a lot. The day before my holiday was not spent packing my clothing but spent finding a second master for my precious books. At least the day had not gone to waste at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was a rush decision though. My mum's nagging was all it takes to motivate me to get it done, once and for all. Seriously, I think all females posses this incredible ability and that is to nag non-stop for days and even months! Especially when they reached the big FOUR-ZERO and everyone starts calling them aunties, that's when the hormones kicks in and the deadly menopause takes over their minds. Ever after, our whole family suffers in dead silence and we never experience peace.(exaggerated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Pearl and Jia Rui at Compass and headed to Bras Pasah, which was later joined by Nigel. Though I am still, very reluctant to sell my books, I forced myself to think that it would be a 'better future' for them. I convinced myself that bookworms who treasure every single page of my books would be their next master and chanted it in my head throughout the trip. So it was either the previous bookstore that we bought our TYSes from or the bigger bookstore with greater variety. We thought that the previous bookstore uncle was too qian da so we chose the bigger bookstore instead. A much amiable uncle, but still another Indian, greeted us and persuaded us to sell the books for just $0.50 per kilogram. At first, I was stunned as these books are brought for more than 10bucks per copy. How could they do that? It's like they have became some worthless banana notes overnight. But alright, for the sake of my books, I sold them for just 6bucks for 25cm-tall pile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if I have betrayed my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the money and stuffed it in my pouch. Goodbye my books. My heart etched increasing with each step I took. All my stars, all my apples are gone, forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you all always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSGp_L4ohQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xmueeO-Yats/s1600-h/S5001432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSGp_L4ohQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xmueeO-Yats/s320/S5001432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269679941987370242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining days that we spend shall be marked by these photos. Our friendship shall not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Me. Nigel. Pearl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-196955282298544336?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/196955282298544336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=196955282298544336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/196955282298544336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/196955282298544336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/books-are-part-of-me.html' title='books are part of me'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSGp_L4ohQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xmueeO-Yats/s72-c/S5001432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1818438776091168772</id><published>2008-11-16T10:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:05:47.972-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye and sorrows'/><title type='text'>books are part of me</title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what you have, cause you'll never know when it would just vanish from your sight, completely and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the holidays, given the free time that I have, I had been thinking. Thinking of a lot of things that had happened in life, and all the questions that contradicts itself or have just led me to no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've finished packing all my books and they are ready to be sent away, to somewhere I do not know. Despite the success, I'm feeling down, kind of upset that something that had once been so much part of my life, must be sent away. These books, are not just lifeless objects, they are once part of my life, my life-companions, and is part of all my sweat and toil. I'm reluctant to send them away. Seeing them drifting away from me is kind of heart breaking. I know I might sound crazy but THIS is what I really feel. I'm unwilling to let them go but I've no other choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to say goodbye, you have no other choice but to agree to saying goodbye too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBStanbxgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X8xI7TksSfs/s1600-h/n583442434_980439_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBStanbxgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X8xI7TksSfs/s320/n583442434_980439_1285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269302504215791106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBStFOa6bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DYR9b4PI2U4/s1600-h/n583442434_980451_4593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBStFOa6bI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DYR9b4PI2U4/s320/n583442434_980451_4593.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269302498473732530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBSs-IAgHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0-oiNFh_o80/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBSs-IAgHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0-oiNFh_o80/s320/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269302496567787634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBSsLg_H9I/AAAAAAAAAco/rLojZrH2muk/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBSsLg_H9I/AAAAAAAAAco/rLojZrH2muk/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269302482982346706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBSrktxEkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Rp4B5RMuNcM/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBSrktxEkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Rp4B5RMuNcM/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269302472566968898" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1818438776091168772?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1818438776091168772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1818438776091168772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1818438776091168772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1818438776091168772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/appreciate-what-you-have-cause-youll.html' title='books are part of me'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SSBStanbxgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/X8xI7TksSfs/s72-c/n583442434_980439_1285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3300888810260421386</id><published>2008-11-15T05:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:31:55.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop. Ponder. Reflect.'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>The third day of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I looked VERY tanned. My face is olive-tinted and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outing yesterday was alright, we ended off with a touching note contributed by everyone. However, it left me so exhausted that all of us hailed a cab home. So drained out, I sunk right into my bed straight after blogging. My sleep was undisturbed until my dad woke me up with his loud, angry voice. I guess, my two piles of books had irritated him which I know of no reason. &lt;br /&gt;Okays, wadeva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I portrayed him kicking the pile of books and was prepared to see my books shattered all around the floor. But I just pretended sleeping, I'm too afraid of waking up and witnessing the anger flashing in his eyes. It is just too scary to imagine. So, the silence reigns and my heart continued thrashing against my rib-cage. That was the only sound that dominated my mind all the while till I plucked up my courage to "officially" wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books were fine, to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dashed down to have my breakfast, hoping to avoid the storm going on right upstairs. I thought everything was going to be fine until the pile of books no longer greeted me. A similar scene registered in my mind. Deja Vu, the piles of books were no longer there and were shattered all over the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, my dad had just exploded. I have just witnessed the first sign of the hurricane that was approaching real soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does men undergo some hormone changes, too? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes again against the blinding light and the whole scene repeated itself, again and again in the back of my mind. I shifted my weight to my left foot and closed in to observe the details. Indeed, his anger had dominated him and the books that which is originally placed at the bottom had been damged with the corners bent, folded like some dog ears. I hastily swept the books which obstructed my doorway and closed the doors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like crying but I would like to be left alone. I did not want anyone to witness my face of horror. I need to think, is this a sign that the books demanded immediate attention or is my dad trying to imply that he could not tolerate my laziness anymore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I never thought that my books have the ability to invite trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy and exhausted to pack the books again, I just lay on my bed wile tiredness consumed me and drifted me to sleep. An escape from reality, even for just a moment is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped lunch and finally woke up when my dad disturbed me again, with his urgent knocks. It was six and it had been at least, 5hours, since the whole event happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that I am no longer tired, I shall start packing my books, once and for all. I shall not let these books evoke some hatred or awkwardness between my dad and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice:&lt;br /&gt;By the way, tmr's badminaton and basketball session is still on and please inform me if you are coming! Those who have already confrimed with me are: Jason, Ernest, Pearl, Nigel and Jiajia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3300888810260421386?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3300888810260421386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3300888810260421386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3300888810260421386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3300888810260421386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4302029112489486883</id><published>2008-11-14T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:55:51.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill me please'/><title type='text'>Great reward but bad results</title><content type='html'>DANGER ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in such an awful colour right now. Oh freak, what had happened to my lovely skin colour?! From head to toe, I am soaked in horrid black other than my neck and chest area which is in some flaming red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh judge, the innocent shouldn't suffer. My skin had done no evil and its the guilty that should be punished. The sun IS the gulity. Where is the justice? Return my colour back. No malanine shall retain in my skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that the siuation could be this bad until I went to bathe just a few minutes ago. Though I had been under the sun for quite long hours, I didn't know that my skin would turn THIS tanned. And please, sunkissed look = tanned = BAD. So sunkissed look is just a better vocabulary word choice then tanned. Alright, I know that I have only myslef to blame. Though I wore a long cargidan to the beach, hoping to protect it against the harmful UV rays, I was too lazy to apply another layer of sunblock. Worse still, my limbs were left exposed under the big hot sun without any protection. And so, this is what I get- a horrible BLACK colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4302029112489486883?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4302029112489486883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4302029112489486883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4302029112489486883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4302029112489486883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/danger-alert-i-am-in-such-awful-colour.html' title='Great reward but bad results'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6565461051155952994</id><published>2008-11-13T10:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:21:23.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRxTjpJ1JpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g9D-6cbjyS0/s1600-h/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRxTjpJ1JpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g9D-6cbjyS0/s320/me1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268177535924250258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRxTjXQz9pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aMNv0q9dUZE/s1600-h/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRxTjXQz9pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/aMNv0q9dUZE/s320/Image113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268177531121694354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRxTi83ApZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/X_hwAD7cErU/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRxTi83ApZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/X_hwAD7cErU/s320/Image112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268177524034151826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget about the graduation day photos. Hehes, I didn't get all of them yet but here's my small collection for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6565461051155952994?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6565461051155952994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6565461051155952994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6565461051155952994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6565461051155952994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yes-before-i-forget-about-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRxTjpJ1JpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/g9D-6cbjyS0/s72-c/me1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1790290270056190064</id><published>2008-11-13T08:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:06:45.237-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a good start'/><title type='text'>The first day my life</title><content type='html'>The first day of my new life started off pretty mundane-ly. As usual, it started off with a eat breakfast and watch television kind of morning. But finally, it's a day when I could catch my channel 8 drama in peace, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty boring, huh. Unexpectedly, the Pure Sciences people decided to catch some movies in Nigel's house so I went for it too. However, the movie session turned out to be a failure as soon as we, girls set our eyes upon the majong sets. So there we go, playing the majong while watching Hairspray. I would say multitasking is definitely one of the female strenghts.And I definitely would love to dance right after that. lol, and I'm serious. Well, everyone laughed at my suggestion after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times have I repeated this but holidays are really boring. I hate to live such a aimless life, even if it occupies just a small period of my lifetime. Wasting time like that isn't a pretty wise thing to do. For the past few days, I've been clearing all the Secondary school books and files in my room, and I must comment that it is a real torure. As in, the decision making part. Neither do I want to dump them into the bin nor do I want to recycle them. You know, its hard work for me to accumulate all these precious notes and assessments books. And it really breaks my heart to dump them, so much a waste of paper, and ink as well. Oh well, probably this only applies to study freaks like me. I bet most of you here could not even wait to burn these books in fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...but still, the annual clearing event has not ended yet, and so is my mum's endless nagging. I'm still pondering about which books to donate, which books to pass on for the next generation- my brother, and which to sell. Okays, the last option is definitely my last resort. Maybe you might not really understand my situation unless you take a peek at the amount of books I have. Well, probably a photo next time should help?! A picture tells a thousand words, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the topic. &lt;br /&gt;As tomorrow happened to be the long-waited BBQ gathering for my 2e clique, I set off for a mission to Plaza Singapura after the majong session which I have won 2 out of 4 rounds. Not bad, huh. As planned, Ang Sian and I headed to Carefour with a very tight budget and returned with three big bags of grocery and stuffs. After that, we headed to Toast Box for some, I guess, high tea. The hot milk tea coupled with the thick peanut toast is such wonderful match and of course, a delight for my taste buds. We chit-chatted till 8pm when her dad fetched us to East Coast to take a look at our BBQ pit. Since my convincing speech still failed to persuade my dad to allow me to stay over at A.S house, I returned home right after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow is the last gathering for us, I bet there must be a lot of photo-taking sessions. Sighs...blame my luck. these pimples have indeed, chosen such a perfect timing to bud through my skin. It will never be the same again. Though the pimple outbreak had happened almost a week ago, some of it is still as sturdy and strong as ever, even after the constant attacks from my pimple cream. OH GOD, SAVE ME! Right now, my face have been left with one REALLY oblivious scar right on the middle of my cheek. Yeah, just right there in the middle. Oh god, please save me and pray that their 8 mega pix cameras would break down tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I believe that just a 2 mega-pixes camera is enough. And I shall support this idea by, just bringing my trusty hand phone cum my camera tomorrow. It shall be very fine then. Wish me luck=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1790290270056190064?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1790290270056190064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1790290270056190064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1790290270056190064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1790290270056190064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day-my-life.html' title='The first day my life'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7746148546424972927</id><published>2008-11-12T07:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:59:08.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye and sorrows'/><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>Erm...I don't know how to begin this with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, so everything is really over. Yes, the truth is finally out and well, I sort of expected it so it wasn't too bad. I'm really fine. It is not really worth of my time to dwell on it anyways. (Takes a deep breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so if that's the case, my official new lease of life starts tomorrow. At least, it's the day that 'O' levels is finally over for everyone. The pure biology students are here to join us and yay, more people to celebrate the holidays with. I don't really believe that the 'O's just ended up like that, without any proper celebration and just so insignificant. Probably everyone is just too tired to say anything, or maybe we did not really slog that hard after all. No offense to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel anything at all, maybe just a little taken aback on how things have happened in the 'O' ordeal. Many things aren't really expected and sometimes, in fact, (I feel that) most of the time, hard work doesn't pay off. I don't really understand or know why, but it just doesn't apply to me. Thi sis how things work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so lets look on the brighter side of life. I healed my wound as I read the last book of the twilight series- Breaking dawn. It is a fantastic read and I really enjoyed on how things ended. Aw, so Edward and Bella are together forever (and I really mean forever), with the new addition of Renesmee. Perfect ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks everyone for everything. I am grateful to have u guys as my friends, serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a couple more days to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7746148546424972927?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7746148546424972927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7746148546424972927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7746148546424972927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7746148546424972927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-9007961477182695887</id><published>2008-11-11T06:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:34:46.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pits of my life'/><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>Oh, the 'O's are finally over, and i don't feel really anything at all. The combined science MCQ today is pretty much expected, easy except for a couple of questions. Though there isn't really that much of emotions coursing through me, I must say that, at least I felt relived. Relived that everything had really ended, relived that our freedom is finally here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered about the promise we had, doing mad shopping sprees right after the 'O'lvels. But now, the promise seemed broken, isn't it? Probably in some way, our promise did remain unbroken as I did head for some shopping in Orchard this evening. But it was kind of boring, and without much money in our pockets, nothing really captivated my attention. Sighs... I never really felt this restless before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home after 3 hours of shopping. I was dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am officially broke, again. I really wonder how long must this torture last. But one thing for sure, the is one source of my tired-ness and boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, Money, I need money! I need to start work as soon as posssible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-9007961477182695887?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/9007961477182695887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=9007961477182695887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9007961477182695887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9007961477182695887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-9053714387280135395</id><published>2008-11-09T05:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:12:45.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill me please'/><title type='text'>pimples, pimples go away</title><content type='html'>One, two and three irritating red, angry pimples on my face! My face used to be so flawless and fair last time. But now, it is ruined by three gigantic pimples looking more like active volcanoes each day!!! Oh, my poor face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worse than a pimple outbreak especially when you have so much time to stare at the mirror all day. Arghs... I'm so going to buy that nec-tech acne spot sticker that is being advertised on 987FM every now and then. I REALLY REALLY hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, just a few years back, I did tried it before but it didn't work. The worst thing is not that it didn't work but the explanation part to my grandma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still vividly remember that day over lunch. It was a fine day when she asked me why am I looking like an Indian. And she totally ruined my day. No offense to the Indians, and I'm not racist. Apparently, I had a large pimple right in the middle of my forehead and so is the sticker. Well, to make things worse, it is round in shape, just that it's transparent in colour instead of some attention grabbing red. Okay, so this is how I am being called 'like an Indian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, this time round, the pimple is not on the middle of my forehead but instead, in the middle of my left cheek. Why is my pimples always lying in the middle of things?! Must be some auspicious spot, huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: I'm so excited for my job! But the rules to abide are quite strict though. We are only allowed to wear black clothes paired with covered-toes shoes. And this sucks big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-9053714387280135395?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/9053714387280135395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=9053714387280135395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9053714387280135395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9053714387280135395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/pimples-pimples-go-away.html' title='pimples, pimples go away'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5043715780440153466</id><published>2008-11-08T10:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:18:55.557-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><title type='text'>Forget the past, move on.</title><content type='html'>Since time seemed to be crawling these days and the days seemed to be stretching into eternity, I shall do &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause currently everyone rants about how I was always looking like the mother among them all, I have decided to dress really young yesterday. And I mean young! I took out the mini skirt that I have not worn in ages, like since secondary one and paired it with a spaghetti strap, a pair of heels and my hot pink nails. Oh, and I guess that is the only day that I wasn't criticised of dressing up too mature-ly. Arghs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaints aside. So eventually, the four of us; Pearl, Jolyn, Nigel and I met up at Compass and headed for Bugis after lunch at Yoshinoya. Bugis wasn't a great hangout for me so it has been some time since I had been there. As usual, the food there still looks very inviting and the place is still as crowded. We bought the tickets for HSM3 first and headed down to Bras Basah next to grab some TYS. It was then I found out that I have LOST MY ENTIRE SAVINGS!! I wasn't sure where i have dropped it but for sure, it was either in Yoshinoya or Bugis. And it was bad luck! Bad luck! Bad luck! Though I was still very much disheartened and dismayed at the sudden loss of my ang pao together with my birthday money inside, I still trudged my feets to the movie threatre and watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I heard lots of reviews about HSM3 but I don't think it was THAT good after all. It was too much of a musical and it had no plot. Worse of all, it was more like a comedy, and magical show maybe? The ridiculous part came when Troy and the curly hair guy rolled under the truck and BOOM! turned into little kids. This time round, I was sure it was magic as the little guy still has the same curly hair and was still wearing the same shirt! Amazing, isn't it? For sure, High School Comedy/ Magical sounds better. &lt;br /&gt;Okays, so eventually the movie did make me a little less depressed than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we did a little window shopping here and there and went MacDonald for snack as all of us were broke. I am left with a shiny 5cents, Nigel with $6 and Pearl with $6?! At that moment, I recalled on Mr Seah's survival story about how the 100 bucks hidden under his shoe saved his life, or he would be stranded with some orang Utans?! And it had indeed, created some humour during our restless snack. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRXH9XxtlgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SW5fPNsvnJE/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRXH9XxtlgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SW5fPNsvnJE/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266335196448134658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, We took a picture with Kim and friends. Pearl had to attend her dance lessons while me and Nigel went off to pass the Wenxin-LX group their TYSs. After much talking on the phone, we met them at PS and took the same train back home. It was a pretty large group though. It's such a pity that we missed the opportunity of taking a photograph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home, ate dinner and slept before waking up at 8.30am today. To make it short, I headed for the interview today and was recruited! My branch is at Suntec City which isn't really convenient for me. Oh well, but it doesn't matter cause with the money as my motivation I believe that i would pull through. Yays=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5043715780440153466?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5043715780440153466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5043715780440153466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5043715780440153466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5043715780440153466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/forget-past-move-on.html' title='Forget the past, move on.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRXH9XxtlgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SW5fPNsvnJE/s72-c/DSC00809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6327046704468475407</id><published>2008-11-08T07:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:04:28.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill me please'/><title type='text'>what a boring life</title><content type='html'>If I said life had been great, would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages ago, I promised myself not to touch the books after the big 'O's. Ages ago I looked forward to the end of 'O's and hoped for the days to dwindle faster. Now, as our dreams is becoming a reality, and in just 3 more days and we would be free, shouldn't we pop some champagne and party till night? lol. Isn't this what we have been looking forward to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer has all along been a definite yes ever since the hustle and bustle of secondary 4 life started. But now, I seriously doubt it. Life isn't that great without studying, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the 'O's had not officially ended, I have already tuned into my 'slacker mode'. Come on, admit it, everyone is slacking already. I have not touched the books since the pure geography paper ended, and seriously isn't planning to do so till tomorrow. Though the past two days had been quite stress-free without being bothered by schoolwork and stuffs, it is...not that enjoyable after all. In fact, this is the most boring phrase of my life. And I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING, BORING, BORING, I have absolutely nothing to do. I am so getting immune to everything is the world. There isn't anything that evokes excitement nor joy in me. Add a little sparkle to my life? Yes, what? I would pay a million bucks for it. GET my adrenaline running! Get my heart racing! Get my eyes sparkle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gets so boring, I really wouldn't really mind replying PROJECTONE sms. And this is bad, very bad. The very first sign to appear from someone suffering from depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;Television? nah. &lt;br /&gt;Computer? nah. &lt;br /&gt;Shopping? nah, I TOTALLY LOST MY SAVINGS, REMEMBER? ok, maybe... the situation is not that bad. After all, I am still left with a shiny 5-cent coin?! &lt;br /&gt;High school musical? nah, I just watched it yesterday and, I really thought that it should be called High School Comedy instead.&lt;br /&gt;YouTube? nah, it gets boring after some time.&lt;br /&gt;Dota? nah, not interested.&lt;br /&gt;Gossip? Oh, I just had one.&lt;br /&gt;Food? nah, I have just eaten my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper? I have read it thrice today.&lt;br /&gt;Curling my eyelashes? Oh, I have just used 1.5 hours to do that?!&lt;br /&gt;Paint my nails? nah, I just changed mine from hot pink to some sparkling ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you get it? My life is so boring! (and I'm only sixteen!)&lt;br /&gt;How would I be able to pull through another 60 years or so? Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you take me to the moon, please? Or maybe, I should start counting the number of hairs I have on my body, and probably...break the world record?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6327046704468475407?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6327046704468475407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6327046704468475407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6327046704468475407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6327046704468475407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-boring-life.html' title='what a boring life'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5697800510387658367</id><published>2008-11-06T08:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:52:20.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last but not the least'/><title type='text'>our freedom drawing near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRMQMPCErFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xUk0i2VZFRg/s1600-h/7a0f9c27959ef459bc3dbf14363e1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRMQMPCErFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xUk0i2VZFRg/s320/7a0f9c27959ef459bc3dbf14363e1943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265570191705943122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT:Today marks the end for all major 'O'Papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, just one last paper and we are free!! Freedom is drawing near, so close that I could almost taste it. Mmm...Yummy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Geography paper today was not too bad. Actually, everything was not too bad, just "ok-lorh"; so-so. Since we our fate has been sealed and we do not have the power to change anything, my suggestion is: close our eyes and pray hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, let's escape to our temporary shelter and taste a bit, just...abit, of freedom. Share our dirty secrets, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;These four weeks flew by us so unknowingly. Oh...'O's is just like that?! Wow, my four years of hard work has just vanished into thin air within these mere weeks. How could our knowledge be tested by these mere questions?! And worse, determine our fate and alter our future paths? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few questions, indeed, carry lots of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So currently, today marks the last day that the class is spending together, the level is spending together and the day when soyabean is out of my life. Something worth being happy for, something worth being etched in my heart for. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic. So, during this "O' ordeal, a couple of events happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Headline news: A lightning struck my house rooftop! (adapted from Seconds before Disaster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my SS(Sexy Seah) papers, the ominous clouds drew near, hiding the sun and drawing darkness. Within seconds, huge drops of rain splashes down towards the earth followed by a thunderous roar that pierced the silence. A foreboding sign? Soon and in the speed of light, a bolt of lightning struck. Not that house nor this but &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; house; the roof top that is. It sent the whole house lying in the corner of Jansen Road crumbling into pieces and burning to ashes within seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the truth is, the lightning was so great that my brother claims that his ear drums almost exploded. The next thing we knew is that, WE ARE BEING CUT OFF FROM THE WORLD. This time round, I really wonder if my ear drums have gone wrong. Somehow miraculously, the lightning sent a current of electricity so strong that it blew my mio mordem. It turned into a useless junk within seconds and from then on, life had been really bbbooorrriiinnngggg. With the Internet down and the house phone down, we were left with nothing to do, except for the television shows. &lt;br /&gt;So unexpectedly, the box (that does not seem that attractive afterall) became our hero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so restless, I started searching for free games on my computer and found this interesting card game called 'Hearts', and had been addicted to it since. At the very least, it gets my brain moving and it improves my IQ. &lt;br /&gt;A blessing in disguise maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT HEADLINE NEWS: I found a job!&lt;br /&gt;NEXT HEADLINE NEWS: I found a job!!&lt;br /&gt;NEXT HEADLINE NEWS: I found a job!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eh...but this is not yet confirmed as I'm heading for the interview this weekend. Oh well... but still, this is still worth celebrating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping sprees, here I come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5697800510387658367?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5697800510387658367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5697800510387658367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5697800510387658367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5697800510387658367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-freedom-drawing-near.html' title='our freedom drawing near'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SRMQMPCErFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/xUk0i2VZFRg/s72-c/7a0f9c27959ef459bc3dbf14363e1943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2796209279298729433</id><published>2008-10-31T09:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:34:40.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>I don't really care</title><content type='html'>In a couple more days, our 'O' levels would be over and our Secondary school life shall come to an end. Whether if it is going to end well or not, everything shall stop. FULL STOP. YES, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the remaining days before my (hopefully)JC life starts, I shall live my life to the fullest, do a makeover and burn my books. Lol, I'm just kidding for the last part.&lt;br /&gt;Since nothing could be done without money, I have decided to work. I haven't found a job yet but I believe that somehow a job would drop down from the sky. Just kidding, right now I am still searching high and low for a suitable one. So, in the midst searching for a job, yes, probably it is time for me to finally, sit down and be a couch potato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I will be going on a holiday with my family to the nearby Gentling Highlands &lt;br /&gt;for 3days. Then, maybe I shall start my movie and drama Marathon while getting my nails done, with Hot Pink?! That would be great, it's been a long time since I have decorate my nails!&lt;br /&gt;Next, I shall be heading to Bangkok!!! My mum had agreed to sponsor me for a shopping spree in Bangkok!! Whee... I swear I would bring like a million dollars there to shop till my legs drop. Whether it is recession or not, I'm going there. No one is going to stop me. Mann...I couldn't wish for more. I love you, mummy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays...these are all the main details but of course there is a lot of things I wanna get done, such as:&lt;br /&gt;1) Getting my hair perm/ rebond (Mummy is sponsoring it!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn French&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn cookery&lt;br /&gt;4) Learn a new sport; Tennis/Yoga&lt;br /&gt;5) Open an online shop&lt;br /&gt;6) Read a lot of books&lt;br /&gt;7) Learn more about philosophy&lt;br /&gt;8) Learn about the Art of War&lt;br /&gt;9) Have fine dining.&lt;br /&gt;10)Learn to apply make-up&lt;br /&gt;11)Grow taller through skipping&lt;br /&gt;12)Whiten my whole body&lt;br /&gt;13)Improve my English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, go on a shopping spree!!&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need my retail therapy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2796209279298729433?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2796209279298729433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2796209279298729433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2796209279298729433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2796209279298729433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-really-care.html' title='I don&apos;t really care'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7629384510212787534</id><published>2008-10-30T01:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:57:09.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck the world</title><content type='html'>Why are humans so superficial? Why are we always judging the book by its cover? WHY? WHY!? I m totally fed up with this. So what if you are a babe? U get a boyfriend with better face???!?!?!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, yes, it sure does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it our fault if we aren't born with good looks? Is it our fault if we aren't born with a nice figure? Why must people always rub it in? I m pissed. If they are just so critical then why kant they just sponsor us for plastic surgery. If they don't, just shut. Like seriously, why can't you just shut up and go? Eventually, when you have your face done, what you get is "you're so fake,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I m PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ONCE I SHALL SAY FUCK THE WORLD. FUCK! YES, THIS IS COMING FROM MY MOUTH.YES ME, TAN JIAHUI. LIKE WHAT I HAVE JUST SAID, DON'T JUDGE THE BOOK BY ITS COVER. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, JUST SCRAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I DON'T HAVE GOOD ENGLISH, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, JUST SCRAM. THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7629384510212787534?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7629384510212787534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7629384510212787534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7629384510212787534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7629384510212787534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-world.html' title='fuck the world'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1203732266392340253</id><published>2008-10-12T00:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:50:43.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academic life'/><title type='text'>HATE THIS LIFE</title><content type='html'>8 more days, fear dominates me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this could be over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1203732266392340253?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1203732266392340253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1203732266392340253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1203732266392340253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1203732266392340253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/10/hate-this-life.html' title='HATE THIS LIFE'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4178286564738259789</id><published>2008-10-11T08:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:47:04.422-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoa oh'/><title type='text'>My life's mess up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SPDSyETtBmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i7C8-f5XCLo/s1600-h/fragility__by_zemotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SPDSyETtBmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i7C8-f5XCLo/s320/fragility__by_zemotion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255932522733045346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been chaos for the whole week and it should soon to be extended to weeks, or even months. Of course, I hope this would not happen but it is just inevitable. The remaining days to 'O' levels are dwindling and fear just occupies me for I could never turn time around. I am sad to admit that I am procrastinating everyday. It's wrong, morally wrong to let down the teachers that had painstaking taught me, and this makes me guilty. I have changed, I am not the old me, and I don't seem to be in control of myself to change this. It is a sad truth to accept but this is the reality. REALITY! I BLOODLY HATE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source of my worries that evokes the feelings in me are obvious. But the waves of feelings that is coursing through my body here and then is not what I could comprehend. Its an unknown mixture of feelings. Never had I felt so much intensity in my heart, never had I felt so helpless and never had I felt so stretched. I felt like a rubber band being stretched and pushed to its limits, almost at its breakdown point, but never does it seem to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;Probably it really did, when a few days ago, I cried. Emotions just exploded like a balloon and uncontrolled tears just streamed down my face without any warning. It was unexpectedly expected. But still, who could have foresee that these tears could escape from their ducts during maths lesson? It was meant to be a relief for my stress but as the tears flowed and smeared on my papers, it just went out of control. No matter how hard I tried to contain myself, by tightening all my muscles and attempts by sheer will to force the tears back into their ducts, it was to no avail. The sniffing rhythm soon gained momentum and sparkled curiosity among the class people who soon turned back and peeked at me. Yes, probably as what Ms Ng said, I m breaking down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was what that seemed to have happened for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, today for what seems to be an ordinary day, has unexpectedly evoked lots of emotions in me. For no explicable reason, I felt like crying. Pangs of guilt, sympathy, anxiety was coursing through me the whole day. And each time it does, my heart surge and pains me. My body trembled. It was not fear nor was it worries. Nothing to be extact but it felt bad. For the first time, I thought I am going to get a heart attack for real. It was like a piercing pain that ripped my heart, so unbearable but its effects continued spreading to the rest of my body. Logically, it is something like the epicentre and earthquake theory. Probably this excruciating pain is what that had evoked from my indulgence of self-pity. Or was it from Soyabean? I picture myself in a pall of gloom that hung over everywhere that I have swept past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight fades into a room of darkness, the colorful flowers wilts and the ominous clouds follows. &lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and it dawned on me on how this world had becomes. It is so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality hit me hard. I am unable to accept this tragic truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like letting this go but I just couldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4178286564738259789?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4178286564738259789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4178286564738259789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4178286564738259789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4178286564738259789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lifes-mess-up.html' title='My life&apos;s mess up'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SPDSyETtBmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i7C8-f5XCLo/s72-c/fragility__by_zemotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3586390934714670048</id><published>2008-10-10T10:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:13:55.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean'/><title type='text'>to my miserable life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SO9_PyTQ3SI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4XYyvG5LgzY/s1600-h/4b93a78445c9fca0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SO9_PyTQ3SI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4XYyvG5LgzY/s320/4b93a78445c9fca0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255559199341993250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when we are caught in a situation like that. I hate this! I don't like it when you do that, I really don't and I hope that you could just stop it. Your actions contradicts itself and I have absolutely no idea what are you trying to lead me into. You get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3586390934714670048?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3586390934714670048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3586390934714670048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3586390934714670048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3586390934714670048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-miserable-life.html' title='to my miserable life'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SO9_PyTQ3SI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4XYyvG5LgzY/s72-c/4b93a78445c9fca0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3015427121328838347</id><published>2008-09-28T08:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:49:32.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Last note to everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SN-kRoiCYsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bahL7dWYkqQ/s1600-h/In_Love_by_Roshy20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SN-kRoiCYsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bahL7dWYkqQ/s320/In_Love_by_Roshy20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251096313382200002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am officially sixteen on Monday. Just like what I had anticipated, the guys celebrated my birthday in the canteen in the presence of soyabean. Uh... it is chaos. Everything just flew by in a blur and all i could remember is the scene when Jiajia announced to the whole world that it's my birthday today. She even added that she should have screamed louder which obviously, isn't the best idea of course. It is lucky that she didn't use a loudspeaker. However, it amazes me at how a petie chicken like her could release that of sound waves that almost made me go deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to deny, I am, of course happy that you guys did not forget about my birthday. In fact, you guys have made it so much like a grand celebration that really made my day. I wasn't really expecting this much, but still, thank you for everything that you guys have done. So here, I shall express my heartfelt thanks to everyone, the 4E peeps, my 2E friends and lovely Sotong and Kim. I really do appreciate it, especially the Soyabean part. Though it is kind of embarrassing with everyone staring at us, it is still a moment of a lifetime. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, at the end of the day, I trudged home with two big bags of gifts, most of them related to beauty! From the 4E peeps, I received a DKNY perfume, a soyabean toy and a lovely card. While, from the 2E clique, I received a box of Hakubi pills and a papaya shower gel. As I have told you so, I am a beauty junkie. I guess I m stating the obvious, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, and once again, the weekends were here before we realised it. Night study had officially started on the day of my birthday and the response wasn't too bad. In my opinion, night study could only be considered productive if you were to shoot questions at the teachers regarding all the doubts on the subject and probably, including the going-through of your mistakes made in prelims. Unless that is the case, I don't really see the point in going. So as long as I have arranged a slot with a teacher, I think that it is worth it in staying in school till wee hours in the night. &lt;br /&gt;Something to add on, in the mist of mugging, I have made an unexpected discovery. I saw a totally different side of Soyabean; so mesmerised in doing his work. Aww... SO CUTE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week had been hectic and chaotic. Not so much on the studies angle but more on my soyabean matters. Things are just going too fast for me and sometimes I just couldn't believe it. Those obvious stares, those reality look-alike dreams, those confessions and rumours.... are just constantly sprouting in my life. No longer am I lying in a pool of doubts; it is a good sign at least, but sometimes it just worries me. My fairytale is coming true and there from afar, I could see my soyabean amidst the whirlpool of sand reaching out for me. And there I called out "Here I am, Soyabean, here,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, happy as I am, though this crush that has been existing for such a agonising long time is becoming a reality, worries still bombards me. Now that the 'o's are nearing, studies should my main concern. But both studies and soyabean are my priorities in my life. I m contemplating. Of course, it is obvious which is the clear cut winner but still, I am unable to put it down. Even though the time has not been ripe yet, I think it will soon be a time when I come to that decision, very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I am sure that the time I've taken, is not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a long time before I release my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3015427121328838347?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3015427121328838347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3015427121328838347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3015427121328838347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3015427121328838347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-note-to-everyone.html' title='Last note to everyone'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SN-kRoiCYsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bahL7dWYkqQ/s72-c/In_Love_by_Roshy20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-980799950651623589</id><published>2008-09-21T06:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:40:42.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear factor'/><title type='text'>missed</title><content type='html'>Just one more day before I crash down; into your world. Uh...I am so nervous and anxious. My palms are sweating and I doubt I would be able to take it tomorrow. Most probably, I would be fleeing away from you and all the others. I know this is so irony but I just couldn't stop it. I want to give you your cookie, Soya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week had passed and it's down to 4 weeks before o levels start. Prelims results were announced and I did horrendously BAD. I guess my results are a bit to the extreme sides with me sccoring 3As and 2C6. Urgh...for once i shall say WTF. I had recently learnt this from Kim and Jon.lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-980799950651623589?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/980799950651623589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=980799950651623589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/980799950651623589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/980799950651623589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/missed.html' title='missed'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2691902577696078840</id><published>2008-09-18T04:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:27:45.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter is the best medicine.'/><title type='text'>my academic life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SNI4zoLAk6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/iUAAxw1NNQA/s1600-h/Gotta_Love_It__by_SM_Photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SNI4zoLAk6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/iUAAxw1NNQA/s320/Gotta_Love_It__by_SM_Photography.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247318975448126370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's maths mock papers ended quite joyfully and with a relief. The papers weren't tough at all and so, many of us were caught prepared even though we did not even revise for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, other than this unexpected maths test, there is still more to blog about. Apart from the usual nagging lessons, we had an enjoyable PE lesson which involved all of us learning the Japanese Folks Dance within the 35 minutes break. Probably as this is the first time we have ever had a dance instead of a PE lesson in this secondary 4 life, we were all very enthusiastic and shy at the same time about the thrilling dance module lined up for us. I guess, the awesome-est moment was when some of the guys tried to pretend they are gays and swayed their hips instead of lifting their legs up. Well, unexpectedly, Mr Lim caught them red-handed and announced to the whole class about their "wrong-doings" before the whole room rocked with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;It have been some time ever since we had such a lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after recess, our supposed Chemisty lesson took change for the better (or is it worse?) with Mr Tien flashing our primary school photos to the whole class. No one expected it but for sure, everyone enjoyed the process of playing the 'guess, guess, guess' game. Of course, it was nice to laugh at some of the guy's photos but when it comes to your turn, oh man, that is the worst! &lt;br /&gt;Luckily as for me, Tien did not dwelled much at my photo, and I was saved before anyone could laugh at me. However, not all were so fortunate as me, some of the girls suffered as the inconsiderate guys just literally laugh out loud without caring for their feelings, looking at them like some idiots. Awww...but still, everyone look so innocent and adorable then, haha, we are just ssssooooo cute! Sighs...I bet this is the most unforgettable lesson in my life. This is simply priceless! Not even Mastercard can beat it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, it's such an enjoyable day in school today. I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2691902577696078840?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2691902577696078840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2691902577696078840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2691902577696078840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2691902577696078840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-academic-life.html' title='my academic life'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SNI4zoLAk6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/iUAAxw1NNQA/s72-c/Gotta_Love_It__by_SM_Photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7351470509507039800</id><published>2008-09-15T06:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:42:23.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><title type='text'>The begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SM5xif5hpoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZKMI3THp890/s1600-h/something_about_pia____by_wordsforsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SM5xif5hpoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZKMI3THp890/s320/something_about_pia____by_wordsforsnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246255453425477250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of surprises here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, being the official first day of the sec4's term4 had all of us expecting the dropping of bombshells. Well, this came as no surprise to me, but the real surprise came when we were given back both A/Emath papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as what we had anticipated, Ms Ng gave out the papers fast and furiously while, following her tradition of announcing everyone's marks. As what I could always foresee, I could imagine myself drowning in embarrassment as Ms Ng announced the worst score ever. So there I was, hoping for the inevitable before I realised that I was actually shaking and sweating profusely. Just then, the words "Jiahui," interrupted my train of thoughts and forced to jump out my seat before the words "60marks...good," trailed off, repeating itself over and over again in my head till I realised that it was a saving grace. For a moment, I was blinded by the truth, like a blind man being exposed to the first rays of sunlight he longed for his whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure it is a 80-marks paper? I questioned myself doubtfully as I stared at the 60marks written on the paper. To make sure that I wasn't dreaming, I re-confirmed with Jolin and found out that I scored an unbelievable score of 60/80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but it seems like lady luck is shining on me. Good things does come in a series I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So eventually, out of the 4maths papers that were returned back, I received 3 'good' s from Ms Ng which certainly pushed me on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, given the difficulty of the maths papers (esp Amath!), I have performed way beyond my expectations, scoring myself an A1 for Emaths and a PASS in Amaths! And not to forget the A2 for combined science. I could have prance for joy. You could never imagine my degree of happiness. It...it...is just...beyond words of description. Somehow, my hard work have finally paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7351470509507039800?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7351470509507039800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7351470509507039800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7351470509507039800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7351470509507039800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/begining.html' title='The begining'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SM5xif5hpoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZKMI3THp890/s72-c/something_about_pia____by_wordsforsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6786589479348133196</id><published>2008-09-14T09:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:50:14.298-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest soyabean'/><title type='text'>shines Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SM0ysRSCTRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Q_0LkEwEcQc/s1600-h/eclipsecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SM0ysRSCTRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Q_0LkEwEcQc/s320/eclipsecover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245904877091179794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after such a long wait, I finally lay my hands on the the 3rd book of the series, Eclipse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let the story unfold. &lt;br /&gt;Once again, the romantic novel continued with Edward and Bella being together, but this time round in more of a focus on the hatred between the werewolves and vampires. So, poor little Bella was caught in between the cross-fire of the two arch enemies who were equally dangerous to humans. Of course, one side had to give in in order to make Bella happy. And it is none other than Edward. Even though Edward seriously disapproved of bella's perlious friendship with Jacob-the werewolf at first, he eventually got to realise the part of her who yearn for that friendship and soon came to terms with her, allowing the frequent visits here and then by putting aside his personal affairs and his trust he had on her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wow, sometimes it just amazes me how the strong the bonds were between Edward and Bella. Alright, I admit that I am green with envy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6786589479348133196?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6786589479348133196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6786589479348133196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6786589479348133196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6786589479348133196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/shines-twilight.html' title='shines Twilight'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SM0ysRSCTRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Q_0LkEwEcQc/s72-c/eclipsecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2218182420724210223</id><published>2008-09-13T11:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:07:27.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I did it again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opps'/><title type='text'>Dear Mister Jeffery</title><content type='html'>OPPS, I'm so sorry that I have accidentally pushed that 'sent' button on my keyboard, Manager Jeffery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just in case if you are still unaware of the dire straits you are in, I m pleased to inform you that 3 complaint letters have been lodged on you. For your information, it is sent to the uh...Swenson's headquarters?! Oh... poor lttle thing, don't cry baby. &lt;br /&gt;Just one last advice for you, I guess you should learn to respect students, especially your female customers. Don't think that you are the manager so you could push your luck, we aren't women to be bullied with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh... even after 3 days since this disaster happened, I am STILL very indignant about his horrendous service. &lt;br /&gt;I could feel my blood rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your head don't get back to me with an apology, I shall call/ fax/emailthem! Whatever it takes to let them realise how bad your service is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2218182420724210223?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2218182420724210223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2218182420724210223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2218182420724210223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2218182420724210223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/opps-im-so-sorry-that-i-have.html' title='Dear Mister Jeffery'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6242157545269181664</id><published>2008-09-13T09:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:49:43.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soyabean&apos;s fruit'/><title type='text'>Fast and furious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMvg7MxuuGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2ZLL4COMoMk/s1600-h/f1ec09bac2c91a4defce491d308b81f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMvg7MxuuGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2ZLL4COMoMk/s320/f1ec09bac2c91a4defce491d308b81f4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245533498649786466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 days since we are being issued the "freedom pass",however, in just a day's time, this short lived happiness will soon be over. The homework pile awaits for me to touch them ever since I stopped doing that during the prelims. Now that Prelims had ended, it's back to the reality and for me to wipe away those dust that had settled their nest there. Ahh...How I wish time could stop as I lay lying in my bed, dreaming; dreaming about Soyabean. Oh...  *takes a deeeeeep breath and sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since secondary 4 life has started, our weekends have never been like one. From Monday to Saturday, 6 out of 7days, we are being reserved for classes. And with that remaining one day off, oh don't mention it, in my case, that is reserved for tuition. Having a undisturbed morning sleep is just impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...today started off with me going back to school. We were given back the biology mock and prelims paper. And surprisingly, something to celebrate that is: I passed the mock which means that I m the second in the level for comb sci(bio/chem). Oh well...but that is only mock papers! (Hey Kim, you own me a Swenson's ice-cream)Prelims was quite badly done, though it was better than I expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to compass and had a Tom-and-Jerry chase with me being the cat and Ellin being the puny mouse. Finally, the chase ended with us huffing and puffing in the moving bus, and that's when I ate my puny mouse. lol, I am just kidding. I represented the reat and gave her the presesent in the bus. Oh...what a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took a nap and headed off to tuition at Hougang before meeting LianZhi and Isabella at Mcds. We took a couple of hours reminiscing the old school days and eventually ended off buying Lian zhi's balloon hat. We paraded off since then, with almost everyone turing their heads to catch the attention-grabbing big bloated hat fitted in his what seems like, puny head. lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 10 and had dinner. I am too tired but I still have tuition work to rush. URGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6242157545269181664?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6242157545269181664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6242157545269181664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6242157545269181664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6242157545269181664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/fast-and-furious.html' title='Fast and furious'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMvg7MxuuGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2ZLL4COMoMk/s72-c/f1ec09bac2c91a4defce491d308b81f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3400580583294820768</id><published>2008-09-12T07:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:45:40.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The mission begins</title><content type='html'>The trip to Orchard turned out to be what I have NOT expected. It was quite tedious and tiring, actually, during the BIG search for Ellin's present. Though after hours of loitering at Kino, we ended up with nothing and was back to the basics again, considering my only suggestions of buying Kino vouchers. The search for Ellin's present is the worst nightmare ever. Ever did i find shopping such a bore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I was anticipating too much for the clothes in Far East, I was utterly disappointed upon seeing those racks of clothes which obviously doesn't suit my taste. Instead, the stores in Wrisma Atria actually carried most of the clothes that I like. Almost every single piece, ranging from dresses to heels to casual-wear T-shirts.... is an eye catching one, Mmmm...Oh gosh,I am head over heels over shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, because it is such a rare opportunity for us to gather at such a faraway place, we had a big feast on food today, picnicing at a cosy little corner at the fountain with Tako-balls, ice-cream and some mee gorey look-alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this trip is supposed to be a mission for finding Ellin's present, we ended up doing shopping most of the time, boring the guys with tears. Eventually, we settled for a magnet, Kino-vouchers and a book as presents for Ellin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, yawns.... It's time to get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the photos we took today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpuM9gKjNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/LJvG7X-cmoo/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpuM9gKjNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/LJvG7X-cmoo/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245125884973321426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumptuous ice-cream introduced to us by the Greatest Nigel!&lt;br /&gt;Starting from fairest hand; clockwise bottom left: Olivia, Jolyn, JiaRui, Pearl, Mine's, Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpvJOfsOHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lKTliSCpnGs/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpvJOfsOHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lKTliSCpnGs/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245126920326887538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies first=) Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpvMfFxwVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BieAFLafLIY/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpvMfFxwVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BieAFLafLIY/s320/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245126976321208658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look isolated.lols. That is only a test-drive photo only, lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpvMnFF7LI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eteCw4XnT20/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpvMnFF7LI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eteCw4XnT20/s320/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245126978465819826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo: 3,2,1 say cheese, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3400580583294820768?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3400580583294820768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3400580583294820768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3400580583294820768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3400580583294820768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/mission-begins.html' title='The mission begins'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMpuM9gKjNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/LJvG7X-cmoo/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5147964753663608477</id><published>2008-09-12T05:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T05:40:34.532-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neutral'/><title type='text'>The fate is sealed</title><content type='html'>Yup, I m back with the updated copy of the letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this seems to be a little overboard, I guess it is only fair that I report the facts with my personal opinions on the poor service. Truthfully, I am really very mad on what he did to us beacause we are students. Therefore, I wrote this letter, stating on the facts with my views which, of course, could be subjected to changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir/Madam&lt;br /&gt;Complaint on service rendered at Swenson’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I have recently patronised the Swenson’s restaurant outlet located at Compass point on 11 September 2008. We have always been aware of the great reviews and excellent service standards provided at every Swenson’s outlet and were looking forward to celebrating a birthday and tasting the top-notch ice-cream that Swenson’s is renowned for. However, we were utterly shocked and thoroughly dissatisfied on the atrocious service rendered by the outlet manager, Jeffery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasion proved to be a disastrous when our initially joyous mood was ruined by the inadequate and disconcerting service rendered to us. We were a large group of about 10 and this could be partly the reason why the outlet manager gradually felt irritated and became slightly annoyed when we settled for a 5 scooped ice-cream and a complementary “firehouse” ice-cream. In addition, during the course of taking our order, he was extremely mindful of our slow decision making, but isn’t it still the customer’s prerogative to take as much time as we need to carefully consider our orders? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, out of the blue, he questioned the table and asked whether we were aware of which ice-cream flavour contained alcohol. Though he did mention that he was only engaging in friendly conversion with us, I certainly did not appreciate the question and felt disturbed as it was fairly demanding and rather inappropriate, even if he did have the positive intention of building relations with his customers. &lt;br /&gt;In response, I replied “probably the yummy raisin one,” but was taken aback when he snapped, asserting that Swenson’s only served Halal food and would definitely not sell ice cream that contained alcohol. He even added that I could be sued for even making such a statement. I felt extremely exasperated and furious by the fact that he did not bother to explain why that was so but instead, focused heavily on how we could be sued.  Though we understood that he was merely trying to protect the company’s reputation, and had the company’s interests at heart, but he could have spoken in a less harsh tone and possibly help us clear our misconceptions in a friendly manner as we did not harbour any negative intent. Moreover, he was the one that suddenly asked the question, disrupting our conversation. I believe his purpose was to clear our doubts over the yummy raisin flavoured ice cream, nonetheless, he was crude throughout the conversation and made us feel as though he was about to pick a fight.  &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Later, as we were served the ice-cream, he warned us that only the birthday girl was allowed to eat the free “firehouse” ice cream. Even though he had said that in a light-hearted voice, sounding as though he was joking, in reality, he did check up on us and had once again, disrupted our conversation when he saw my other friends sampling the “firehouse” and “jokingly” said that he would confiscate the ice-cream if we did it again. I do not reckon that such a policy really exists within the company. &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;By the time we finished our desert, it was only noon and the restaurant was still relatively empty, with more than 70% of the seats vacant. Therefore, we decided that staying in the restaurant for a little while more to chat was of no disturbance before leaving. Yet, it seemed like the manager was watchful of our presence in the restaurant and even strolled past several times until we could no longer stand his constant glaring. As we stood up and left for payment at the cashier, we decided to fill in feedback forms we had located, but, upon seeing us do that, he felt threatened and even said, in a threatening voice, “wow, why are so many of you taking feedback forms? To complain me?” We ignored him and left to post the feedback forms, and, at which point, he rushed out of the restaurant and maintained a menacing gaze on the group as though we did not have the right to give feedback on his service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager’s sarcasm and poor service during the meal really made us ponder and reconsider whether to step into another Swenson’s restaurant again. His behaviour has truly left a negative impression on my friends and I and this could cause us to reassess the reputation of the Swenson’s chain and the service standards rendered there. If the manager is said to be the head of the restaurant, it is beyond doubt that he is certainly incapable of establishing a good example to the staff of the outlet with such n uncouth attitude and appalling service standards. I hope that action will be taken to improve the situation, possibly imposing a warning or reprimanding the staff at hand. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours faithfully &lt;br /&gt;TanJiahui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5147964753663608477?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5147964753663608477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5147964753663608477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5147964753663608477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5147964753663608477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/fate-is-sealed.html' title='The fate is sealed'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5291421752007354358</id><published>2008-09-11T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:16:28.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get this off my chest'/><title type='text'>whoosh</title><content type='html'>In just an hour's time, I shall be in the heart of Singapore, doing my retail therapy! Whhhoooo... It's indeed a very long agonising wait for this tortuous Prelims to be over, and finally, a chance for me to breathe and relax. This time round, we 4E girls and uh...a few guys are finally out for shopping...wheee...at least not some class outing again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...probaly also going to the 2e Badminton mayhem at Hougang spots hall with my awkward heels.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m SO looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m elated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m over the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yeah guys in the night=) I sahll post an updated copy of the letter again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5291421752007354358?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5291421752007354358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5291421752007354358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5291421752007354358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5291421752007354358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoosh.html' title='whoosh'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2162788858570079055</id><published>2008-09-11T03:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:35:30.261-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indignant'/><title type='text'>Eventful yet dissapointing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMjtz7y51zI/AAAAAAAAAW4/I0vkMV_twuA/s1600-h/3136011040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMjtz7y51zI/AAAAAAAAAW4/I0vkMV_twuA/s320/3136011040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244703242553251634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this fateful day, we went back for Biology papers, occupying less than half of the hall capacity. Insecurity overwhelms me as I glanced over to the nearest class4I which seemed like they were a thousand miles away from us. I bet we looked like insignificant dwarfs to them because they definitely look like one to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the paper was tough even though I was so confident at first. Soon, as I attempted more questions, my confidence just went spiraling down, all the way down down down, reaching the minimum level. What an unexpected outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to compass under the hot menacing sun while the journey fuelled my dislike for sun rays even more. I have always had a distaste for those bright, threatening sun rays who are definitely capable of adding a few wrinkles and lines here and there, worse of all, stimulating those melanin production in my skin. Ew... it just turns me off. But since the guys insisted in plodding there, I have no choice but to rely on the pathetic hoodie as my one and only defence weapon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seems like eternity, we reached McDonald's and had breakfast. I have finally understood how small the world has become when I met Shina, Winne and Hui Qi there. Apparently, it's Gu Yue's birthday so they are planing a surprise party for her. Well, at least it is waaaay better then mine. I recalled my "celebration" last year which was held in the chalet after a "short" period of 3 months when my birthday officially ended. &lt;br /&gt;Call it a celebration! I was the ultimate target of those water bombs which they had secretly planned beforehand. Imagine six mad women chasing after me! But luckily, with the gift of stamina and the luxury of not wearing a obvious colour underneath, I am able to escape from the clutches of those evil mad women. Coming to think of it, I believe we actually looked like some insanely mad women living in Hougang chalet. Sadly, though I was able to dodge most most the bombs, somehow, I was still drenched from head to toe, just like everyone. In conclusion, I have only one word to offer: disastrous. &lt;br /&gt;But still...water bombs are still fun to play with, especially when you know the right places to aim. Don't think dirty! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blowing of a huge candle on reasonable bite-sized cake, we carried on partying by indulging in Swensons' icecream. The ice cream is, of course, mouth-watering. On the opposite, the service rendered by this manager called Jeffery is horrendous. I'm so furious after the whole incident that I took it to the next level of writing an official letter to the headquarters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine how mad I am, to actually take time out of my hectic life, to write a 710-words complaint letter?! He is just too over boarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till and see my true powers, you podgy fat ass! *evil laugher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays here's it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Sir or Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Complaint on the service rendered at Swenson’s (Compass Point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        On 11 September 2008, my friends and I patronised the Swenson restaurant at Compass point and were utterly shocked and dissatisfied on the horrendous service rendered to us by the outlet manager, Jeffery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In an effort to celebrate my friend’s birthday, we patronised the restaurant for its famous ice-cream. However it turned out to be a disastrous trip when our joyous mood was ruined by the disrespectful, unsatisfactory and disturbing service rendered to us. Partly because of the large group of 10 people we had, the manager was irritated and extremely impolite when we only settled down for a 5 scooped ice-cream and a complementary free ice-cream “firehouse”. In addition, during the course of taking orders, he was extremely mindful and irritated of our slow decision making, though it is still the customer’s prerogative to take as much time we need to carefully decide on the orders, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Even worse, he took it off and popped out questions, randomly asking us which ice-cream actually contained alcohol. Though he did mention that he was just making a friendly conversion with us, I did not appreciate it and I felt disturbed as it seemed of a more demanding kind of question rather than a build-relations-between–customer-and-staff question.  I casually responded “probably the yummy raisin one,” but was taken aback when he snapped, alleging that Swenson only serves halal food and would definitely not sell an alcoholic ice cream. He even added that, just by me saying this statement, I could be sued. Thus, I am extremely annoyed and angry at the fact that he did not explain to us why but instead focused more on how we could be sued.  Though we understand that he is trying to protect the company’s reputation and has the company interest at heart, he could have told us nicely and not snapped at our misconceptions. Moreover, it is just a guess and we were not even spreading rumours nor discussing about the yummy raisin ice cream in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;Secondly, since he was the one to pop the question out of randomness, disrupting our conversation, I guess his purpose was to clear the doubts of yummy raisin ice cream. However, from the way he crudely talked and replied, I felt that he actually seemed to be picking a fight.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         Then, when the ice-cream was being served, he warned us that only the birthday girl could be allowed to eat the free “firehouse” ice cream. Although he sounded as if he was joking, he actually did check on us and once again, disrupted our conversation, when he saw my other friends sampling the “firehouse”. He even “jokingly” said that he would confiscate the ice-cream if we did it again. I really wonder if there is such a policy in your company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When we finished our deserts, it was only noon and the restaurant was still rather empty, with more than 70% of the seats empty. Hence, we stayed a while more to chit chat before leaving. However, it seemed that the manager was mindful of our presence in the restaurant and even strolled past us several times before we could not stand the atmosphere of him staring at us all the time. We soon stood up and left for payment at the cashier.  It was then, we decided to fill in the feedback forms, but upon seeing us doing that, he felt threatened and even said, “Wow, why are so many of you taking feedback forms? To complain me?” in a very threatening voice. We ignored him but the last straw happened when he rushed out upon seeing us posting the feedback forms. He held a threatening gaze for several seconds as if we did not have the right to feedback on the service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, and his sarcastic humour throughout the whole lunch, my friends and I will definitely ponder before heading down to Swenson’s for lunch again. If the manager is said to be the head of the outlet, I wonder how he is able to set a good example to the staffs with this kind of attitude and service standards towards customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: a dissatisfied customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHALL DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2162788858570079055?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2162788858570079055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2162788858570079055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2162788858570079055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2162788858570079055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/eventful-yet-dissapointing.html' title='Eventful yet dissapointing'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMjtz7y51zI/AAAAAAAAAW4/I0vkMV_twuA/s72-c/3136011040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5375515603667200937</id><published>2008-09-10T00:59:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:49:02.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i got your hints'/><title type='text'>Hurray for the soon-over-and-done-with prelims!</title><content type='html'>NOT FAIR!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology students are so ill-fated! We have to come for school for the next two days while the Physics students need not! Uh...baised school. *sulking* &lt;br /&gt;But at very least, Mr Koh offically announced over the mic just now that Sexy Seah wanted us back on Friday for the going through of papers, haha, at least this time round everyone have to come back. hehe! *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just came back from the History and Maths paper and it was...awesome! In fact, I think I did pretty well for History as I completed almost all the questions under such time constraint. Thank god=) The hints which Ms Joseph gave were also quite accurate, giving me a huge relief when I set my eyes upon the essays questions. However, I got a shock of my life when I flipped and saw the source based question. What?! Cuban missiles Crsis?! Wow, definitely a crisis for me! Urgh...I ssoooo freaking dead! Probably due to the effects of Rahim voice, I seemed to remember the bits and pieces of Cuban so was eventually saved. Surprsingly, this is the only time that my memory works this well. Erm...I hope the kind of miracle happens in my 'O's. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, source A is hard, isn't it? I don't even see President Ken in the picture, so eventually sort of gave up looking for him and instead started focusing on the minor details. All right, after much close inspection on the picture I am glad to announce that I have found a significant trend in ALL the men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE SERIOUSLY SUFFERING FROM BALDNESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMd3Kym6adI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2obAzXnEXPI/s1600-h/208833721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMd3Kym6adI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2obAzXnEXPI/s320/208833721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244291318363613650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case if you forgot how they actually looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I was secretly grining to myself upon making this BIG discovery and went on imagining Rahim's face during the examination. Oh well, I was trying my very best not to make any sounds though it is seriously hard. After much effort, I finally settled down and continued with the other questions, hoping to spot some funny traits here and there but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch just now, I announced my BIG discovery and yeah, got the expected reactions of the guys grasping for air and hugging their tummy. Well, I bet it is indeed a Worth-to-mention distcovery. Probably they are so stressed up to the point that their hair falls down literally in the room. I bet the cleaner sure have loads of work to do. HA! All right, enough of my crapping, I shall start my Biology revision soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s just in case if you need some solutions. Here's it:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.beijing101hair.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as what I have promised, right Jolyn?! Lucky by Jason Marz. Cause it takes time to load, I decided to not put it as my opening song. So yeah, there it is, the last song of everything=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5375515603667200937?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5375515603667200937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5375515603667200937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5375515603667200937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5375515603667200937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurray-for-soon-over-and-done-with.html' title='Hurray for the soon-over-and-done-with prelims!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMd3Kym6adI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2obAzXnEXPI/s72-c/208833721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4907099639957063560</id><published>2008-09-09T06:27:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:04:31.690-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family matters'/><title type='text'>mastering the art of eating crabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMaAvC4wqDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yugCg2NTW4k/s1600-h/208450757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMaAvC4wqDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yugCg2NTW4k/s320/208450757.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244020361836668978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an earthling for more than a decade, I m embarrassed to confess that I DO NOT know how to eat a crab. All right, I know this is stupid, but I had to rely on my dad to feed me crabs. Don't laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been an avid reader of my bog, you should have known that I have a thing for the combination of crab(sauce)and 'man tous' BUT surprisingly, crabs alone does not gives pikes to my taste buds as what man tous did. What an irony! I know I m one right weirdo here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was dinner time just now, and we had a crab feast. The aroma of the fleshy cooked crabs waffled through our nostrils and was responded by the rumbling of my stomach. But being a noob in eating crabs, nothing is all what I could do. No man tous, no sauce, only those fleshly bits hidden under the hard-like-diamonds, stubborn shells. Oh well,sighs...&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, staring at the plate of crabs over dinner just now, wondering what to do with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option1: Demand my dad to feed me.&lt;br /&gt;Option2: Demand my grandma to feed me.&lt;br /&gt;Option3: Do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But without a sound, both my dad and ah ma had already sank their teeth into those fleshy, juicy crabs when I was still there, dazed. So I broke the deadly silence and made my confession: " Almighty, I don't know how to eat a crab," CRAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, I was officially enrolled in my dad's how-to-eat-a-crab class, being the one and only student he will ever have, while he beamed with excitement on coaching me the first step to eating crabs. I started off with pincers, the easiest of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much torment, after ALL the the peeling of shells, phew, I was finally done with my first pincer; in my life! Great! *flashes my million dollar smile and demanded for a round of applause* &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my effort was washed away in just a swift action of me taking just a REASONABLE bite. It is gone! Oh well, what a spoiler! Being mindful of the torturous process of peeling the crabs, I decided to give it a miss while I continued with the other dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, my dad reaches out and gave me another pincer, followed by the another, and the another. I, of course, was taken aback, utterly shocked at his weird acts. At first, I acted like a little girl, thrilled at the F.O.C pincers and exclaimed a "yay!" before indulging in those tiny delights. But soon after, it became so much like a never-ending action that I decided not to react. It will sound too much like a radio going bonkers! Imagine... yays, yays, yays...?! Since then, the awkward silence remains. But silently, deep in my heart, I was really touched by my dad's selfless acts. Almost every crab that he tediously peeled was sent to my bowl. I am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, being a very unassuming guy and a very not expressive guy, has never really expressed his emotions nor feelings well, but these actions made me come to my senses and realised the underlying the so-called family love. My eyes welled a little with tears while I fought them back bravely, hoping that my soft whiffing sounds did not betray me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, while I was on the phone rambling on about my daily life, feeling kinda bored, I drew a little circle and an exclamation mark on the 22nd of September, in which I wrote a reminder for my family, "the nicest girl birthday". Since then, my dad took it off and sparkled a new nickname for me as "the nicest girl" which was usually followed by the smirk and sneering on his face. I was like, my dad talked!? Worse of all, he had emotions on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Awesome! *after several seconds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I shall confess that I have failed terribly in understanding my dad, despite living under the same roof with him for more than a decade. Since I had once declared him as the lamest guy on earth, I shall now award him the tittle of "the nicest dad on earth". But remember, I am still the Nicest girl. *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4907099639957063560?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4907099639957063560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4907099639957063560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4907099639957063560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4907099639957063560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/mastering-art-of-eating-crabs.html' title='mastering the art of eating crabs'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMaAvC4wqDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yugCg2NTW4k/s72-c/208450757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4550646467799301130</id><published>2008-09-08T23:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:35:18.078-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self control needed'/><title type='text'>break it.</title><content type='html'>I am feeling so guilty right right now. Instead of using my time to study those Historical characters, I am using my precious time to blog. I am online for 10 mins and yet it felt as if only 5 seconds has just passed. Because of blogging, part of which to type in complete sentences and improve my English, I have become a computer addict. Not so much compared to mirrors. You know, but it is getting seriously bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, a supposedly half an hour break stretches to a 6 hour long break. Call it a break?! At 3am, i am still talking about food with Nigel. Sighs...I should have start my History studies yesterday and not till now. Probably, it is Human nature to do stuffs in this way, especially when you have no self control. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a break, have a kit-tat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, when I need a break, I shall have a kit-tat instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sidetrack a little, I am actually starting to like the opening song Hot and Cold by Katy Perry. Crush by David Archuleta is not bad too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4550646467799301130?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4550646467799301130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4550646467799301130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4550646467799301130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4550646467799301130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/break-it.html' title='break it.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4835296858620369093</id><published>2008-09-08T09:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:02:00.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>soyabean obsession</title><content type='html'>Is it fate or destiny? I always wonder. You stupid Soyabean! Aren't you tired of running in my mind all day?! You suck! I hate this! Don't smile cause it melts my heart, don't come closer anymore. Don't you ever appear in my dreams again. When did I become like this? You crept into my mind, you crept into my dreams, you crept into my life. Now, you are occupying a whole lot of it. It is an O-S-S-E-S-S-I-O-N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...you will always my soyabean, forever and ever, no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m writing this in great distress, trembling in fear. I am curious, I m anxious, I m afraid of the future that lies ahead of us. Will we ever...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me wonder again, sicko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4835296858620369093?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4835296858620369093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4835296858620369093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4835296858620369093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4835296858620369093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-fate-or-destiny-i-always-wonder.html' title='soyabean obsession'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3082872234315285758</id><published>2008-09-08T07:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:40:03.690-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean'/><title type='text'>self-realisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMU5HV42FfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KIvYVRGjZyU/s1600-h/7ab1dd8f0af4e89a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMU5HV42FfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KIvYVRGjZyU/s320/7ab1dd8f0af4e89a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243660139440248306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst had arrived. Like what everyone has been dreading about, the holidays are over! In fact, it ended in such a swift rate, just like the speed of a heart attack. Everything just happened so... unknowingly that it takes me a couple of seconds to know that I am dying soon. In fact, if I were to choose, I would rather be dead right now, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;Despite the occupation of monday blues in me, I still dragged my feet to the school, facing the inevitable Prelims. Sighs...though given the long break, it is (probably)reasonable to expect a little more from us, as in results. But I seriously feel that the teachers shouldn't carry too much hope. Supposedly, this week-long break is the LAST AND ONLY break-through that we could make, however most of us STILL remained as lazy bums and did not really make full use of this 'luxury week'. To put it simply, we are still unaware of the dire straits we are in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History repeats itself and once again, I am overwhelmed with regerets. The only difference is that, this time round it happens at a later date, at a diiferent timing, at a different scenario but of the same reason- I m slacking too much. For people like Jon, it is the computer games addiction. For people like Kim, it is the addiction to television and probably horny magazines?! lols. However, for me, it is none of the above. It is something out of the ordinary but definitely queer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my obsession to mirrors. And uh...probably Soyabean!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, everyday without fail, I would stand in front of the mirror for hours (uh...probably not this much. maybe an hour at most) and stare at the mirror, looking for imperfections. Sometimes, even in the course of studying, I would just stand up suddenly and look at the mirror closely, looking for flaws. Even a strain of stray hair gets on my nerves! I know it is getting just too much but I couldn't stop it. My obsession to perfection and flawless skin is just getting overbearing. If this goes on, I know that 'O's would definiely be a big problem to me. And this, would be the biggest obstacle to my success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a matter of time, in fact with in 22days' time(my own schdule) it will soon be the starting of the 'O' levels. From this moment on, especially after the prelims, it will be a mayhem. Time would fly in the speed of sound. Nothing would be able to stop it and soon, with each passing day, it simply means the closer I am to the deadline, my death. The 'O's will arrive in no time and there lies my coffin. This could happen, face the music! My future lies in my hand. Only I, ME and MYSELF could be able to change my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must avert my attention to studies. I must! I must! I must! ROAR.ROAR.ROAR. Concentate and persevere is the key! Studies first, Soyabean second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3082872234315285758?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3082872234315285758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3082872234315285758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3082872234315285758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3082872234315285758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/self-realisation.html' title='self-realisation'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMU5HV42FfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KIvYVRGjZyU/s72-c/7ab1dd8f0af4e89a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1206528631233943712</id><published>2008-09-04T21:26:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:14:53.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A torturous day without soya'/><title type='text'>Daddy in its mental state. Lols.Run for your life!</title><content type='html'>Today, I shall declare my dad as the 'LAMEST GUY EVER' *round of applause please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stating the obvious, knowing me as a friend for a probably two years?! I guess it is quite distinct that I am a very lame person, in fact probably a random person as well, as what Kim has always been saying. But...the pathetic thing is, staying in the same house for a period of decade and even more to come, I failed to understand this person. That is none other than my dad! I never knew he possess this kind of humour?! Wft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen closely. My dad called the house in my house! wft. Could you imagine it? Oh well, how lame could he get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like 'Hello, who are you looking for?'&lt;br /&gt;dad: YOU! Come down right now?&lt;br /&gt;me: where? You mean like downstairs?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Then? and he started mumbling a list of places like wad poi chai, oh wadeva *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Me(could not believe my ears): You mean the kitchen? You mean you are calling from the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: yes! U r deaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like what the hell? Oh gosh, guess what? If that is the case, you could jolly well imagine my house as a massive gigantic palace with a thousand over maids serving us, and not to forget those dozens of lifts in my house. OK STOP IMAGINING! The reality is it is not! My house is just a pathetic tiny house in the corner of the road. Oh well, probably with just an additional staircase but... BUT it is still very very odd and very queer indeed, to reach me by a phone, worse of all, it is calling from my house to my house?! Oh well, this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done daddy! Probably it's time to fix a couple more phone lines. Just imagine, four lines in my house?! Oh...Sarcasm is in the air. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please take note: this is a post written on the 5th, Friday*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1206528631233943712?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1206528631233943712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1206528631233943712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1206528631233943712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1206528631233943712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/daddy-in-its-mental-state-lols.html' title='Daddy in its mental state. Lols.Run for your life!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7087569044485826499</id><published>2008-09-04T09:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:27:32.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMAMWWHvXWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4Xd3IW8OSpo/s1600-h/i_like_forcing_her_to_laugh_by_untouchable_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMAMWWHvXWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4Xd3IW8OSpo/s320/i_like_forcing_her_to_laugh_by_untouchable_face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242203544293956962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that we have all been waiting for-Thursday, has finally arrived. Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;Because it's a soyabean mission day! I am glad that soyabean turned up, aaww...he is still so very cute after almost a week of not seeing him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4DEFH were expected to be back for History lesson in the meeting room today, but definitely not all were well-disiplined enough to head back to school. Fortunately, most of the 4Es returned back. Surprising enough, it is not quite a drag. Uh...probably just a litle ( I really mean little! ) boring sometimes. It is quite a bit hard on rahim through. You know, his voice hasn't been very good and he literally have to scream at his top of his voice in order to complete with the noise level in the massive meeting room. Sighs...he almost blow his top, yeah, almost. Poor Rahim! I guess he just got a little too fed- up with the noise pollution that he started issuing quite a number of "yellow" cards. That is when red means you are offically invited to scram! Lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that duration of an hour in the meeting room turned out to be a  disturbing, disasterous, sickening lesson since Eunice was right behind me. Constantly throughout the lesson, she was disturbing a group of innocent young girls like me, Olivia and Jolyn by trickling us with her fingers or what-so-ever (feathers, maybe?), sweeping her fingers down to our spine, calling us darling or Honey. Oh well, just in case if you are living in the dark in your life, this is Euince. &lt;br /&gt;In fact she had even told Kim about how she wish Kim could, ahem, strip her bra in the night. Oh man, she is looking for trouble telling this to horny Kim. Oh well, I guess you could never stop her when she gets too hot. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we left for compass and started the JiaRui's present search. It turned out fine, just that because most of us were broke, a small problem cropped up and we couldn't buy much cause of that. &lt;br /&gt;As usual, we surprised him with gifts and sang a birthday song at KFC, discreetly, since we did not buy any cake. After the celebration at KFC, me and Jolyn headed to Jack's place for student meal and it was yummlious! Whhhooo...I love Jack's place! Ok fine, don't ever start me talking about food because you could never stop me talking about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks, that 's all for today. &lt;br /&gt;Off to watch some That 70's show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7087569044485826499?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7087569044485826499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7087569044485826499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7087569044485826499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7087569044485826499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SMAMWWHvXWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4Xd3IW8OSpo/s72-c/i_like_forcing_her_to_laugh_by_untouchable_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8271614787655034773</id><published>2008-09-02T21:33:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:43:42.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>three days in a row. Squueze those words!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since I have blogged and I know lots of you have been complaining how dead it is. I have been occupied with quite a number of things recently and since then, has kept my posts really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Wednesday already and there shall be history class tmr. The September holidays are so coming to an end. Urgh... Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achievement during the weekends: I completed New Moon! Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6bq_7kzfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yCWp7RZYGKA/s1600-h/735877086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6bq_7kzfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yCWp7RZYGKA/s320/735877086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241798179323956722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is not that I m busy doing some intensive revision or what-so-ever, it's the Twilight series (in this case, the New Moon) that had kept me so occupied these days. The book is just so inviting and each time I opened it, it never fails to keep me occupied for at least an hour or two. Seriously, I never thought I would be so addicted to books. I have never like reading since young but under the growing influence of readers around me and the need for me to improve my English standards, I decided to give it a try and it works!hehe. Once again, Bella and Edward has reunited after a small break up. I am so glad they are back together again! This time round, the story is kind of dry in the starting but when the story is coming to an end, you never know how it just sets my heart beating, especially when Bella is in the rescue mission to save Edward. It is just so...thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, on the first day of September Holidays- Monday, I woke up at 8am and did some Geography and Biology before heading down to Jumbo for dinner. The food standards there has improved but this time round, we ordered black pepper crab instead of Chili crab. I m not quite a fan of crabs but you just never know how great a combination the sauce of Chili crab is when coupled when 'man tous'. Sighs...I was sulking the whole thing through. You should never give the chili crabs a miss when you patronise Jumbo, seriously. Don't forget to pack some for me! just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, ha, my brother ridiculously gobbled down the plates of food so much that he felt like vomiting. My mother was like hovering around him with a plastic bag just in case he vomited in that pathetic 3 min interval from Jumbo to my home. Because of that, my mum decided to skip the trip of going to Chomp Chomp for deserts and ever since,I fell into abyss of depression. I looked at the ever crowded chomp chomp dwindling at its size while my dad sped like some F1 racer, it just hurts so much. Nooo....my deserts! Nah..I am just kidding, I m just feeling slightly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and without realisation it is Tuesday! OMG! The combined science students went back for practical before heading down to Olivia's surprise party. Let the pictures do the talking then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL4JFW_T7uI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hWD8EzIv55c/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL4JFW_T7uI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hWD8EzIv55c/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241637003980959458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL4HZY7L1AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2UPRUpT66hY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL4HZY7L1AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2UPRUpT66hY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241635149074650114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Jun busy sampling those F.O.C samples at counters. Uh well who is that girl, do I know her?! *run for life* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6sjEuG2eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Yto2PfkMaC4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6sjEuG2eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Yto2PfkMaC4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241816734868363746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...presents! A whole lot of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6sjpiwoHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iR-C6KtW1U4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6sjpiwoHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iR-C6KtW1U4/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241816744752881778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6kdt4Mg3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ziqowxsIKkM/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6kdt4Mg3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ziqowxsIKkM/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241807846744294258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo...earthquakes. The dried ices seemed to have melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended at swensons but some of us continued the sort of party at Kim's house watching THAT 70's SHOW! I just could not stop grasping for air. It is hilarious esp that Fred, Ahhh...I need air, I need air...&lt;br /&gt;However It is such a pity as we could not expose Kim's dirt secret. You know...those ahem magazines. Hahah. She must have hide it under those beds. I could so well, imagine that horny look on her face... Uh...better run before she hits me again! Look out, Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisation dawned on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh, it is already in the mid of September Holidays, Wednesday. I fumbled for my books and pens and did some intensive revision...which sort of,... failed. Firstly, it is not intensive. I went munching for food within those study sessions since my attention span isn't quite long. Secondly, I took a total of three naps cause my bed just seems so inviting. My blanket just seem to be pleading for me to cuddle it, my pillows just seemed to be screaming for my company and my Lama(that is my sheep) seems to be speaking to me, nah just kidding. Hallucination, hallucination. In short, it FAILED cause the weather is so cooling. Blame the weather! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, this holiday does not seem to be that productive after all. I know we are meant to study and mugged till our nose bleeds but...without motivation, without those uh... stress levels, things just don't get struck in our heads. Darn it, get in! whatever semen, oesophagus, villi, just get in and never come out! Roar. I m just kidding, esp the semen part. Don't think dirty Kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study that moustached guy. who else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8271614787655034773?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8271614787655034773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8271614787655034773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8271614787655034773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8271614787655034773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-days-in-row-squueze-those-words.html' title='three days in a row. Squueze those words!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SL6bq_7kzfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yCWp7RZYGKA/s72-c/735877086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8946372029404865184</id><published>2008-08-29T05:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:01:43.791-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>It is an obsession</title><content type='html'>You are living in denial if you were to say you are unaware of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew it, so sure of my existence and my small secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I adnit I don't have guts and I am not planning to do anything rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is just to stare at you from afar and look at the smiles litting up your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so simple...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8946372029404865184?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8946372029404865184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8946372029404865184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8946372029404865184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8946372029404865184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-is-obsession.html' title='It is an obsession'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-77260208540264097</id><published>2008-08-27T02:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:27:25.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>Not yet a confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SLUPz4IJlUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mJIyu2ydIE0/s1600-h/back_in_blaq_by_TrixyPixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SLUPz4IJlUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mJIyu2ydIE0/s400/back_in_blaq_by_TrixyPixie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239111125429753154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have spotted it. It been a long time since you found out, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth has finally presented itself after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless, my heart froze in panic. I have no ides what to do next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your actions made me wonder all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-77260208540264097?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/77260208540264097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=77260208540264097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/77260208540264097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/77260208540264097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-have-spotted-it.html' title='Not yet a confession'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SLUPz4IJlUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mJIyu2ydIE0/s72-c/back_in_blaq_by_TrixyPixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8106940334084861057</id><published>2008-08-26T02:19:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:08:45.519-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>Twilight craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SLPDbtXoAPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ahhDNlnLUM/s1600-h/356159064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SLPDbtXoAPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ahhDNlnLUM/s400/356159064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238745672364589298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finshed reading Twilight by Stephenie Meyer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is not just, I finshed reading the book yesterday. Despite the countless number of essays we have to memorise, I took up a little (okays, I lied  quite a lot actually, probably 3hours?!) of my time reading this romantic novel. I give it 4.9/5 stars. Seriously, the storyline is so captivating that little did I know I finshed this book within a shocking 2 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, Twilight is about this girl, Bella falling in love with Edward, a gorgeous human-lookalike vampire , soon after she arrived at Forks to stay with her dad. Ever since Bella's first day in High school, Edward knew she was 'the one'. From then on, they fell love and with each passing day, their love for each other deepened. They went through thick and thin and nearly had Bella killed when Edward arrived just in time to rescue that poor little girl from the clutches of another vampire. Ever since that toughest moment, they realised they could not live without one another and the story continues, with many more obstacles waiting for them, only to prove that their love for one another is sincere and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sweet? Aaawww... I can't wait to get my hands on New Moon! I can't wait to finsh all four books in this series at once. Probably you couldn't understand why I am so nuts about this, but seriously, you would not want to stop reading once you get started. Get hooked on it like me and you will understand how am I feeling! There was even a peiod of time when I was so captivated by this story that I actually thought of how soyabean could be a vampire. Me, a human. LOLS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I miss my blanket. Thinking that it is still basking under the hot menancing sun breaks my heart. 'Bei bei, my lovely blanket!' It would never be the same as before no matter how identical it look. It will not be as cuddlish as before, it will not be as cold before, it will never be my soft blanky. I hate washing my blankets. They weren't just....the same anymore. *pout lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May fate bring us together just like what happened to Bella and Edward.  I would never forget what happened today=) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8106940334084861057?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8106940334084861057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8106940334084861057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8106940334084861057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8106940334084861057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-craze.html' title='Twilight craze'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SLPDbtXoAPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ahhDNlnLUM/s72-c/356159064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8414141699985884365</id><published>2008-08-24T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:13:46.149-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>prelims mood</title><content type='html'>The rain came crashing down without any warning. I looked out ahead, aware of its impact as the sound of raindrops masked the rhythm of my love songs. It had been raining so much these days that it seemed like the sun has been vanished into thin air. &lt;br /&gt;Our usual hot and dry weather looks as if it had been replaced by this cold and moist weather. It is chilling to my bones and my body does not seem to be adapting to these changes. My blanket had been so cold to the touch these days. Rather than it keeping me warm, it is instead, my body, which is supplying all that heat to keep my blanket warm. How irony is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from school after attending the Chemistry prelims. It was not too bad, as compared to the pure science papers. It shall be Social studies and English tomorrow, yeah, two tough papers in a day. &lt;br /&gt;Probably SS would not be much of a problem if I were to revise the answering technigues again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that eveything would go on smoothly tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8414141699985884365?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8414141699985884365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8414141699985884365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8414141699985884365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8414141699985884365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/prelims-mood.html' title='prelims mood'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2361849721661894837</id><published>2008-08-22T02:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:23:35.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is just moving wwaaayy too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being the 59th day to 'O' levels, I shall start a project named 'Seize those words', this project is not created to bore you to your nerve-endings but to encourage readers to devote more of our time to English. We shall prove Ms Betsy wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to benefit readers of my blog, I shall be introducing 6 golden words in my post everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with something easy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundane(adj)- ordinary and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostracize(verb)- to be unfriendly towards someone and to diallow him to be part of your group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feign(verb)- to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreboding(noun) a feeling that something bad will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foremost(adj)- most important or famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forlorn(adj)- sad and lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2361849721661894837?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2361849721661894837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2361849721661894837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2361849721661894837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2361849721661894837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-is-just-moving-wwaaayy-too.html' title=''/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6054995620443858200</id><published>2008-08-22T01:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:00:50.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Chiong&apos; I could do it'/><title type='text'>chinese my head</title><content type='html'>The prelims started off with Chinese, which, obviously many of us didn't study for. I am one of them. That dreadful feeling of re-taking Chinese is.... URGH! Totally sick and disgusting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till today, I still could not believe that I am re-taking my Chinese AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe that I am waking up at 6.05, I could not believe that I am in my school uniform dragging my feet to school, I could not believe that I am writing Chinese letters... I could not believe that the Chinese prelims had already ended. I could not believe everything! Everything is so much like a dream. The reality is I have to get my A1 and since I have gotten that A2, I must retake it. Yes, I want my A1 but I do not wish to retake anything concerning Chinese. This is so contradicting yet I am hoping for the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crappy feeling=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6054995620443858200?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6054995620443858200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6054995620443858200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6054995620443858200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6054995620443858200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/chinese-my-head.html' title='chinese my head'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7411570433378876202</id><published>2008-08-21T10:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:19:56.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Chiong&apos; I could do it'/><title type='text'>Juat one more to go! Go for it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SK2i6bGQUjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/no-eifxpic4/s1600-h/I_will_hug_sun_by_my_hands____by_sergey1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SK2i6bGQUjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/no-eifxpic4/s400/I_will_hug_sun_by_my_hands____by_sergey1984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237021066291860018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I have finally developed a love for something. Something unusual, something I dislike in the past, something queer. Yeah, I know this might sound weird and nuts but seriously, I like studying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered those days when I hated history so much, to the core-est of the core, and how restless I become at the mention of "take out your History workbook,". Those torturous history lessons that I could still vividly recall, yes, every single detail of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things have seemed to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I crave for Rahim and his lessons everyday but there is just an urge for me to head home for some History facts and blah, an urge for me to file in those history worksheets and present it at its very best. It is queer of how things could be changed at such a short while. The history textbook now seems like a storybook with its events unfolding in front of me every time I flipped open it, despite the countless number of times I have done them and the countless number of times those events repeated themselves. It, somehow, amazes and interests me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unsure of how this change of heart had occured, but at the very least, it is a change for the better, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh, The Chinese Prelims is tomorrow! Sighs...this is one thing, one subject that I certainly dreaded about. The thought of having to retake another Chinese'O's and having to make an extra effort recalling all that formats and proverbs is certainly an unpalatable truth for me to accept. One fact that I still running away from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7411570433378876202?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7411570433378876202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7411570433378876202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7411570433378876202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7411570433378876202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/juat-one-more-to-go-go-for-it.html' title='Juat one more to go! Go for it!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SK2i6bGQUjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/no-eifxpic4/s72-c/I_will_hug_sun_by_my_hands____by_sergey1984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8439546774778475471</id><published>2008-08-20T10:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:47:25.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worrried'/><title type='text'>time is not on our side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKxJ-Z7w92I/AAAAAAAAAUg/F2beSlubQ4A/s1600-h/Hello_World_II_by_borissov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKxJ-Z7w92I/AAAAAAAAAUg/F2beSlubQ4A/s400/Hello_World_II_by_borissov.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236641803187320674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely running out of time and seriously behind my schedule. Sighs..I just could not concentrate when the computer is on, so seriously, I m kicking the habit of blogging daily, in the hope that this would not affect my English much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been as usual, very very busy and boring. Results especially Emath has been dropping after some slight improvements made in those previous tests. Sighs...it is just like a roller coaster ride which is really not consistent and definitely very amusing and shocking at the same time. What had gone wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am slowly regaining my momentum back, regaining my energy back, regaining that diligent and hardworking old self again, at the same time, forgeting those memories just to concentrate more on my studies. I shall bounce up like a ball but that never falls. Rise, rise, rise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is the limit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will we succeed under such time constraint? I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKxKJM1hmOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bSDfeHfw7lE/s1600-h/smile_by_angelsashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKxKJM1hmOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/bSDfeHfw7lE/s400/smile_by_angelsashes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236641988650047714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this look like Yuki??!! *screams*So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8439546774778475471?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8439546774778475471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8439546774778475471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8439546774778475471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8439546774778475471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-is-not-on-our-side.html' title='time is not on our side'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKxJ-Z7w92I/AAAAAAAAAUg/F2beSlubQ4A/s72-c/Hello_World_II_by_borissov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8333053367821105290</id><published>2008-08-17T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:40:44.032-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I - touchtouch'/><title type='text'>determination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKhimdK9eCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nMFisJV6LL4/s1600-h/Choose_Love_by_C_Money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKhimdK9eCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nMFisJV6LL4/s400/Choose_Love_by_C_Money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235542979623352354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum had ordered me to get some sleep but I insist that I would not sleep a wink for today, well, but I didn't tell her that=) I hope that she doesn't finds out. It is already 1.05am in the morning! Tmr/Today shall be the start of a new week. Sighs...the thought of it makes me sick in a way. Why can't there be a 3-day weekend? Schooling is getting so boring nowadays, except for the fact that I would get to see Soyabean. I know this is the umpteen time i have been saying this, but seriously, where do you find so much time to complete all your homework? &lt;br /&gt;Completing the basic- homework has already been a BIG PROBLEM to me, not to mention those self-revision stuffs. Currently, I am still rushing through 1)THE Chem TYS 2) English Compre; the whole of it! 3)RV paper2 4)Social studies essays and 5)My tuition work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is certainly one of the MAIN contributing factor to my whole lot of pimples! I bet boys would'nt have suffered from those serious acne if weren't for those stress levels that are mostly coming from the teachers. That must have been 99.9999% contributing factor, while the another 0.000001%, perhaps, could have come from the chocolates they have been indulging in, since chocolates are just so irresistible to resist. YUM! I m getting so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of food craves, guess what mad things I have done to stop my temptations? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just bought a whole lot of my favourite foods just to encourage myself to head home straight after school. LOLS, HAHAHAHA, my house is a food empire now! Well, these are the things that i have bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box of Nestle Kokocruch ceral, I know it is kiddy, but it is nice kays!&lt;br /&gt;A packet of peanut snack&lt;br /&gt;A box of custard puffs&lt;br /&gt;A packet of Vitagen&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter (These stuffs aren't meant for bread. They are to be just taken like that with a spoon. That is what Ah chirp did too, lols:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget, my Nasi Lemak!! Haha, but that is what I have bought earlier this week, on Saturday. I am just merging those things I have purchased within this weekend that is related to my madness. Haha, just to convince you that I m seriously mad about foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it is already 1.32am, I have taken exactly 27 mins to complete this post. It isn't too much a waste of my time rights?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8333053367821105290?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8333053367821105290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8333053367821105290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8333053367821105290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8333053367821105290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/determination.html' title='determination'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKhimdK9eCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/nMFisJV6LL4/s72-c/Choose_Love_by_C_Money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5980653468440315329</id><published>2008-08-17T10:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:11:38.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in urself</title><content type='html'>I really miss Soyabean. Sighs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional control needed. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5980653468440315329?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5980653468440315329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5980653468440315329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5980653468440315329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5980653468440315329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/believe-in-urself.html' title='Believe in urself'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6693685743457754083</id><published>2008-08-15T09:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:27:05.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean still as cute as ever'/><title type='text'>Save my skin</title><content type='html'>OH NO! A warning for a start for Project S.O.S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples are popping up one after another these days. Scars are also sufacing as I could not stand the urge not to provoke them. Worst of all, I have even received comments on my darker skin tone. OH NO! This is a disastrous news for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT!URGH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays this is the list that I have compiled to savage my skin:&lt;br /&gt;HABA WHITELADY(10ml) $29/ $76&lt;br /&gt;ZA WHITE EMULSION $19&lt;br /&gt;LANCOME SPOT ERASER(5ml) $18  &lt;br /&gt;KOSE MASK WHITE $29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;vichy bi white intensive corrective care $72&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Finale Whitening Cream&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules to abide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)No fast foods&lt;br /&gt;2)Lots of plain water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray that Project S.O.S would be a success!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for it now. Off to complete the rest of Biology!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6693685743457754083?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6693685743457754083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6693685743457754083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6693685743457754083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6693685743457754083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/save-my-skin.html' title='Save my skin'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8185926595046835135</id><published>2008-08-13T06:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:32:39.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky lucky day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKLT6spAitI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bifjiPHAMDo/s1600-h/I_Love_You__In_Hands__by_xXBeastOfBloodXx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKLT6spAitI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bifjiPHAMDo/s400/I_Love_You__In_Hands__by_xXBeastOfBloodXx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233978722326973138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English Oral today was not too bad, it was, to my advantage actually. The conversion topic was about what is your favourite hairstyle and I was thinking &lt;br /&gt;'OMG, BEAUTY -RELATED QUESTION, I BETTER VOMIT SOME UNIQUE THINGS OUT!!'  And I really did! It was more like a crapping session though. Mr Tien asked me how I actually implanted my beauty knowledge in and I was like describing to him about the way I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is(The funny part):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahem)Being a modest and conservative (ahem) kind of student, I would like to have clean cut that would not disrupt my thoughts.... Being a student, we should focus more on studies, rather than beauty cause it is our job.... hence....&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tien laughed hysterially upon hearing my answer and he was like 'HAHAHAHAHA, U, CONSERVATIVE? And I was like Yeah, Must fake a bit before he continued grasping for air. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have decided to re-take my chinese 'O' level, so yeah, wish me luck then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study Biology! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soyabean, Wheee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8185926595046835135?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8185926595046835135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8185926595046835135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8185926595046835135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8185926595046835135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucky-lucky-day.html' title='lucky lucky day'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKLT6spAitI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/bifjiPHAMDo/s72-c/I_Love_You__In_Hands__by_xXBeastOfBloodXx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8371304271463918873</id><published>2008-08-12T04:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T04:56:21.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doleful'/><title type='text'>A bloody A2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKFq4jKXFKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/N5O7r452Rns/s1600-h/Question__by_MultiCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKFq4jKXFKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/N5O7r452Rns/s400/Question__by_MultiCurious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233581761725142178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A depressing day it have been. You're right, A2 is alright. &lt;br /&gt;But it is not, to me! IT IS NOT OK! IT IS NOT OK! IT IS A BAD SCORE! IT IS A FREAKING A2! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned home after lunch in KFC. AMaths papers were returned back, though I did pretty well, but what is the bloody use? These are only practices. It does not guarantee an A1, does it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if u you insist that it DOES makes a difference, then I shall tell you it doesn't. I m the perfect example, look at my freaking A2! Have I done well in the chinese mock or any of the class tests? Have i? So what if I have done well? Still, I don't get an A1.  So what if you are SUPER-dilligent, people who are smart could overtake you with just a small effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS SO UNFAIR, AIN'T IT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8371304271463918873?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8371304271463918873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8371304271463918873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8371304271463918873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8371304271463918873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloody-a2.html' title='A bloody A2'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SKFq4jKXFKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/N5O7r452Rns/s72-c/Question__by_MultiCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3016902023145156565</id><published>2008-08-10T18:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:24:01.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wonder'/><title type='text'>my food hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ-TgylsNwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/o6G6plKj-kI/s1600-h/36c898715a5ec2f70dd0ffdd58fbc5a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ-TgylsNwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/o6G6plKj-kI/s400/36c898715a5ec2f70dd0ffdd58fbc5a9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233063483572762370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m feeling okay now, just a little hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM...I have this sudden crave for Mcdonald's hashbrowns, my nasi-lemak, and papaya soyamilk from AMK Mr bean, just the minute I woke up. It is 6hours and 40mins more before I head down to my extra amaths tuition. Probably, I shall reward my taste buds if I could complete the to-do list later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure why but I would usually get to satisfy my craving in a, I would say, miraculous way.&lt;br /&gt;The other day, when I was in East Coast hawker cente, wondering what to fill my stomach, I combed the entire hawker center and eventually settled for those black noodles(Cha Kuay Teow). It was a tough decision, though. There were so much award winning stalls, Duck rice, Satays and Laska but I have only a choice. From then on, I had the tempation to eat Laska, just out of a sudden, especially after whiffing in those heavenly coconut-riched air emulating from Pearl's bowl of Laska later on. &lt;br /&gt;Then...miraculously, a day later, my aunt and uncle brought Laska for dinner! I was so thrilled. The greedy me gobbled down a half bowl of it, before leaving the dining table, feeling sssooo satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon another day has passed and it was Sunday. In the early morning at 8am, I woke up and headed for tuition. In the midst of doing maths, out of all things, a plate of cha kuay teow popped out in my head. Mmmm... &lt;br /&gt;Straight after tuition, I dashed to the nearest hawker center to satisy my cravings. Yummy! I attended my English tuition soon after, had this ANOTHER Papaya soyamilk crave, and bought it! My friends were complaining how weird i am yesterday. I admit it, Im nuts about about food, my taste buds are just getting so sensitive LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the later part of the day, just before dinner, my body just crave so badly for the sweet and sour tofu that my mum made ages ago. Thinking of the orange-tinted sauce laden with plain rice just makes me drool(of course not literally!). Before I knew it, the dish was just in front of me in the next moment. Wow! That is another sort-of-miracle happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I posses any hidden powers. Maybe I should just crave for 7A1s now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3016902023145156565?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3016902023145156565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3016902023145156565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3016902023145156565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3016902023145156565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-food-hunt.html' title='my food hunt'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ-TgylsNwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/o6G6plKj-kI/s72-c/36c898715a5ec2f70dd0ffdd58fbc5a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-3497742244990478449</id><published>2008-08-10T05:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:41:23.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tension</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ7TiuRATAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/IcLr8bHq4tM/s1600-h/the_crown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ7TiuRATAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/IcLr8bHq4tM/s400/the_crown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232852410539461634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, breathe, breathe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes ago, I have found out someone had thrown away my precious pieces of pink papers, and almost immediately, a wave of rage just swept over me before I stood up of my chair, screamed and demanded the culprit to admit to his/her mistake. I swore and cursed. Who is that busybody? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension was so tense at that point of confession. I was so faring mad, even though she was my mum, how could she throw away my things without my permission? Yeah, and she could even answer me in such a calm tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is in the rubbish bin,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the one outside my room, but neither did I thought she was referring to the gigantic bin outside my house gate. This fuelled my anger even more. What? That smelly bin? How could I revive that back? But those pieces of paper were of such importance to me that I flew down the stairs without a second thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I took a deep breath, opened the bin and was surprised to see the bag of rubbish lying in that dry, odour-less green bin. I fished out my pieces of papers among all the other paper based rubbish and returned back to my room again, relieved. Nonetheless, my anger had not receded and I was still at the verge of exploding any minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP AND LET ME GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-3497742244990478449?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/3497742244990478449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=3497742244990478449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3497742244990478449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/3497742244990478449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/tension.html' title='tension'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ7TiuRATAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/IcLr8bHq4tM/s72-c/the_crown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6742895528337556379</id><published>2008-08-09T08:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:24:29.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the last push'/><title type='text'>Ouch, mentally and physically.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ21wZwvMTI/AAAAAAAAATw/irc5jOH6w8c/s1600-h/a16f1aff5a63befb20301793e7b1a842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ21wZwvMTI/AAAAAAAAATw/irc5jOH6w8c/s400/a16f1aff5a63befb20301793e7b1a842.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232538185228038450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was the nation's birthday today, nothing much special really happened. The clock continues ticking, the fan continues spinning and the workload remained piling up so high. &lt;br /&gt;From head to toe, my body just aches so much, to the extent of sitting down slowly and gently so the my spine wouldn't hurt that much. I feel like an old woman, so sick and tired that even a simple reflex action like lifting a finger requires much thought and effort to acheive. I don't even feel like thinking. Not to mention cracking my head over some maths sums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I could not allow myself to let the day go to waste. So I figured out THE perfect posture of sitting/lying while doing something beneficial. I leaned my back against my pillow up 90 degrees, with my legs stretched out so that the wounds would not have any contact with anything physical, cuddled my soft blue blanket and started reading. Reading was what I did all day. I completed reading Teenage magazines, Reader's digest and a book called Karin's dilemma in the noon. As for the rest of the day, I attempted some Anderson Secondary maths questions which nearly bored me to tears. It was not that it was too easy, but it was just so freaking tricky, difficult and disgusting that left my mind wondering in my 'Lala land' before I came out of my room to have a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the 'O's is coming in a month's time or two, the prelims in a week or two. But I m just getting too restless, worned out and so not motivated to start studying. Biology mock exam would be held next week and I have not even touched any chapters. I just don't feel like thinking cause I m feeling so ache all over. Every motion I take is pain. All I want to do is to stare into apace and stone there... My future seems so bleak all of a sudden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6742895528337556379?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6742895528337556379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6742895528337556379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6742895528337556379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6742895528337556379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore-though-it-was.html' title='Ouch, mentally and physically.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ21wZwvMTI/AAAAAAAAATw/irc5jOH6w8c/s72-c/a16f1aff5a63befb20301793e7b1a842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4605867177854380228</id><published>2008-08-08T20:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:43:08.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest soyabean'/><title type='text'>Great day in the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ0SRwkSQcI/AAAAAAAAATo/JGU1RMebefM/s1600-h/Bruises_by_kathryngrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ0SRwkSQcI/AAAAAAAAATo/JGU1RMebefM/s400/Bruises_by_kathryngrace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232358438378553794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class outing was great, except for the countless number of falls I had while learning to blade. But it was still fun, after all I have mastered how to blade within 4hours. Whooooo, I have a talent for rollerblading=) All thanks to my wonderful coachers;kim and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it is a blessing that I have maintained my fair skin tone despite cycling in the blazing hot sun for 2hours. I am not sure if my limbs gets any tanner than usual but I don't really care. It is my face that really matters, it is my face that I have spent a bomb on all along and I would not let the sun rays to destroy all my efforts. I hate the sun. Not only does it makes us tanner, it causes premature aging which leds to wrinkles and brown spots over time (and even skin cancer). Hence, we should always block the sun from reaching us and the only way to prevent this is to apply sunblock(different from sunscreen) consistently. Fine, but this only applies to girls, I guess guys are usually healthier looking in tanned skin tones but too much of it isn't a good thing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, &lt;br /&gt;I have few more bruises added to my limbs and I bet my limbs must be looking at its worst state ever. There is one really big one at my left ankle, another smaller one at my right knee and two other small ones at my knees and ankle. URGH! And ouch, my spine and butt hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, enough of the lamenting. I shall start my engine today after a great day in the beach. Off to study=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4605867177854380228?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4605867177854380228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4605867177854380228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4605867177854380228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4605867177854380228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-day-in-beach.html' title='Great day in the beach'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJ0SRwkSQcI/AAAAAAAAATo/JGU1RMebefM/s72-c/Bruises_by_kathryngrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2228668579387485236</id><published>2008-08-07T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:11:44.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We, class 4Electrizzare are going ECP tmr! It is the last moment that we could share before our 'O's so let's cherish these precious moments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I m not very enthu about this trip cause going to the beach means getting tanned. Oh man, my face seriously need some whitening cream. It is getting darker and darker each day! NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I hate this! I want my fair skin tone! I want my fair skin tone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2228668579387485236?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2228668579387485236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2228668579387485236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2228668579387485236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2228668579387485236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-class-4electrizzare-are-going-ecp.html' title=''/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-9069614762537836584</id><published>2008-08-07T05:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:44:59.324-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest soyabean'/><title type='text'>My poor skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJrgQkK4laI/AAAAAAAAATg/IEGDlxVnK0E/s1600-h/2_5_by_KrzysztofKuczera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJrgQkK4laI/AAAAAAAAATg/IEGDlxVnK0E/s400/2_5_by_KrzysztofKuczera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231740492336108962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another addition to my 'bruise collection'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, P.E lessons had been so fun these days that whenever there is a P.E lesson, I would definitely have an addition bruise or injury to my body. It was first, a hit by a shuttlecock right at my forehead together with an almost-sprain and eventually a fall last Tuesday, and now, it was a drastic fall from the chair 1 metre above ground level. I landed on my knees with the ball crouched tightly in my arms before everyone began scurrying towards me. I did not cried, instead I began laughing hysterically non-stop when the girls are so concerned over my fall. Nonetheless, I rise up to my knees again and 'persevere' till the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only redness over that area at first then it started bulging up like an air sac, and soon before I knew it, it turned to a blue-black. Urgh! Not again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I shall praise myself as the...&lt;br /&gt;most 'wei da' captain ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I risked my life for the ball and luckily my sacrifce was not wasted as we won the game after all, all thanks to me. Yays! LOLS, I m just kidding. It is the team effort that made everything possible. High fives for my team members- Nigel, Pearl, Wen Xin, Jolin, Jiajia, and of course, all the caring and thoughtful girls who came to my rescue! I love 4e! Whooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, today's Trigo test was surprising very do-able, well actually, both tests are quite easy and not what I have expected, you know, that kind of killer papers. Good for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-9069614762537836584?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/9069614762537836584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=9069614762537836584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9069614762537836584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/9069614762537836584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-poor-skin.html' title='My poor skin'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJrgQkK4laI/AAAAAAAAATg/IEGDlxVnK0E/s72-c/2_5_by_KrzysztofKuczera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7006368516620659138</id><published>2008-08-06T05:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:30:40.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest soyabean'/><title type='text'>Trigo sucks to the core</title><content type='html'>Oh no, Trigonometry and Plane Geometry test would be held tomorrow. The worst thing is, I have not completed my revision booklet. Dammit. I hate Trigo, I hate Trigo, I hate Trigo, I hate Trigo, I really do. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7006368516620659138?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7006368516620659138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7006368516620659138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7006368516620659138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7006368516620659138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/trigo-sucks-to-core.html' title='Trigo sucks to the core'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8192733013575823699</id><published>2008-08-05T01:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:21.896-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest soyabean'/><title type='text'>one fine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJgL4fZJC1I/AAAAAAAAATY/0r39mTVno5w/s1600-h/Must_Love_Bubbles_by_Phoeebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJgL4fZJC1I/AAAAAAAAATY/0r39mTVno5w/s400/Must_Love_Bubbles_by_Phoeebs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230944032318360402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our hectic secondary four life, everyday just passes by like a flash of lightning, so fast and so unknowingly. It has been a torture having to face the endless homework and tests each day. I am so sick and tired of this. 77 more days to go, would I be able to persevere till the end? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing that would make me smile- My Soyabean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special dedication to 'Ti o' Tien(cause he spys on people's blog):&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I get it, you read my blog right. Haha. I know you must be jealous that I say Mr Koh is nice rights? Only a muffin what, that muffin isn't poisonous, that person didn't die from eating it, I swear. I would say you are nice if u offer me a muffin too. LOLS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8192733013575823699?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8192733013575823699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8192733013575823699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8192733013575823699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8192733013575823699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-fine-day.html' title='one fine day'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJgL4fZJC1I/AAAAAAAAATY/0r39mTVno5w/s72-c/Must_Love_Bubbles_by_Phoeebs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5308491265415018392</id><published>2008-08-04T06:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:22.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are you'/><title type='text'>Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJb9j_VN5VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KGKAEhq4VfY/s1600-h/muzyka_by_smile_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJb9j_VN5VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KGKAEhq4VfY/s400/muzyka_by_smile_d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230646811975083346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1 achievement of the day- I passed my Emaths test! WOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugher + grin**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson was, as usual, quite hilarious with Mrs Tan's lame jokes. I think she just posess this funny but natural way of talking, but anyways, we did the zuo ye today and almost the whole class had to squat down as a punishment for not doing the homework. Well, I did get punished but that is bcos I forgot to bring the book. Miracously, She chose me out of the whole 26 people to narrate the whole story out. So there I was, recalling the storyline and at the same time injecting some humour in it( But I think no one got it) as if they were little kids listening to some grandmother stories. I was then given a chance to sit, reason being as I am a good storyteller. LOLs, I am kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'O' levels Chinese results would be released on the 12th. Oh man, I m so numb with fear right now. I m looking forward to this day, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;P.s The Ikea magazine is so awsome. I love their designs so much. I want a long mirror,  and wait, a new wardrobe, oh yea, and a table lamp and a carpet and a pink bedsheet and.... Oh man this is starting again. The Obsessive Jiahui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5308491265415018392?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5308491265415018392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5308491265415018392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5308491265415018392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5308491265415018392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/jump.html' title='Jump'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJb9j_VN5VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KGKAEhq4VfY/s72-c/muzyka_by_smile_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6664603963125843431</id><published>2008-08-03T06:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:56:52.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A torturous day without soya'/><title type='text'>What a girl want.</title><content type='html'>I want a laptop, I want an IPHONE, I want a new schoolbag, I want the kose nose mask, I want new shoes, I want shopping, I want more dresses, I want to eat egg tarts, I want some boxes of tako-balls, I want to drink some vitagen, I want, I want, I want!!!!! I &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; NEED TIME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, enough of the lamenting. No one could ever satisfy my material demands. It is just so ever-ending. They are right, niu ren de dong xi shi mai bu wan de. Argh! This is so irritating. I am broke, I am broke, I am broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if things aren't bad enough for me, I realised that a blue black had found its nestling place on my left knee. An ugly black spot has inhabited &lt;strong&gt;permanently&lt;/strong&gt; on my leg. What is this? What is this? When did this start to appear? Get away! Go away! I want my blemish-free leg back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUURRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6664603963125843431?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6664603963125843431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6664603963125843431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6664603963125843431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6664603963125843431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-girl-want.html' title='What a girl want.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8637967297294266426</id><published>2008-08-02T09:34:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:22.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutest soyabean'/><title type='text'>This day- I shall never forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJSMt3q6fZI/AAAAAAAAATI/niQH-JTdffw/s1600-h/Carpal_Tunnel_Of_Love_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJSMt3q6fZI/AAAAAAAAATI/niQH-JTdffw/s400/Carpal_Tunnel_Of_Love_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229959786949934482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns. I am feeling a little tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just came back from our oral session with Ms Betsy and it was really hilarious, especially with Cheng Siong as our new member in our group. Ms Betsy is really nice too, she gave us a number of sincere suggestions which came across quite useful. Though it was supposed to be study session, it was actually more like a chit-chatting session for us. We shared our views and also, at the same time, listened to others' opinions and suggestions together with their views on life as a whole. It was quite inspiring actually, I really enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two hour session went past just in a twinkle of an eye. Eventually, we ended our session at 9.30 and went for some dinner/supper after a formal greeting/goodbye to Ms Teo. Serious! We really hummed the rhyme of "Goodbye, Ms Teo, thank you Ms Teo" and she was like " Are you kidding me?". Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for Mcdonalds after that and was surprised to see some of the band people like Kaiying, Joyce, manting, Jason and klehmond... (i could not rmb lerhs) at the basement. By then, it was already 10pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quickie at Mcdonalds, we went on separate ways back home. What an eventful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8637967297294266426?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8637967297294266426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8637967297294266426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8637967297294266426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8637967297294266426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/yawns.html' title='This day- I shall never forget'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJSMt3q6fZI/AAAAAAAAATI/niQH-JTdffw/s72-c/Carpal_Tunnel_Of_Love_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5887092935052975990</id><published>2008-08-01T03:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:23.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plasters for poor soya.'/><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJLbjMjOOKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/U7qB7SsaT_c/s1600-h/VStock_Crazy_Laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJLbjMjOOKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/U7qB7SsaT_c/s400/VStock_Crazy_Laugh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229483515041429666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYS! 79 marks for Amaths Revision test!! Yays!Yays!Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I have finally tasted success after so much hard work=) Yes!!!! Look at the moon, I m there! (I m over the moon)okays, I m being lame.&lt;br /&gt;Off to revise Chemsitry then. I will be giving up Geography anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5887092935052975990?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5887092935052975990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5887092935052975990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5887092935052975990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5887092935052975990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/08/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJLbjMjOOKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/U7qB7SsaT_c/s72-c/VStock_Crazy_Laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2983402990494754368</id><published>2008-07-31T06:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:23.649-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop pretending.'/><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJGysW5T9WI/AAAAAAAAASw/1hLxlxtKa6I/s1600-h/Doriana_03_by_hellwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJGysW5T9WI/AAAAAAAAASw/1hLxlxtKa6I/s400/Doriana_03_by_hellwoman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229157117483808098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes before I switch off the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, let this be a fast one!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ng had to attend some course today therefore we had our maths testS in the D&amp;T room with 4h and D instead. Haha, it was the first time that our class had test in the D&amp;T room and surprisingly, it was kinda conductive in that cooling environment. At first I thought that it would be quite cold so I bought 2 jackets plus 5 packets of tissues(just in case), however(and luckily) I did not even "ah choo" once! So Miracles do happen! LOLS, I am being lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways after the test, I found out that Mr koh was actually quite a nice teacher. I have always had this impression of him being that serious and you-must-be-100%-correct kind of teacher, not till today. He even offered us muffins and biscuits. LOLS, but no one dare to take it. I guess everyoone is shy?! But eventually, Elmo took it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;However, I did not managed to complete my emaths paper, I bet most of us didnt make it in time. There must be something very wrong with the setter. All questions under 1hour?! This is nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the bloody vetter?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, a big pimple on my forehead! ARGH! Pimple equals stress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2983402990494754368?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2983402990494754368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2983402990494754368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2983402990494754368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2983402990494754368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJGysW5T9WI/AAAAAAAAASw/1hLxlxtKa6I/s72-c/Doriana_03_by_hellwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1756306745155455103</id><published>2008-07-30T04:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:24.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crashing on you'/><title type='text'>Oh Ms Betsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJBC0n2MiSI/AAAAAAAAASo/bfR5T-PAwD4/s1600-h/Smile_by_kaukaumooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJBC0n2MiSI/AAAAAAAAASo/bfR5T-PAwD4/s400/Smile_by_kaukaumooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228752639194073378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes relaxing Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today has been quite a fast one with only four subjects to "tahan" through. I guess it has always been! But anyways, it started off with the ever humorous lesson- English. Haha, I really love Betsy! She is so funny at times that really perks us up. Serious! We did two compres and did the "news in class" thing that really interests me. And guess what? She chose that on purpose because the pure sciences are having Bio SPA in the afternoon. Isn't she great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the later part of the day, during recess, I went to find her for the arrangement of oral practices. Haha, we have decided to change it to Saturday 7pm. Isn't it perfect? I think we are able to have some dinner together and laugh with her. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I think I was over-friendly with her that I called her Betsy instead of Ms Betsy. It was humorous! I was like "Hello Betsy?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was ike" you called me Betsy?!" in a joking manner after that.OPPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...it just slipped off my mind. But seriously, she is more like a friend than a teacher to me that I called her Betsy. Eventually, when I broke this news to people(like ah soh Kim), they just laugh their heads off. Ernest almost spurted out his water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that funny???!!&lt;br /&gt;-.-??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEIJUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1756306745155455103?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1756306745155455103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1756306745155455103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1756306745155455103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1756306745155455103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-ms-betsy.html' title='Oh Ms Betsy'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SJBC0n2MiSI/AAAAAAAAASo/bfR5T-PAwD4/s72-c/Smile_by_kaukaumooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-598241305039052132</id><published>2008-07-29T07:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:27.330-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want an IPHONE'/><title type='text'>mmm....i smell honey</title><content type='html'>The Singapore Garden Festival waas held on this week. Through I did not have the fortune to be there physically, at least I am able to view them in these photos. Haha...I m a lover of flowers. So yeah...Share the joy! This entire post shall be dedicated to FLOWERS! Whee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8i7lYr9OI/AAAAAAAAASY/KRrKhF4n1ds/s1600-h/thumbnail01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8i7lYr9OI/AAAAAAAAASY/KRrKhF4n1ds/s400/thumbnail01.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228436099443717346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8iZujBLfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lcj7VKXZUi4/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8iZujBLfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lcj7VKXZUi4/s400/090.JPG" border="0" &lt;br /&gt;alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228435517787418098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8h3lyCziI/AAAAAAAAASI/lyEq_Pd-Ndk/s1600-h/252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8h3lyCziI/AAAAAAAAASI/lyEq_Pd-Ndk/s400/252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228434931318967842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8hjHqTRSI/AAAAAAAAASA/A1i8KKxF1aY/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8hjHqTRSI/AAAAAAAAASA/A1i8KKxF1aY/s400/108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228434579636045090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8hLqKeQkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/D4jU7dw_Txs/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8hLqKeQkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/D4jU7dw_Txs/s400/107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228434176580928066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Don't you evr bite me. haha, just kidding=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8gxvplAgI/AAAAAAAAARs/j4zgHv7jVos/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8gxvplAgI/AAAAAAAAARs/j4zgHv7jVos/s400/089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228433731376972290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, what a breathtaking view! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8eGAJUe5I/AAAAAAAAARk/EFx1Rmhp-6A/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8eGAJUe5I/AAAAAAAAARk/EFx1Rmhp-6A/s400/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228430780867574674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8dtRISgRI/AAAAAAAAARY/59lKsQiUgp4/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8dtRISgRI/AAAAAAAAARY/59lKsQiUgp4/s400/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228430355929923858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8ch00xIOI/AAAAAAAAARI/LakeJgwuSlo/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8ch00xIOI/AAAAAAAAARI/LakeJgwuSlo/s400/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228429059841663202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8bvQ-xWTI/AAAAAAAAARA/Kml722lI75E/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8bvQ-xWTI/AAAAAAAAARA/Kml722lI75E/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228428191226485042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, *drum roll* these beautiful pictures are actually taken by my mummy! haha. P.s she is fairer than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8jNToWpmI/AAAAAAAAASg/vN1PMGCQktw/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8jNToWpmI/AAAAAAAAASg/vN1PMGCQktw/s400/063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228436403915236962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they beautiful??!! &lt;br /&gt;I love flowers!! *screams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-598241305039052132?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/598241305039052132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=598241305039052132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/598241305039052132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/598241305039052132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='mmm....i smell honey'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI8i7lYr9OI/AAAAAAAAASY/KRrKhF4n1ds/s72-c/thumbnail01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6745183096878904621</id><published>2008-07-28T03:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:27.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I shall perservere'/><title type='text'>Get out of my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI2a4Fhv1vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Pd2olqnIh0I/s1600-h/208450757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI2a4Fhv1vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Pd2olqnIh0I/s400/208450757.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228005030794090226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHHHH NNNOOOO...17 more days to 'O' levels ENGLISH ORAL &amp; 84 more days to 'O' levles!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!! Oh bloodly hell, why is time running out so fast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1, I want my A1,...&lt;br /&gt;(x10000000000)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is gonna stop me. I am going to fly. Wheee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I have developed feeling for ENGLISH!!YAY!! &lt;br /&gt;I have just bought a new spectacles! Haha, I know I look smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6745183096878904621?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6745183096878904621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6745183096878904621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6745183096878904621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6745183096878904621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-out-of-my-way.html' title='Get out of my way'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SI2a4Fhv1vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Pd2olqnIh0I/s72-c/208450757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4570702572317866545</id><published>2008-07-26T05:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:27.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is serious business'/><title type='text'>Go, go, go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SIsPB0FI5FI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ixTNUzARo6Q/s1600-h/9811c035f8cdbf78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SIsPB0FI5FI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ixTNUzARo6Q/s400/9811c035f8cdbf78.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227288316328076370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, THIS IS MY 100Th POST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maths mock exams was held today and it was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just come back from Bugis with Sotong and it was not too bad despite not getting the objective of the trip done. But since I am feeling a little too tired, we came back early instead. &lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, my search for a new bag had failed and the DHL balloon was down with maintenance. How sad is this? My therapy does not seem to help either! With only 30mins to shop around Bugis junction, we practically browsed through the shops with lighting speed, needless to say, it was more like a mission to set foot in every store instead of a "therapy". &lt;br /&gt;As usual, as weekend approaches, the place is bustling with people, so much that we were almost in contact with people every time(skin to skin, i mean) like fish in water. It was therefore, very tiring and frustrating, having to squeeze with mad shoppers and to search for stuffs under time constrain. Probably that is why I am feeling a bit bored with the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I have finally visited the National Library for the first time of my life! It was so huge that it makes me feel so insignificant, seriously. Eventually, Sotong and I settled down at Hans cafe and brought a crumble pie each before drowning ourselves with books. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an eventful day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I (still) need more retail therapy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, money! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Happy Birthday Sweety Sotong!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4570702572317866545?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4570702572317866545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4570702572317866545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4570702572317866545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4570702572317866545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-go-go.html' title='Go, go, go'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SIsPB0FI5FI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ixTNUzARo6Q/s72-c/9811c035f8cdbf78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4808303287338449448</id><published>2008-07-21T09:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:28.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost for words'/><title type='text'>I could reach for the moon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SISq4mfO4qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LN-Oh_FX6tE/s1600-h/The_Girls_by_Doubtful_Della.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SISq4mfO4qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LN-Oh_FX6tE/s400/The_Girls_by_Doubtful_Della.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225489357037560482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just come back from my English tuition. Yeah, i came back home at 10.30pm. So hardworking rights? LOLS. It had been a tiring day but yet I m still feeling very energetic now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, Tan Jiahui of 4e got the second in class for maths!!! OMG!! I could have pranced for joy at the very moment. I feel so proud of myself, seriously!!!! I could not imagine myself being in the top for maths. Me?? oh gosh, i just couldn't stop saying OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, miraculously, I have found out that SOYBEAN AND I ACTUALLY COME FROM THE SAME PRIMARY SCHOOL, just today. OMG! It is too much of a coincidence! Having the capability to come score well enough to come qualify for NC isn't quite and easy task. Moreover, having able to be able to meet again at NC is like having 0.000000001chance to succeed. However, we managed to get through these "barriers" and meet again. Isn't that so much of a coincidence? I could not believe my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG.... (x100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet i must have said more that a thousand OMG today. Oh gosh, I just simply love today!! Wheee...... &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha * evil laugher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to study! I m not planning to sleep anyways!(I bet even if i does, I would be overjoyed to dream of anything!) Don't worry I have one secret weapon- coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My mum is forbidding me to sing. Damn it...I don't even have the right to sing in my own house! LOLS. She just don;t understand my joy. But wadeva, I m still going to sing. LALALALALALALALLALA, mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4808303287338449448?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4808303287338449448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4808303287338449448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4808303287338449448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4808303287338449448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-could-reach-for-moon.html' title='I could reach for the moon!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SISq4mfO4qI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LN-Oh_FX6tE/s72-c/The_Girls_by_Doubtful_Della.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1492180932247584262</id><published>2008-07-20T06:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:47:22.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world revolves around u.'/><title type='text'>My soy confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Before U start reading please be aware that this post is specially dedicated to SOYABEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Soya!&lt;br /&gt;Though it might not be obvious, I hope u will get it some day. I don't why I felt so afraid when u are close. I don't why but u make my hands tremble. I don't know why but you never fail to make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I m so mad! I kant believe that I m confessing this to the whole world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1492180932247584262?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1492180932247584262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1492180932247584262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1492180932247584262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1492180932247584262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/confession.html' title='My soy confession'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-4969492913230414166</id><published>2008-07-19T05:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:02:38.137-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where are you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soyabean?'/><title type='text'>pout</title><content type='html'>My Saturday went by like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mock Exam had officially started today but I was already late for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;Even with my dad fetching me to school (which is a miracle without him nagging), I was late for 10minutes. Terrified, with my hands trembling, I dashed my way up to the hall, only to see Mr.Krishnan waving for me to go in after staring at the sea of students which had already assembled in the hall. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but at that time, I was feeling like a lost child, unsure of everything that is going on and lost in my own thoughts when finally, Mr. Krishnan came to my rescue and pulled me out of my dream into reality. I was saved. Though this had only happened for just a few mere seconds, I seem to understand the true meaning of fear. You could say that this is the first time I ever felt so scared. It feels just like an outbreak of a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I left the school in one piece after four torturous hours of SS and English. I could only say I have tried my best. Believe it or not but I completely left an essay blank. Regardless if it is the test or the preparation I did for this SS mock exam, I have failed terribly in manging my time. Time is my biggest enemy. I hate to say this but I really feel like a loser. Why isn't hard work equal to results? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad issues aside, supposedly, I was to rush to get my first make-over tool done after the ss exam, hop onto the train to get to buy a bag from Orchard and finally meet Sotong at Bugis. However, my supposedly scheduled-packed day ended up nothing like what I've expected. The DHL balloon trip was cancelled again because rain was like pouring non-stop for the whole evening. Meanwhile, the Orchard trip was also cancelled becos I was planning to fetch Ang Sian from her house to Bugis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday was ruined because of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I have managed to get my first makeover tool done. I bet you must be wondering what is that. No hints, no clues. The secret shall be disclosed on the 27Th.LOLS. Stay tuned=)haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-4969492913230414166?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/4969492913230414166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=4969492913230414166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4969492913230414166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/4969492913230414166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/pout.html' title='pout'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-777650093580876777</id><published>2008-07-15T03:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:29.177-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bu-bu-Cha-Cha'/><title type='text'>ZzZzZzZzZzZz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHx2QEnLEII/AAAAAAAAAQc/hNH4JbzmyXk/s1600-h/Rasperry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHx2QEnLEII/AAAAAAAAAQc/hNH4JbzmyXk/s320/Rasperry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223179686330962050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! The Chinese 'O's is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just had our Chinese listening comprehension, and...it was fine, it wasn't too bad. I guess an A is still manageable for me?! Haha, wish me luck=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, with one subject down, we are still left with 6 more to go. 6 bloody subjects to go! It is still a relief, somehow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made such a fool of myself today!&lt;br /&gt;Okays, let me describe the whole scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 12.40 in the afternoon. Ms Betsy walked in minutes ago and was very much annoyed at our non-enthusiasm mood of the day. (What does she expect, it was already the last lesson of the day.) But anyways, yea...we greeted her and she started questioning us on what we should do for the day. probably she was trying to get our attention?! But anyways, I was very very desperate for her not to go through the compre cause I have not done the summary, so I was very enthusiastic to agree with her to do wadeva and anything NOT RELATED TO THE COMPRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her mouth of gold and...&lt;br /&gt;suggested: " How about me breaking the chair for u all to see?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS LIKE "YYYYYYEESSSS!!!!" (I was the only one that responded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next thing I heard was the continuous bubbling of laughter and all the dismayed and stunned faces turning to look at me. Worst of all, the "huh" face from Betsy. I bet she would not expect any reply for such an idoit thing. ( U should look at her face, it was so funny that I could not even stop laughing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Ms Betsy was like "Huh, Jiahui?! the mad one who said yes?!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me violent after that, in front of the whole class, out loud. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, did I really say it out loud?! &lt;br /&gt;It was just meant for me and kim. But wadeva, Stupid Kim laughs the loudest of all. (instead of helping me to cope with the shock of my life)And hey, now the whole world must be laughing again (while reading this), recalling about the stupidest incident of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing. I know it is very stupid! Even me, myself could not believe that I did that too. I shall never share my secrets with kim ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever again. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-777650093580876777?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/777650093580876777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=777650093580876777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/777650093580876777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/777650093580876777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/zzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZzZzZzZzZzZz'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHx2QEnLEII/AAAAAAAAAQc/hNH4JbzmyXk/s72-c/Rasperry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2404278232466175819</id><published>2008-07-14T08:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:20:08.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter is the best medicine.'/><title type='text'>Shitty-est day of all.</title><content type='html'>The weekend had been a torture instead of a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giddiness, the nausea feeling, the drowsiness has such a big effect on me that I simply slept through the whole weekends, almost practically. The nausea I felt throughout the days is beyond words description, I vomited 4 times and also got myself an injection. The weekend is -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sickness or disorder (or wadeva) is ssooo gruelling. It makes me so restless even after a whole weekend of sleep. Sighs... the homework is piling up again and the the race for 'O's is starting again. OH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny thing to (rejoyce about)-&lt;br /&gt;Ellin asked me if I am giving birth to some beancurd one day and I was like -.-". In my mind, I was imagining myslef in some sort of arwkard position pushing with all my might, only to see beancurd instead of a baby. Oh gosh...how disgusting is this? Ewww... well but it was kinda funny. I was giggling all the way up to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after a tiring day in school today, I found out that Mr Tien is downright sick in his mind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a teacher educating us about stools and slimming down methods right in the middle of teaching? Oh well, the second one is understandable. Everyone in different age groups faces this problem, the beauty of being slim is too irresistable. But. ...the first one is...er....a bit out of topic isn't it? Oh gosh, he was practically crapping the whole session through about shit and  stools. For instance, how the colour should be like, how it should float, how thick it should be... The whole class was like laughing throughout the whole lesson. We would never thought that the last lasson of the day could be so...enjoyablle yet disgusting at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do appreciate at the fact that he cancelled his medical appoiontmant just for 4E. Oh man...he is so nice, isn't he? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, &lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is- Observe your stools! LOL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2404278232466175819?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2404278232466175819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2404278232466175819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2404278232466175819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2404278232466175819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/shitty-est-day-of-all.html' title='Shitty-est day of all.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1137574205972733013</id><published>2008-07-11T08:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:29.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Soyabean!!!</title><content type='html'>It is such a boring Friday night. I shall do something to fuifil my madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about SOYABEANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soyabeans are nice. They are delicious. They are healthy. They are cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts about Soyabean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soyabeans contain antioxidants, a chemical compound that prevents premature ageing. &lt;br /&gt;They are a source of vitamin B and iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrients in 250 ml of plain soyamilk:&lt;br /&gt;Calories (gm) 140 Protein (gm) 10&lt;br /&gt;Fat (gm) 4 Carbohydrate (gm) 14&lt;br /&gt;Sodium (mg) 120 Iron (mg) 1.8&lt;br /&gt;Riboflavin (mg) 0.1 Calcium (mg) 80  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other names&lt;br /&gt;English: Soyabean; soybean (USA); soya (USA)&lt;br /&gt;Danish: Sojabønne&lt;br /&gt;French: Soja&lt;br /&gt;German: Soja, sojabohne&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: Soja, Soya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHdzgqOveVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IsVre0nx5jI/s1600-h/Soyabean_flower_(UNIP)_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHdzgqOveVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IsVre0nx5jI/s320/Soyabean_flower_(UNIP)_200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221769297888508242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHdzg8ARh-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/jM04I5NSrEM/s1600-h/3652279639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHdzg8ARh-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/jM04I5NSrEM/s320/3652279639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221769302659663842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHdzgwQtYeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-SYRgJAx1T8/s1600-h/2687752571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHdzgwQtYeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/-SYRgJAx1T8/s320/2687752571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221769299507372514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I m ssoooo nuts. It is understandable, I m a macademiaNUT.haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1137574205972733013?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1137574205972733013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1137574205972733013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1137574205972733013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1137574205972733013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-soyabean.html' title='I love Soyabean!!!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHdzgqOveVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IsVre0nx5jI/s72-c/Soyabean_flower_(UNIP)_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8420777298072242860</id><published>2008-07-10T04:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:50:20.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>work overloaded</title><content type='html'>HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN KIM! AND THANKS TO MR QUEK, JIARUI AND WANTAN MEE AUNTIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is HazelNUT birthday today. She found out all about the presents beforehand bcos of ah Chrip(ah chrip cannot hide)!!  Lols. But, it's okays. Luckily, she did not find out about the surprise party that Jiajia and me planned. HAHA. The celebration (a rather short one) was held during geography lesson with Mr quek's approval. He was persuaded to bring his guitar along too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kim finally emerged out of the toilet (with Aaron guiding), we sang the birthday song along with Quek's guitar and she was like " OMG, OMG... " all along the way. Haha. She said she felt honored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest part is when she blew the candles without any warning and the all smoke went towards Pearl's face. A continous coughing was followed afterwards. haha, it was hilarous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent half of the lesson cutting cake and distributing them to everyone instead of listening to Quek's lesson. I felt so guilty!! But hey, at least I did do the geograpgy WB. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went home early today cause i was feeling rather dizzy and therefore skipped the amaths test too. It was a blessing out of the misfortune cause I heard that the chem verbal test made Tien rather angry. Phew... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad fetched me home and when I told him that I was feeling dizzy, he scolded me for not eating. But hey, not fair, I did eat kays. it's just that I didn't during reccess. He just refuses to listen. In the end, he made his own deduction about my dizzness and gave me medicine- THE CHICKEN ESSENCE. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8420777298072242860?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8420777298072242860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8420777298072242860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8420777298072242860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8420777298072242860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-overloaded.html' title='work overloaded'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1775403594413088490</id><published>2008-07-06T10:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:29.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking forward to school'/><title type='text'>Rain, rain go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHHujQJ1-BI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bwqa3TZ-3Ps/s1600-h/Rain_by_tomislav_moze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHHujQJ1-BI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bwqa3TZ-3Ps/s320/Rain_by_tomislav_moze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220215732498200594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky- One word to describe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I were supposed to visit the DHL balloon today. We were there, at the DHL balloon site. But the conditions aren't suitable for flying so in the end, we went back empty handed. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't even rain today. Everyone is heading out to play. Half of the class is going ECP, I am going to the DHL balloon, why must it rain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These torrents of rain is just a spoilter for my mood. For once, I shall say I LOVE THE SUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns...I am feeling so tried. I shall end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, just a gentle reminder before I go.&lt;br /&gt;Remember your thermometers tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1775403594413088490?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1775403594413088490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1775403594413088490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1775403594413088490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1775403594413088490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain go away'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SHHujQJ1-BI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bwqa3TZ-3Ps/s72-c/Rain_by_tomislav_moze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-681703396458029396</id><published>2008-07-05T06:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:30.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t assume. Looks are deceiving.'/><title type='text'>The final Lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG9riXuVsqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JLuSaqeCxSg/s1600-h/d70a43a42fdd601e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG9riXuVsqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JLuSaqeCxSg/s320/d70a43a42fdd601e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219508731373793954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day down and that is 108 more days to 'O' levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day, with the number dwindling, insercurity just overwhelms me. And that is gonna be Oh-so-short and Oh-my-god when the number reaches the BIG 1-0-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Lets calulate the amount of time left for each subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100/ Eng+ amaths+ emaths+ chem+ bio+ ss+ Hist+ Geog&lt;br /&gt;= 100/8&lt;br /&gt;=12.5 days per subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, are u kidding me? It seems like we have been living in our dreams the whole time, thinking 'o' levels is just so far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our assumptions are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...I m suffocating. I am  feeling a little faint. I m dying...soon. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone staring to run. I m running too but what's wrong with me? I don't see the finishing line, only people over-taking me, one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally disgusting. I m so afriad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-681703396458029396?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/681703396458029396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=681703396458029396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/681703396458029396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/681703396458029396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-lap.html' title='The final Lap'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG9riXuVsqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JLuSaqeCxSg/s72-c/d70a43a42fdd601e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7496333268175142185</id><published>2008-07-04T09:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:31.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O</title><content type='html'>I shall start this post by being random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all, I m eating a banana right now! Wheee.... munch munch.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS, I know i m lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week seems to be really short, stressful at the same time though. It seems like it had just started but it's already friday. It is a good and bad news though.The good thing is- this weekend shall be a lllooonnnggg one. HAHA, it is OUR DAY- The youth holiday! Whee... &lt;br /&gt;BUT coming to think of it, there isn't anything worth celebrating cause I bet everyone would be mugging for the 'o's. Sighs...what a boring life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most...&lt;br /&gt;Probably I would be joining the half of the class to East Coast but sighs... going to the beach (indirectly) means getting tanned. Neither do I want to get tanned or stay at hom. Oh dear... there doesn't seem a perfect choice for me. (unless there is a SPF100+++++ sunblock for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, I have to sttend the maths remidial tmr. Oh well, even Saturdays are meant for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs... Sighs... and Sighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let's talk about some chripy events that had happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyin decided to give us a Birthday treat!! Wheee... We went Pizza Hut, followed by Swensens for lunch. Most importantly, she gave us the treat so yea...all of us had a free lunch. Haha, That is very nice of her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made quite a fool of ourselves. We were giggling the loudest throughout the whole lunch and yeah...it has been a long time since we had such a gathering. Those old times.... Oh man I m talking as if I m dying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently, Ms Sotong ( my beloved Ang Sian) mistook chicken drumsticks for dumplings. She was asking for dumplings in Pizza hut. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5JqtovLpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rJeB3csFTFA/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5JqtovLpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rJeB3csFTFA/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190016322776722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch at Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5OGmJuoII/AAAAAAAAAPk/V2GPdj4ILtA/s1600-h/04072008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5OGmJuoII/AAAAAAAAAPk/V2GPdj4ILtA/s320/04072008(011).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219194893396516994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I wasn't paying attention to the camera. Opps... &lt;br /&gt;P.s Look at those plates. Those 10 scoops of ice-cream were gobbled down less than 5 mins! Everyone looked as if we hadn't had food for a year and everyone was snatching for a bigger scoop of ice-cream the whole time. LOLS. We made quite a din there too. It was lucky that we aren't being chased out. haha=) it was fun gobbling down ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG9vAsU-vaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oIl_3nbhs-Y/s1600-h/DSC00804+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG9vAsU-vaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oIl_3nbhs-Y/s320/DSC00804+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219512550835535266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swensens take 1. Say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5JrDGDAKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aVn3J73wSVQ/s1600-h/04072008(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5JrDGDAKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/aVn3J73wSVQ/s320/04072008(015).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190022082855074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swensens take2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5JrUisZBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sTth0ydB52E/s1600-h/04072008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5JrUisZBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/sTth0ydB52E/s320/04072008(013).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219190026766410770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not Least, swensons take number 3. As u could see from thh picture, Ms kaiyin is crrently shrinking at a very fast rate. HAHA, I am kidding. Currently, everyone took the opportunity to tickle her while she took the pain to smile for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7496333268175142185?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7496333268175142185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7496333268175142185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7496333268175142185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7496333268175142185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/o.html' title='O'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SG5JqtovLpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rJeB3csFTFA/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2814417734450154218</id><published>2008-07-02T08:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:31.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop. Ponder. Reflect.'/><title type='text'>My imperfections &amp; The art of perserverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGuaQjT5MPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nGqtOq6M-_A/s1600-h/slowianie_by_smile_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGuaQjT5MPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nGqtOq6M-_A/s400/slowianie_by_smile_d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218434202386116850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hate to admit that I m getting darker and darker each day. But that is a fact, I just can't face the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fair, flawless complexion of mine is not built just within a day. I m not naturally born with a good complexion. I was once, like most of you, facing similar problems of pimples and acne outbreaks. I mean, this is a part and parcel of growing up but I just can't help but moan and complain about this very insignificant problem of mine. Yes, I admit that some people are green with envy when they "examined" my face. Signs...but this continuous effort of maintain a flawless and fair complexion is really time-consuming and well, draining; both finanically and mentally sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine the daily routine of performing cleasing-puting moisturiser-sunblock-blusher everday.  Applying whitening moisturiser from the top to bottom after bathing is a must for me too.  And before I forget, the process of mask-ing on alternate days is also a must for maintaining this fair skin. Well, people thought it was all in the genes, but guess what? This is untrue(in this case)! Look at how much effort I have taken to acheive this complexion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just felt so unfair for being born with the typical yellow-based asian skin. No matter how much fruits I eat, no matter how much I exercise, the natural pink flush does not seem to radiate from my face. It remains so dull and yellowish. Argh... it's all in the genes. But I guess there is always a way out.Probably using blusher is another better option, I guess.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, the moral of my story is not about how I maintain my skin but on how some people just talk and did nothing in the end. I guess my hard work have paid off in the way that I have acheived a fairer and a pimple-less complexion as compared to the past. In this case, hard work does pays off! &lt;br /&gt;However, I don't know how many thousand people I have witnessed who set goals for themselves, saying "I want this...I want that....," But, eventually, it is all empty promises they have made. They ask for opinions, remedies and even "secret recipes" on achieving their goals but, in the end, they simply gave up halfway, most of them not even making an effort to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hell wrong with them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2814417734450154218?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2814417734450154218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2814417734450154218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2814417734450154218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2814417734450154218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-imperfections-art-of-perserverance.html' title='My imperfections &amp; The art of perserverance'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGuaQjT5MPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nGqtOq6M-_A/s72-c/slowianie_by_smile_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-8829063969588671980</id><published>2008-07-01T07:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:32.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>f-o-o-d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGo5-EgTrgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eK7A1xR2EJw/s1600-h/461756466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGo5-EgTrgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eK7A1xR2EJw/s320/461756466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218046856786062850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my interest in food. I don't know why but food does not seem to interest me anymore. Eating has since been a bore. Sighs...what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's guess what did I ate today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate&lt;br /&gt;-2 siew mai + milk&lt;br /&gt;-8 cubes of friuts + a bread&lt;br /&gt;-2 spoons of rice + 2 fish balls&lt;br /&gt;(which I forced myself to swallow down cause ah-ma would scold me if I don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have eaten for the day. Little huh? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not anorexic or anything but my stomach just refuses to take any food. Oh well, this has been going for a week plus and it is still continuing. My nasi Lemak, soyabean milk and Beard papa does not make me yearn for them anymore. The sight of meat just puts me off even. I don't know why but whenever I sight them I would think of the way they are slaughtered, the way they struggle for life and the gory bloody scene after their lifeless bodies were being separated into parts. Eewww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like telling Jolyn about this and she is like &lt;br /&gt;"Oh no( a very exagerrated one)...you must eat food to have the energy to...(I thought she is going to say survive)... instead she said: to love soyabean." And I m like -.-" &lt;br /&gt;I was laughing hysterically throughout while she was like constantly hitting me with her file. LOLs. It was that funny to hear something like this coming out of her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, I m anything but pregnant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-8829063969588671980?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/8829063969588671980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=8829063969588671980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8829063969588671980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/8829063969588671980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/07/f-o-o-d.html' title='f-o-o-d'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGo5-EgTrgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eK7A1xR2EJw/s72-c/461756466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-2076276229075508012</id><published>2008-06-30T04:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:33.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuts about buns'/><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>Oh... another week had past and it's Monday again. Not again...a start of another gruelling week. Sighs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss my weekends so much. Aww... I just couldn't stop cuddling my blanket. How I wish I could lay in my bed forever and count those lambs. One, two, three...LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of the past when I love my blanket so much that I actually smuggled my blanket to school. HAHA. It is just so soft, cuddle-ish and.... But that is years ago, I was naive at that time though. HAHA, but it is still funny to think of the stupid actions that I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last week was quite an eventful one for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Chinese 'o' Oral and I must say the topic was pretty easy. It is about the "Bring you own bag day" which I have done 2 compositions on. It was quite lucky for me plus coupled with these two experiences that I had, I think I would flare pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I am out of my mind that day that I actually returned back home at 8.45pm. Uh-oh... I got a tougue slashing from my dad that day. He was really angry and he even called Isabella to ask where I am. LOLS. It is a bit ridiculous to ask the reason on why I am late. But LOLs...it's okays. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had NCHS Shine on last Saturday too. Everyone was required to head back to school. I thought it would be another boring session but instead it turned out to be fun! I swept through the Jumbo sale and bought a Corinne Bailney Rae CD for less than a dollar. Isn't it a steal?  Other than that, me and Ang Sian also paid for  "My stamp" ; a personalised set of stamps with your photos on it. LOLS. It was kinda lame but haha... who cares? &lt;br /&gt;I guess this is most successful event NCHS has ever organised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjVuGqTHhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/In90bJj7Bxs/s1600-h/28062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjVuGqTHhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/In90bJj7Bxs/s400/28062008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217655156347444754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m the fairest one!! Don't say I m not!! hehe=)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it is time for me to head back to my study table. Byes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays...I know I m random but I m crazy anout buns. It is a pity that I have such a short hair. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjFZW7UdyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KW4ky0SwUss/s1600-h/2316891571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjFZW7UdyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/KW4ky0SwUss/s400/2316891571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217637207750506274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjFZf0FoyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZAl5v-Q4brc/s1600-h/poise1jr1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjFZf0FoyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZAl5v-Q4brc/s400/poise1jr1s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217637210136093474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjFZtmoEhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XqHn1ajANQw/s1600-h/elegancesmall1jr1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjFZtmoEhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XqHn1ajANQw/s400/elegancesmall1jr1s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217637213837726226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-2076276229075508012?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/2076276229075508012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=2076276229075508012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2076276229075508012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/2076276229075508012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGjVuGqTHhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/In90bJj7Bxs/s72-c/28062008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6273013448685474226</id><published>2008-06-28T06:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:34.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>I don't understand me</title><content type='html'>I have all my feelings mixed up. I don't understand what am I thinking. I don't understand what my heart is telling me. What is happening? Why is my heart feeling this way while my brain is feeling the other? My brain is saying "yes, yes, yes," while my heart is telling me "no, no, no," I had went all out for soyabean but it seem like I m only chasing after a dream. It is just a dream, it doesn't exist! Wake up, jiahui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs...after so much obsession about -, I had just realised how I really feel. I have woken up from my dream but my heart is still clingling on it. It just seems like I could never be able to let go. I m clinging on something that did not even exist in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGY7pGCrA6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/LIQnsD09wpo/s1600-h/Dreamer_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGY7pGCrA6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/LIQnsD09wpo/s400/Dreamer_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216922795537793954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6273013448685474226?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6273013448685474226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6273013448685474226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6273013448685474226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6273013448685474226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-understand-me.html' title='I don&apos;t understand me'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SGY7pGCrA6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/LIQnsD09wpo/s72-c/Dreamer_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-261244430179714780</id><published>2008-06-24T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:01:27.084-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time is precious'/><title type='text'>A brand new term.</title><content type='html'>Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has just started and life has been ...bad. Sec 4 life seriously sucks to the core. Errrwww... homework are just piling up there there doesn't seem to be an end. This is just so disgusting. Worse of all, we are booked by teachers to stay back after school and doesn't it mean that we have lesser time to do more homework? This is so irony.LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall praise the school for being so "efficent". Do you know that they are sooo bloodly efficent that we have been told O LEVELS ORAL IS JUST 4 DAYS LATER just yesterday. Ahem. This is the worse it could ever get. We belong to the 2nd day according to national standards, this is already very unlucky however worse of all, we are the first batch from the school. I am freaking out!! Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Mr Tien said that we are supposed to study 6 hours per day in order to get aroung 12 to 14 points for L1R5. 8 to 10 hrs if u r aaiming for 8 to 10 points. This is so ridiculous! don't u think so? How could you study 8-10 hrs per day(excluding school hrs) when we end class at 5? Do u mean u would rush back home, take a 15 mins break and start mugging at 6, all the way to 2 or 4AM!!?? This is nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet we would be seeing pandas soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I would be swiching my habit of a-blog-a-day to a-week-a-blog. LOLS...there isn'y any time left!! Argh...off to study my history!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-261244430179714780?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/261244430179714780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=261244430179714780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/261244430179714780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/261244430179714780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/brand-new-term.html' title='A brand new term.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6820104308444300273</id><published>2008-06-21T09:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:44.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweet Sixteen to Yihao and Jolyn!</title><content type='html'>Anyways...sighs...this is what that had happened on Firday. A picture tells a thousand words, so I guess no elaboration is needed. Happy Birthday Jolyney! shine this place=) The preparation scene: &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hf8knSxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nhXyRY3XSCo/s1600-h/CIMG2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360776284261138 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hf8knSxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nhXyRY3XSCo/s400/CIMG2122.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgGjmtwI/AAAAAAAAALE/XHB0E5Df7J4/s1600-h/CIMG2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360778964383490 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgGjmtwI/AAAAAAAAALE/XHB0E5Df7J4/s400/CIMG2123.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgBsC8DI/AAAAAAAAALM/JFsBI4dVo1c/s1600-h/CIMG2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360777657610290 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgBsC8DI/AAAAAAAAALM/JFsBI4dVo1c/s400/CIMG2124.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgen9xeI/AAAAAAAAALU/f_pwA0PU2_E/s1600-h/CIMG2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360785425122786 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgen9xeI/AAAAAAAAALU/f_pwA0PU2_E/s400/CIMG2125.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgnTr8JI/AAAAAAAAALc/BRrU1qB0YGU/s1600-h/CIMG2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214360787755987090 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hgnTr8JI/AAAAAAAAALc/BRrU1qB0YGU/s400/CIMG2126.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jg-FRulI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OiSUjQV4MDQ/s1600-h/CIMG2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214362992892820050 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jg-FRulI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OiSUjQV4MDQ/s400/CIMG2127.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhDbJwNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xZb180SFG3w/s1600-h/CIMG2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214362994326749394 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhDbJwNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xZb180SFG3w/s400/CIMG2128.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhc-1yDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vB9zax6VSb0/s1600-h/CIMG2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214363001187321906 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhc-1yDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vB9zax6VSb0/s400/CIMG2130.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhRy1ZvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xtu4Vbze-Yw/s1600-h/CIMG2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214362998184175346 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhRy1ZvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xtu4Vbze-Yw/s400/CIMG2131.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhvSkSNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QoPDrq8O-lk/s1600-h/CIMG2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214363006101899474 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0jhvSkSNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/QoPDrq8O-lk/s400/CIMG2132.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0keNzdZtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OTNgwy28sNE/s1600-h/CIMG2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364045085075154 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0keNzdZtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OTNgwy28sNE/s400/CIMG2133.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0keXFCC8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/IRnkW9eKfSc/s1600-h/CIMG2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364047574698946 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0keXFCC8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/IRnkW9eKfSc/s400/CIMG2134.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0kedLuaaI/AAAAAAAAANE/4xK230ITYPw/s1600-h/CIMG2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364049213385122 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0kedLuaaI/AAAAAAAAANE/4xK230ITYPw/s400/CIMG2135.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; "Surprise, Jolyn!" &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0keptJKzI/AAAAAAAAANM/BFUid_WsALk/s1600-h/CIMG2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364052574776114 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0keptJKzI/AAAAAAAAANM/BFUid_WsALk/s400/CIMG2136.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Blow the Candles! &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0kemM095I/AAAAAAAAANU/YlIMObx-zPs/s1600-h/CIMG2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214364051633928082 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0kemM095I/AAAAAAAAANU/YlIMObx-zPs/s400/CIMG2137.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0lz7YKV2I/AAAAAAAAANc/tsH_kOjeXk8/s1600-h/CIMG2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214365517607491426 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0lz7YKV2I/AAAAAAAAANc/tsH_kOjeXk8/s400/CIMG2139.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0lz3ezV8I/AAAAAAAAANk/BixROutEomM/s1600-h/CIMG2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214365516561602498 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0lz3ezV8I/AAAAAAAAANk/BixROutEomM/s400/CIMG2141.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0l0E-eAKI/AAAAAAAAANs/TKZ-3E8QGbk/s1600-h/CIMG2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214365520184082594 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0l0E-eAKI/AAAAAAAAANs/TKZ-3E8QGbk/s400/CIMG2143.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0l0KRmZdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MDOm_dWiUSQ/s1600-h/CIMG2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214365521606501842 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0l0KRmZdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MDOm_dWiUSQ/s400/CIMG2147.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0l0exho4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DdeD4zFmKCA/s1600-h/CIMG2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214365527109116802 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0l0exho4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DdeD4zFmKCA/s400/CIMG2158.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Laugh at Yihao all you want! *evil smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6820104308444300273?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6820104308444300273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6820104308444300273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6820104308444300273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6820104308444300273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/anyways.html' title='Happy Sweet Sixteen to Yihao and Jolyn!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0hf8knSxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nhXyRY3XSCo/s72-c/CIMG2122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5943467979875231753</id><published>2008-06-21T09:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:44.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t know.'/><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0fN4HGAbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p4L05OWM3vI/s1600-h/Thoughtful_by_meganichan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0fN4HGAbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p4L05OWM3vI/s400/Thoughtful_by_meganichan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214358266825802162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays would soon be coming to an end. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I M SO I INEFFICENT THIS WEEK!!!!!! I can't stand it. I don't know why but time just seems to have flown by this week. URGH.... I only managed to complete my homework this week, NOTHING ELSE! OMG, I did not even follow my time-table once for this whole week. Oh crap, I m so gonna D-I-E. Why? why? why? why?????? I could feel the pangs of guilt swallowing me. Urgh...I just could not stand my laziness. Oh my...I HATE MYSELF FOR BEING SO INEFFICENT!!!!! I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH....... (x100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... I am so gonna going to hate myself if I could not do well for 'O' levels. AAARRRGGGHHH...another 3 months left. I feel as if I m burning in the pits of hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays...maybe it is time to swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) to work doubly hard and to listen attentively in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) to complete one paper/day as revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) to do wadeva I could to score for humanities essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) to work super duper doubly hard for English. Oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) to complete ALL work given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not dream of soyabean anymore. &lt;- this shall be my punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so disappointed with myself. I felt as if I have let Tien, Mr seah, Mr Rahim, Betsy and my paents down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ing. I have to stop my addiction to blogging and my obsession about Soyabean. I have to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5943467979875231753?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5943467979875231753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5943467979875231753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5943467979875231753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5943467979875231753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SF0fN4HGAbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p4L05OWM3vI/s72-c/Thoughtful_by_meganichan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-1515406352730865155</id><published>2008-06-20T05:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:45.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, dreams, dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFubTySvVKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xiufqt8xSy8/s1600-h/8past8_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFubTySvVKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xiufqt8xSy8/s400/8past8_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213931757831672994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;They are just so lovely and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole week, I had been dreaming of lots of stuffs. They are such lovely dreams, really lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one when I dremt of Jolyn and Yi Hao cutting a cake together as if they were getting married. If I m not wrong, this shd be my last last dream, just 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another one which I dreamt that I steaded with someone in our class (very unexpected one) and yeah...it is so funny and really unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also one which I dreamt of Mr ong and a lot of NCHS students searching for the "bad guys" who were currently Olivia, Bella and Ah chrip. LOLs... we hid togeher in the Toilet and they couldn't find us. Erm...this isn't really a nice dream actually. But eventually, they didnt manage to catch us.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also one which I dreamt of Soya and gang heading to the cinema while another one is abou tme pestering soya's friend throughout the whole week. LOLs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams comes in a wide variety rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Today's dream is really different and it is all about me and Soya. Awww... It was so real-life like that I almost thought it was true. I was so startled that I jumped out of my bed. Awww...but it was a really lovely dream. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I posess this ability to be able rmb my dreams very clearly. Maybe it is just a gift from god. LOLS, who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-1515406352730865155?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/1515406352730865155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=1515406352730865155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1515406352730865155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/1515406352730865155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreams-dreams-dreams.html' title='Dreams, dreams, dreams'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFubTySvVKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xiufqt8xSy8/s72-c/8past8_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6914529774937421039</id><published>2008-06-19T09:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:46.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drain my energy.</title><content type='html'>Hey all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just come back from P.S and I am feeling really tired. Awww...I just wish like lying on my bed, cuddling my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, let me do a brief introduction then. Let it be a fast one!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early in the moring to collect my prize. After that, my dad and I went to AMK Courts to take a look at stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home feeling tired so I did a little maths before taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, ate another packet of Nasi Lemak and head for tuition at AMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my journey to Plaza Singapura, met up with Kim and ate dinner. The most important thing- to collect my cakes before going back at 9. We did a slight window shopping here and there though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFp3sm6WN8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/aaWtTqMMcig/s1600-h/Photo062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFp3sm6WN8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/aaWtTqMMcig/s320/Photo062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611126877992898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 913 fun pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFp3s-cMNlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f_T8dPxjBzw/s1600-h/Photo063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFp3s-cMNlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/f_T8dPxjBzw/s320/Photo063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611133193958994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vadoom, these are all the goodies inside. Most importantly, my tickets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFp3tHuOgtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_CdDUpZJKtM/s1600-h/Photo064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFp3tHuOgtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_CdDUpZJKtM/s320/Photo064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611135685526226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite chocolate cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns..I m feeling really beat now. Byes...sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleae rmb to meet at Compass Mcds 10.30 tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6914529774937421039?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6914529774937421039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6914529774937421039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6914529774937421039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6914529774937421039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/drain-my-energy.html' title='Drain my energy.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFp3sm6WN8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/aaWtTqMMcig/s72-c/Photo062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-6583341527179883937</id><published>2008-06-18T07:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:46.350-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my cousins went back today cause my aunt and uncle have returned back from Japan just yesterday night. Isn't it cool? I bet they have lots of fun there, judging from the way they chatted with my mum (who is having Japan craze everyday). LOLS. They bought lots of sweets and pokeys back and a box of cheesecake too. I must say...their cheesecake is really great. The cheese inside is so creamy and soft. Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had this really painful tummyache that lasted me the whole day. It gets worse when it started raining, so actually, I didn't manage to complete anything today. Sighs.... I missed another day of timetable again. OH NO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this "tummy rheumatism" of mine really comes at the right time.LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG BIG sighs... I guess others are catching up with me soon. Nnnnnooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite like a full-of-surprises day for me. Well, lots of unexpected stuffs just pop up in my life out of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my family and I actually plan to sit that DHL balloon today but as we are getting ready, it just started raining cats and dogs out there so eventually, it was cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;Then, this tummyache came by and left me so restless all day. &lt;br /&gt;After this, as I was in-charge of an event that is up coming soon, I had to spend my day organising for it, doing all the last mintine ordering and stuffs. It was quite a hectic day for me, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Next, my mum suddenly had this urge for me to send her photos to her friend in America, so yeah, I had to assist her and wasted almost 2 hours of my time. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, my cousins have just bought us Jumbo's Chili Crab for supper. Woah...I was stunned when I saw my mum savouring those crabs when she called for me. I have just had my fill before heading up here to blog. Mmmm...it was nice, moreover, coupled with my mum's Soursop desert, it was quite an enjoying supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it shall be a better day tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just reserved the cake for my mum and the auntie on the phone is so cute! I was like asking her if there is any delivery services and she is like "Ai yoh, very expensive leh." i was like" so how much is it?" And she replied "$50 LOLS. It costs even more than the cake itself!" The charges for the delivery serivces is really over-priced. But she is really nice and she even offered me some suggestions about the cakes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I would be going to P.S tomorrow night to get some last minute thing done. LOLS. Because my mum has ordered the chocolate fudge cake from Rive Guache so I would also be going there to collect it for her tmr night. Mmmm...I kant wait to eat the cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just asked if I want a Fuji 8.1 camera, and I was like "huh?". LOLS. My mum is getting so weird nowadays. Maybe she is just having a good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFkp6zxgp1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/CKokzWKHASg/s1600-h/good_morning_stranger_by_LittleBlackUmbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFkp6zxgp1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/CKokzWKHASg/s200/good_morning_stranger_by_LittleBlackUmbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213244133965080402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-6583341527179883937?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/6583341527179883937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=6583341527179883937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6583341527179883937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/6583341527179883937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFkp6zxgp1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/CKokzWKHASg/s72-c/good_morning_stranger_by_LittleBlackUmbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-7205167628994212537</id><published>2008-06-17T08:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:38:05.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs stuck in my head.</title><content type='html'>My favorite song- Stupid for you by marie digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KTatq6lReA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KTatq6lReA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqzLclWPY_w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqzLclWPY_w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="177"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everday&lt;br /&gt;That I find a person quite like you&lt;br /&gt;Perfect every way&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the nerve to confess that it's you - that I want&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I act a fool&lt;br /&gt;I would damn near beg for you !&lt;br /&gt;Put aside, all my pride&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep me hanging here&lt;br /&gt;Cause this girl is falling stupid for you..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proper thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Is for me to act like a lady and wait&lt;br /&gt;For you to make the first move&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you're getting the point&lt;br /&gt;That it's you - that I want&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I act a fool&lt;br /&gt;I would damn near beg for you&lt;br /&gt;Put aside, all my pride&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep me waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Cause this girl is falling stupid for you!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh stupid for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's it always feel like I am&lt;br /&gt;Chasing love when nothing's there&lt;br /&gt;And here I go just making the same mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen stupid for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-7205167628994212537?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/7205167628994212537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=7205167628994212537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7205167628994212537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/7205167628994212537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Songs stuck in my head.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424617828748221812.post-5541253677517216874</id><published>2008-06-17T05:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:58:50.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Olivia&apos;s brain'/><title type='text'>Lady Luck is shining on me.</title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for another dentist appointment today. This time,alone. Sighs...my mum is supposed to go there with me but she had an immediate notice so she had rush to work instead.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, The whole process was quite bearable but that part when he drills into my teeth hurts a little. It's that kind of very very chilly cold of pain that leaves your gums numb after that. I was kind of relieved when it finally ended. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did anyone of you make anything for fathers' day? I know it's kind of so-over but I m just curious. Please reply at the taggie board!! Thanks in advance=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... as for me, I made him an online card yesterday night. I know it is one day late, so I wrote there "Happy Belated Fathers'Day" LOLS. I did not write much cause I m not really close to my dad but at least I managed to give him a card!! (My brother didn't)&lt;br /&gt;Actually... I was thinking of buying my dad smthg. I was bathing and I was thinking of what I bought for my mum...A ROSE!! So my imagination ran wild and I imagined my dad smelling a rose. Ewww...I was laughing hysterically in the bathroom. My grandma thought I was insane. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed it was this card that made him come to this senses and made him decide to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FETCH ME TO COLLECT MY TICKETS on friday!!!!!! WHEEEE..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYS!! I m so over the moon. Seriously, the place is situated at such a "ulu" place and I don't even know how it looks like. I checked the map and the "bus booklet" on how to get there but it seems like there is no direct bus at all. How irritating this is??!!  But luckily, he made the right choice at the right time, in fact in the last minute. I was just preparing to go there today but fortunately, he made a call just 15minutes before i left the house. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I reached home in the afternoon. Initially, I intended to complete two of my compres but I was so tired that I fell right asleep, while my radio continued playing marie digby's album. Her album really rocks. It is very easy-lestening with a little of rooves in some of the songs!!! I love 'Stupid for you, Unfold, Better off alone and Fool by her. Actually, I guess I love all her songs except for umbella! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day for me except that I slacked a little too much. Opps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFeqCmwQD5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lSgqXGu3WcQ/s1600-h/679110272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFeqCmwQD5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lSgqXGu3WcQ/s200/679110272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212822055444025234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFeqCrwFE8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6hN7-9pKL0o/s1600-h/620825446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFeqCrwFE8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6hN7-9pKL0o/s200/620825446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212822056785482690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Marie Digby is so pretty rights??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8424617828748221812-5541253677517216874?l=thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/feeds/5541253677517216874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8424617828748221812&amp;postID=5541253677517216874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5541253677517216874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8424617828748221812/posts/default/5541253677517216874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatkeytomypobox.blogspot.com/2008/06/lady-luck-is-shining-on-me.html' title='Lady Luck is shining on me.'/><author><name>jiahui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11801632437481552464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ujpV9bCspjk/SFeqCmwQD5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lSgqXGu3WcQ/s72-c/679110272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
