<?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-2924318458242632790</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:11:52.673-07:00</updated><category term='i-am-young-so'/><category term='wild-card-round'/><category term='star trek'/><category term='Shokudo Food Review'/><title type='text'>Iwantmrbean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-3796241494927281473</id><published>2010-04-04T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T04:31:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NEW BLOG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catmelon.blogspot.com"&gt;www.catmelon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do link and tag me there as I am updating my linkings! Thank you and see ya there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3796241494927281473?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3796241494927281473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3796241494927281473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3796241494927281473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3796241494927281473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blog-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1648713716801041853</id><published>2009-10-29T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:48:11.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selected!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I couldn't believe it when I opened my e-mail inbox on 27th October 2009, and got a piece of good news from Sony Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I was one of the 200 selected lucky winners to catch Michael Jackson's "This Is It" &lt;strong&gt;Gala Premiere&lt;/strong&gt;! (This is like something that I really wished for and came true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you... for choosing my entry! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute, I tried to organize a small fan meetup with some of the winners in facebook since we all got only one ticket each (which means most of us are not able to bring a friend along). Wen actually got it,too , but she couldn't make it. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it was a great experience as the meetup was quite a success. It was fast that we became friends from strangers in such a short time span. :) At least, we have a common topic to talk about! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SumyJ7k-Y_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/BkYZC4UxJio/s1600-h/Image861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398041512061592562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SumyJ7k-Y_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/BkYZC4UxJio/s320/Image861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we were early birds, we managed to get the tickets without the hassle of a long queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SumzLXtDNZI/AAAAAAAAA24/-BieT7eeZZM/s1600-h/Image862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398042636303152530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SumzLXtDNZI/AAAAAAAAA24/-BieT7eeZZM/s320/Image862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pardon for my poor camera quality because I did not bring my digital camera along due to the rules in the cinema. Hence, all I could depend on was my one and only handphone! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got in, MJ's music filled the atmosphere. (Honestly, I had got goosebumps!) Haha. They were playing the songs from "&lt;strong&gt;This Is It&lt;/strong&gt;" soundtrack. :) I couldn't help grooving to the music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are 2 group pictures taken using one of the fan's camera. Will upload it here soon when I get it from her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Sony Pictures&lt;/strong&gt; and the fans for making this an enjoyable one! It was fun watching with you guys. :) I was fortunate to catch the 2nd last train back home! (I ran like a mad woman after the show yesterday with my boots on) &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: Michael looked really thin in the movie.. So thin that I thought the shirt looked oversized on him. If anyone is reading this and is planning on going to watch the movie, I would advise you to PLEASE STAY throughout the whole movie, and wait till the credits roll end!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when you expected that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you will surprised that its actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will know what I mean when you watch it. Just don't leave the cinema and stay in your seats till the lights turn on totally. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1648713716801041853?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1648713716801041853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1648713716801041853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1648713716801041853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1648713716801041853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/selected.html' title='Selected!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SumyJ7k-Y_I/AAAAAAAAA2w/BkYZC4UxJio/s72-c/Image861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-7723348273269213591</id><published>2009-10-22T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:08:13.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>Met up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Satoru a.k.a Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, together with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah Zhai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday afternoon for a kbox session. It was completely a last minute decision. Wow, it has been a long time since I last enjoyed myself like this! I completely let myself free and screamed my lungs out to my dear Michael's songs. Hahaha. Sorry if I caused any damages to the ears! (I should have given disclaimers. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a big..BIG thank you to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Satoru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for remembering my birthday and giving me something that I love dearly. It is very sweet of you! You made me go crazy yesterday. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SuCMqF3Fn9I/AAAAAAAAA2o/ngqfYcTKpx4/s1600-h/Image856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395467008345481170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SuCMqF3Fn9I/AAAAAAAAA2o/ngqfYcTKpx4/s320/Image856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is fantastic and I am gonna take extreme care of it. Yes, I'm gonna purchase some covers for protection.) I love all the MJ presents by my friends! Now I have overwhelming stuff of him @ my house... But no worries, I am not obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again, for joining us for the Kbox session..I do hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the whole world knows I love Michael. *blushes* All thanks to those classmates of mine! *note the sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was browsing through some Michael stuff on the net days ago in school with&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Ah Zhai&lt;/span&gt;, my new lecturer spotted and asked what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, those people at the back responded&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Michael Jackson....!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassed, and I told him that I was just trying to book his tickets online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was taken aback when the lecturer seemed to be interested in this, and he asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is it ah?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Michael's upcoming movie) *Well, actually I was kinda surprised that he knew about the movie.* HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he started asking me questions about him and told me that Michael is "not suitable for my age", and it is more for him. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lecturer: When did you start to like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: *trying to sustain a serious face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Since the day he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Classmates started laughing and he went speechless.) -I tell you, if I were asked that question again in future, Imma gonna reply "FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER."!!! Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: What! At least I am being honest what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lecturer: Oh, so when he died, you start listening to his songs and like them la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lecturer: So which is your favorite song of his?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Thriller la, Billie Jean la, Jam la.. bla bla *ramble a list of song titles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lecturer: Okay, I hope you can remember your tutorial like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(meaning that if only I can remember that much stuff for my module.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that lecturer was trying to tease me about him during the lesson... Grr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much for trying to keep a low profile. =.= Thank you ah @ kaypo classmates. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are certain facts that I didn't bother to explain to people. Unlike other fans, Michael did not catch my attention through his music or dance. In fact, I knew nuts about him.. not even the moonwalk that was popularized by him. Come to think of it, being a fan of his was something that did not even cross the slightest of my mind before.. because I was completely uninterested in this man. I only knew him as a singer.. and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it that caught my attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall write about it in my next entry. Gonna have lessons tomorrow in the morning, and filming wardrobe fitting session in the afternoon. AAAAHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7723348273269213591?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7723348273269213591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7723348273269213591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7723348273269213591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7723348273269213591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SuCMqF3Fn9I/AAAAAAAAA2o/ngqfYcTKpx4/s72-c/Image856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-475492932733341280</id><published>2009-10-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:57:16.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME! LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Extracted from my yearly birthday blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is 10.24pm on 19th October 2009 as I am typing this. And this year is a different birthday for me because it falls on the first day of school! Well, and worse still, school started at 8.30am and ended at 4 pm. (Poor Pitrra still had to wait for me for about 4 hours in school!) I'm sorry, Pitrra, I'm so touched that you waited that long! Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Anyway, thanks to everyone who wished me a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;(Sis, Pei Wen, Pitrra, Si Ying (a.k.a SHREK) Chin Seng, Shi Yun, Si Ling, Dolphin, Gera, Zhong Hui, Zi Min, Jarod, C.T, Hui Min, Qi Ming, Yi Rong, Z.A, Edwin, Rachel, Xiao Shi Yun and everyone else in facebook!) Although I may not know some of them in FB, but it warmed my heart that they sent me birthday wishes too. Thank you all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is A LOT to blog about today, but I will TRY to make it short.. because I don't want the clock to strike 12 when I publish this. (Well, it will not be meaningful anymore then, right?! Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Firstly, to start the ball rolling... I WOULD LIKE to express special thanks to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Wen, Ling and Yun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for the really valuable and expensive MJ tribute book. I know it isn't cheap, and I was actually shocked that you all bought that for me! Thank you sooo much! Sorry that I have such an "expensive obsession" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17th October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I went for a morning photoshoot and met up with them in the afternoon at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dhoby Ghaut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped around and there were many funny incidents that happened. When we walked past a small shop in the shopping mall, I was actually stopped by an ang moh who suddenly grabbed my hand and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filed my middle finger.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL. He was actually trying to promote a kind of nail care product, lah. When he was doing that, he asked me about my age and whether it was my birthday. =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know?" I asked sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;"I know." he answered, and looked into the direction where I was holding a big plastic bag with the present inside. Haha. He was quite cute, though. And my dear friends were laughing their (#*$)#$ off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, he still remembered me a few hours later when we were about to leave the mall after our dinner. He waved at me from his shop and up the escalator. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, anyway, enough about him. LOL. Here's a picture of the present I got from&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen, Yun and Ling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you so much! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="630" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSCN1173.jpg" width="809" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image847.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday (which is today. HAHA) , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (SiYing) messaged me and wanted to meet up to pass me her present. I was expecting a bikini (HAHAHA.. Inside joke), but it turned out to be... ...&lt;br /&gt;THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICHAEL'S "UNMASKED"! I was still eyeing it on Ebay! Gosh. I went crazy when I saw it. Shrek kept scolding me "SIAO". HAHA. Ok I admit I am... When it comes to MICHAEL! =p THANK YOU SHREK. I KNOW YOU LOVE ME! HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 517px" height="981" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSCN1172.jpg" width="632" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pitrra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... (who waited for me for 4 hours in school!) and we went for dinner together. (Long John Silver) Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a cute "uglyworm". Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="702" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSCN1171.jpg" width="909" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, sweet old &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chin Seng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dropped me a surprise visit again to my house.. Just to pass me the present bought by him and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiao Shi Yun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Gosh.. You are always one of the sweetest. THANK YOU!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nicely wrapped up! Haha. I'm keeping the wrapper =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="939" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSCN1170.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is what's hiding inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cutie pink "Miss Bean": LOL.. Don't it just make you wanna go "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="564" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSCN1175.jpg" width="543" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and not forgetting the very advanced birthday present (A mango moisturiser from Body Shop) that dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gave me last month. Its still not forgotten, and I am appreciating it lots! =D Thanks! Here.. I am going to show off your beautiful hand-made wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="685" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image784.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 217px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="587" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image783.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from school today, I thought it was the end... Until my dad showed me a birthday cake that he bought.. How sweet... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="638" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image850.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS PIKACHU! HAHA =D So cute~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="638" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image851.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in the 20 years of my life.. (IM NOT KIDDING!) I successfully cut a cake into equal halves: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 441px" height="638" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image853.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for making my birthday a memorabe one. I LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S: Will be meeting some of my friends for celebration nxt week too. Thanks in advance! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-475492932733341280?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/475492932733341280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=475492932733341280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/475492932733341280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/475492932733341280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/extracted-from-my-yearly-birthday-blog.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME! LOL!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-3954277447421192353</id><published>2009-10-12T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:09:15.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unexplainable happened this morning when I woke up before preparing myself for work. My dad told me that when he unplugged my handphone from the charger (I was charging it overnight), "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (one of Michael's songs and my fave) started playing suddenly all by itself! My dad told me that he thought I had forgotten to turn off my music player in my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is definitely impossible... Because even if the music player is turned on, it will stop automatically when the songs finish playing. UNLESS someone navigates and click on the music player,or else it wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad was SURE that he didn't press anything besides plugging it off from my charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird. Furthermore, the song wasn't playing on the page of my music player, but my front wallpaper with Michael's face on it. My dad said he couldn't stop the music as he didn't know the way to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really miss you, Michael...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: After I told&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah Zhai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about this morning's incident, she sent me a 2nd message in the afternoon.. and said she heard Michael's song playing when she was going for lunch! And for goodness sake, this is NOT the first time this happens! I told Ah Zhai that they are too much of a coincidence... but we shall not read too much into it.  Its just that some things are unexplainable... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3954277447421192353?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3954277447421192353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3954277447421192353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3954277447421192353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3954277447421192353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-7957358117089447154</id><published>2009-10-09T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:39:57.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Ss9dU0sZvpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8ua7kg6rvNg/s1600-h/MJ+tribute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390629891309420178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Ss9dU0sZvpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8ua7kg6rvNg/s320/MJ+tribute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after work on Wednesday and rushed down to&lt;strong&gt; Changi Airport&lt;/strong&gt; to catch the 7pm MJ tribute, performed by Edward Moss. (A MJ impersonator)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was impressed by his performance because his dance moves and expressions seemed flawless. It was totally like watching the real MJ live! Yes, the resemblace is uncanny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Ss9d6S_H6rI/AAAAAAAAA2g/TRBBSxph4WA/s1600-h/DSCN1155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390630535096167090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Ss9d6S_H6rI/AAAAAAAAA2g/TRBBSxph4WA/s320/DSCN1155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people had said that he was the closest that one can get to experience "MJ". There were even gifts and posters prepared for this Edward guy by those MJ fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I was thinking, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why did they honor this guy so much when he is actually just a normal person who just happen to have the talent of looking and dancing like MJ?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the below video to see his outstanding performance! You can't really tell the difference between the real and fake from afar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song: Billie Jean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsXowvYCHZc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after he changed his costume and sang "&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", one of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsXowvYCHZc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The song "Scream" was used as his opening. Notice that when he turned around for the first time to face the audience, there was this shocking uncanny resemblance that sent the fans screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FDQ4sTHu6A&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feelings for this guy are ironic. There is no denial that he can fool people into thinking that he is MJ, but there will never be another duplication of MJ in terms of personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my reasons for saying that because I had watched some parodies "making fun" of MJ, and this Edward guy was the one who did it. I am not sure if he is actually attempting to bring glory to MJ or humiliate him. If anyone of you have watched "Scary Movie 3" and 4, you will "see MJ" there, which is actually acted by this Edward guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, he really dared to take up roles that would actually place MJ's reputation at risk. (As if MJ didn't had it worse) Check out this video I found: (Although I do admit its funny, but still... ...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2xzea_edward-moss_shortfilms"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2xzea_edward-moss_shortfilms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the tribute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It lasted for only an hour plus, and there were photo taking sessions for 10 lucky fans onstage. (Okay, I was not one of the lucky ones though. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward appeared in the image of a straight-haired MJ after his performance, and rushed out to greet the excited fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found it quite hilarious when he went &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Thank you... Thank you.. I LOVE YOU..!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was wondering if he was still in character or saying that as himself. (Because he was supposed to be himself but his mannerisms and such are still MJ-like. LOL.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone behind me shouted "I love you too" to him, and he replied "I love you more." (Okay, MJ is famous for saying that. So I guess he was just following whatever he was supposed to.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of a sudden, a young girl shouted&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "YOU ARE GAY!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oops. I am not sure if he did hear it, but even if he did, I would bet he'd feign ignorance. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... Even though I do not admire him for bringing bad light to MJ in the parody shows, but I would still applaud him for the convincing performance for the tribute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, I am puzzled at how amazing a makeup process can turn him into a MJ lookalike. (His real face does not resemble MJ at all, not even 1%). But with the makeup on, he is a total lookalike. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't believe? Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 476px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="386" src="http://photos.signonsandiego.com/albums/jacko/jacko.sized.jpg" width="528" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.signonsandiego.com/albums/jacko/jackog.sized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now look:&lt;br /&gt;The before and after makeup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Media/Pix/pictures/2005/02/09/double.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally hard to relate them as the same person right? :p Well, thats the wonders of makeup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7957358117089447154?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7957358117089447154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7957358117089447154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7957358117089447154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7957358117089447154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/mj-tribute.html' title='MJ tribute'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Ss9dU0sZvpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8ua7kg6rvNg/s72-c/MJ+tribute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-14865666762822735</id><published>2009-10-05T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:03:34.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SsoYZGzNaHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Qz2qFvcyOYs/s1600-h/Minnie_Hug_Old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389146723703416946" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SsoYZGzNaHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Qz2qFvcyOYs/s320/Minnie_Hug_Old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess why I haven't been updating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am having a "MJ Marathon" these days! Thanks to my dad and school for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school library has been ordering new MJ stuff these days, and I had been busy reserving them! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, I guess I really do love this man. I will update soon with my beloved pictures in my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YES. Let me introduce everyone &lt;strong&gt;Victoria&lt;/strong&gt;, my newborn niece! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SsoYotKiCoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2_-1b2nLjpI/s1600-h/niece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389146991699823234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SsoYotKiCoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2_-1b2nLjpI/s320/niece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she cute?! Awww.. *smoochies*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-14865666762822735?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/14865666762822735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=14865666762822735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/14865666762822735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/14865666762822735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/10/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SsoYZGzNaHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Qz2qFvcyOYs/s72-c/Minnie_Hug_Old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-8859632533067228223</id><published>2009-09-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:54:39.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Away from guilt and welcome happiness! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael, here I come... 29th October 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8859632533067228223?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8859632533067228223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8859632533067228223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8859632533067228223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8859632533067228223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/away-from-guilt-and-welcome-happiness-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6969421322879583633</id><published>2009-09-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:26:56.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cannot love you... because I am a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if things are different, I will go all out for you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sorry I hurt you, and I am overwhelmed with guilt. It's impossible for me to reveal myself to you, because I am not what and who you think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are a nice girl, and I wish you all the best. Maybe... next life, if I'm a guy, be rest assured I will be there for you. (Ok, this sounds silly.) I will be your best friend, mate, boyfriend and husband. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you still, and I'm glad you are happy wherever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And lastly, I'm sorry to burst the bubble... But I am eventually a GIRL. Yes, its helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sorry... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;P/S: Hopefully this will put to rest the doubts of whether I am "straight" or not, because I 100% am. Get that clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6969421322879583633?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6969421322879583633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6969421322879583633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6969421322879583633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6969421322879583633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cannot-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-3688518979908437049</id><published>2009-09-21T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:32:35.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace..</title><content type='html'>Man burned alive in his house due to sudden fire - in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kwongwah.com.my/news/2009/09/20/31_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, this man is none other than one of my relatives in Malaysia. It is saddening, because I still remembered visiting that same house years back. He still looked healthy and alive then... But its really heartbreaking to hear about why and how he died. This made headlines in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must had really been a painful process to be&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BURNED ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and worse still... all his identification and documents vanished in the fire, and he was classified as anonymous by the police until my relatives went to claim his body. (Yes, his body was burned until beyond recognition...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house which my family had been to before is now in a disastrous state. As you can see from the picture above (taken from one of the Malaysia news site), the roof was in a bad state,too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why...? Why... ? Why... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;News adapted from: &lt;a href="http://www.kwongwah.com.my/news/2009/09/20/31.html"&gt;http://www.kwongwah.com.my/news/2009/09/20/31.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3688518979908437049?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3688518979908437049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3688518979908437049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3688518979908437049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3688518979908437049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in peace..'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-7661866336965794636</id><published>2009-09-11T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:18:27.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partyworld.</title><content type='html'>Money suckers! Aah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a KTV session with my favorite Ah Ding (Ven) and Desiree. Initially, we had planned on going for the $10 KTV club, but the rooms were fully booked! (Just our luck) Thus, we went to our "back-up" KTV lounge, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Partyworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Which is 1 minute's walk away from the $10 KTV club. Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it IS advertised that they are having a promotion at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$11.80++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; per person, BUT the price is even more ridiculous than Kbox!! (To think I sided them when I complained about KBox that time! How wrong was I!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the final price amounted to a freaking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$16.60+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; per person. And they still dare to classify us under "student" plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What detest me were the wet tissues that we were "forced" to purchase. When the service guy presented us the bill, I mumbled, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Who want your wet tissues!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't care if he heard it or not, but YES, its true that I DO NOT WANT YOUR WET TISSUES, so why charge us for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little Ven took up the tissues and told him, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We don't want the tissues, can take back?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But that guy replied and said that its a &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; to have them. (What the...!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still had the cheek to peek at us while we were having our singing session. I kept noticing him walking to and fro outside our door and looking in while singing. Yes, I caught him while he was peeking. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)(#*)$#()$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about Partyworld is the songs in their system. I discovered that they have more available songs than the other ones I frequented. (More choices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, its all $$, $$, and more $$! And they are not even sparing students! Why on the earth should we pay so much for only 4 hours of KTV session?! Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I hope that it is a good experience for Desiree (since its her first time going for KTV). Thanks for your companionship... and of course, your very advanced birthday gift for me! :D I'm very touched, really! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of your handmade wrapper. It is lovely! Aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqpbAmowNwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/84itQ_qUWX4/s1600-h/Image782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380212770777085698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqpbAmowNwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/84itQ_qUWX4/s320/Image782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A close-up shot of your nail-polish painted flower: (So preettty!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqpbSv9EPLI/AAAAAAAAA14/3cMtE3Y7cyY/s1600-h/Image783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380213082515848370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqpbSv9EPLI/AAAAAAAAA14/3cMtE3Y7cyY/s320/Image783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; glitter! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sqpbirk_3JI/AAAAAAAAA2A/v4RQ8jdG40s/s1600-h/Image784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380213356219063442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sqpbirk_3JI/AAAAAAAAA2A/v4RQ8jdG40s/s320/Image784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the above pictures do not do justice to the real deal! :) I'm keeping the wrapper. Haha. Nothing beats a hand-made one. Thank you x1000! I love the mango "tub" of moisturiser, and I had used immediately when I unwrapped it! =p&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your sweetness!! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P/S: I will be starting work on Monday. No more weekday plans for me anymore! I still owe my beloved Pitrra an Ion Orchard trip!! *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7661866336965794636?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7661866336965794636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7661866336965794636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7661866336965794636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7661866336965794636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/partyworld.html' title='Partyworld.'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqpbAmowNwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/84itQ_qUWX4/s72-c/Image782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-358381801307175706</id><published>2009-09-10T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:42:24.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koka noodles marathon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqinLY10_1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Eq03RtYZdYQ/s1600-h/Image775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379733568982679378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqinLY10_1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Eq03RtYZdYQ/s320/Image775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Omy, Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Koka &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for the opportunity to visit the factory today... and the try-out of different flavors! (I'm feeling so full right now! Hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... as many of you know.. I am quite a huge fan of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOKA! And its no secret that I love, love, love their Tom Yum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ask any of my friends and they will know. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I got myself embarrassed by going goo-ga all over their Tom Yam today. =p (I can't help it! Hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They showed us around the factory to give us a better understanding of how the noodles was manufactured and packaged. Yeah, I can finally get an insight of how they are "born", after eating and loving the brand for quite some time now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqinZbuly7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/9T-q6JRsCAk/s1600-h/Image777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379733810275797938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqinZbuly7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/9T-q6JRsCAk/s320/Image777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noodles, noodles, noodles.... NOODLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sqin2wiOoKI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/tE8iOeIH1aw/s1600-h/Image778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379734314077298850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sqin2wiOoKI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/tE8iOeIH1aw/s320/Image778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they are so generous, sponsoring us 2 bags of Koka noodles! (They will add on to my Kokka "collection" in my cabinet. =p~)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqiqwSekmXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/2JTqdNezsXM/s1600-h/Image779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379737501464566130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqiqwSekmXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/2JTqdNezsXM/s320/Image779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Fancy some too? :D I'm so Koka flooded now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sqis2X6RGFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/gMykxTjap84/s1600-h/Image781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379739805025376338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sqis2X6RGFI/AAAAAAAAA1o/gMykxTjap84/s320/Image781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Wen, Pitrra and Earnest for agreeing to come for this fruitful trip! :) I do hope you guys enjoy yourselves too, and of course.. the NOODLES! Wahaha! And last but not all, I love you, Koka! :P Thanks for the 2 bags of noodle supplies for at least... a month? (If I eat them slowly) Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do support &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Koka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and their new upcoming flavors soon! Where else can you find noodles that have different categories such as "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOW FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MSG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", etc? Furthermore, they are delicious! If you are looking for a healthier choice, theirs is definitely worth your every penny. =p Hey, I am not saying this because of their sponsorship of noodles, but my love for them! Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-358381801307175706?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/358381801307175706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=358381801307175706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/358381801307175706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/358381801307175706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/koka-noodles-marathon.html' title='Koka noodles marathon!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqinLY10_1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Eq03RtYZdYQ/s72-c/Image775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-2871019434755759641</id><published>2009-09-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:30:10.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIP HOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqU0q3rzZCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZUQkjRQ9hbs/s1600-h/Image765.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I attended a hip hop development course today @ school! It was soooo much fun, although the excercise is darn vigorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I almost laughed my heads off when the teacher appeared, wearing a shirt with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; face printed on it. I had to prevent myself from looking at her shirt to suppress my laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And double guess what? Her name is also&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Catherine. And she was so fascinated with MJ that she claimed she is a die-hard fan of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, and everyone ended up dancing to MJ's song "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dangerous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", including the moonwalk. =.= I love the moonwalking best, because I had been attempting that for quite some time already. HAHA. It was so much of a coincidence that the teacher has the same name as me and a fan too! But I did not admit I am one when she asked. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I freaking AM! Here's my handphone pouch: (Coincidentally, I did not bring it to school today. I just had a tingling sensation NOT to bring it. HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqUzmzRuqxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/j0AdCHSs7ZY/s1600-h/Image753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378762071656540946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqUzmzRuqxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/j0AdCHSs7ZY/s320/Image753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just something random; another one of my purchases. &lt;strong&gt;A DORAEMON WEBCAM!&lt;/strong&gt; CUTE OR NOT?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't look like a webcam right?! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqUzYhqxc7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/bQRfOwKlmFU/s1600-h/Image752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378761826411574194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqUzYhqxc7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/bQRfOwKlmFU/s320/Image752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's pictures when I went to Gera's optical shop that day with beloved C.T and Hariz. If anyone needs hair or eye services, tell me! I will recommend you to her. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's me tryin to be thick-skinned, wearing a pair of sunglasses that I apparently cannot afford. IT COSTS $600 PLUS! (Branded) But I love it! Since I can't own it, I just seeked the pleasure of having it on me for a few minutes. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqU0OMs4j0I/AAAAAAAAA04/vjvtnFB0riQ/s1600-h/Image767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378762748496219970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqU0OMs4j0I/AAAAAAAAA04/vjvtnFB0riQ/s320/Image767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: I just blew up an acting opportunity again. No choice, not fated to at the moment. Sometimes, things are just too coincidental and clashes at timings burst everything. boo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2871019434755759641?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2871019434755759641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2871019434755759641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2871019434755759641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2871019434755759641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/hip-hop.html' title='HIP HOP!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SqUzmzRuqxI/AAAAAAAAA0w/j0AdCHSs7ZY/s72-c/Image753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-9167480081579228744</id><published>2009-09-05T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:30:35.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM~</title><content type='html'>OMG. I had a dream today about MJ. (And I did not expect to dream about it! I had heard and read about other people having dreams about him, but I didn't care then.) What's more susprising was the "feel" of the whole process.. It felt as though I had been there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started when I found myself standing outside what seemed to be Forest Lawn (the venue where his burial was held at), and cameras were only allowed to film the stars arriving, but not the burial that was taking place inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I proceeded in and took my seat. And I chose a seat nearest to the coffin! It was right in front of me. (AAH). My nightmare begun when the coffin was opened.. and no one was inside. It was then I was told that his body was buried under the deep concrete cement already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everything in my dream is nonsensical! I checked out some stuff about the burial online, and realized that some of them are true to my dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered CLEARLY I walked by a similar pathway like this inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and when I searched online, this picture was actually taken there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://u1.ipernity.com/10/78/67/3477867.004c3c78.240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was true that cement will be used to "conceal" the body, and also for protection! (Check the news)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH. Goodbye, my dearest MJ. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I bought a vintage necklace off Ebay last week and it arrived in my mailbox safely 2 days ago!&lt;br /&gt;It cost me a freaking 30+ U.S dollars, which amounted to approximately &lt;strong&gt;SGD46&lt;/strong&gt;. Its definitely one of the most expensive stuff I have ever bought! But I regarded it as a birthday present for myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an unclear photo of the neckie lying inside the silver box which came along with it:&lt;br /&gt;Its an iconic glove of MJ, and it was said that these were only sold @ his concerts and retail shops back in the eighties. There are a lot of replicas online, but somehow I chose the original's because I would love a piece of history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 347px" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs242.snc1/8925_132018066922_665216922_2971404_6453456_n.jpg" width="370" height="452" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-9167480081579228744?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9167480081579228744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=9167480081579228744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/9167480081579228744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/9167480081579228744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream.html' title='DREAM~'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8417175693350194552</id><published>2009-09-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:31:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love MJ.</title><content type='html'>Today is the day when my sweetie is going to get buried... (SOBS)&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little tribute from me to him!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/buxQIshBIHo&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8417175693350194552?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8417175693350194552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8417175693350194552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8417175693350194552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8417175693350194552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-mj.html' title='I love MJ.'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-5452512078386355278</id><published>2009-08-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:09:38.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I went for a singing audition (held by a local music school) 2 days ago, with the companion of Wen. Thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like "OMG" when I reached there, because we had to sing ACAPELLA onstage! That meant no music, no instruments, NOTHING. Just you and your voice which will fill the room, together with approx 10 people watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I was unprepared for that! But I knew I still had to face it anyway, and I am so DARN nervous that my voice almost shook while I sang. This is one of my phobias which I am DETERMINED to overcome. And even though I kind of lost 60% of my usual quality, I'm still glad that I managed to take that step onto the stage and sang those 2 songs. But I am really disappointed that I was unable to perform well due to the over-nervousness. #)($*)#($&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SpauQAJtdzI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/j200nUfdPYg/s1600-h/Image750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374674795255134002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SpauQAJtdzI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/j200nUfdPYg/s320/Image750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I just bidded for another MJ stuff off from Ebay. I am going brankrupt soon! But I can't help it because I just looooooveeeeeee MJ so much. Remember to catch his HISTORY concert this coming Saturday, Channel 5 @ 7pm. It will be his birthday on that day.. and dang, I miss him. Just received advertisement from Shrek that there will be a tribute concert at the esplanade this coming Friday, $15! Anyone going? I want to, but sheesh, I'm self-proclaimed bankrupt now. I guess I better stick to watching the DVDs instead!! :D ( I believe many friends have realized that I am no longer in craze of Mr Bean anymore... Hence I MAY be changing my blog very soon. The new links and status will be updated in time to come. Fret not, I won't have my blog designed with MJ's face all over it. I won't place celebrities' pictures anymore!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-5452512078386355278?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5452512078386355278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=5452512078386355278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5452512078386355278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5452512078386355278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-i-went-for-singing-audition.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SpauQAJtdzI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/j200nUfdPYg/s72-c/Image750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-8320207172847634509</id><published>2009-08-23T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:30:27.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Hoo-ha over</title><content type='html'>My drama module finally came to an end. (Sadly)&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all those fun times that I had with my fellow classmates! Its funny how we were in the same class for quite some time and did not even talk to each other then... until we were asked to have our own production.&lt;br /&gt;I think I looked uggggggggggggglyyy in some of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during the actual performance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 455px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="321" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs182.snc1/6060_133395578896_513643896_2405872_215531_n.jpg" width="517" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to play that bad girl. (I really poured food all over the floor and sprayed diluted ketchup at my friend in the drama. I am sorry, Rachel! I still love you! =p~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Macy for the costumes and props. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v5202/138/32/659664684/n659664684_2409651_7147063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not been updating for quite some time now... Sorry but I just didn't have the mood to blog. I hope I will be back on track soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, on a random note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;! Muwahaha. (This is the 1000000000th time I have been saying that, so pardon me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8320207172847634509?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8320207172847634509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8320207172847634509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8320207172847634509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8320207172847634509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/drama-hoo-ha-over.html' title='Drama Hoo-ha over'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-7328090560174249310</id><published>2009-08-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:16:12.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't worry. I am not suffering from depression yet.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone catch OKTO today? I just saw myself. OMG! It felt cheesy. I will be in at the third episode, too. But I am not going to tell which programme is that! Ha ha! I bet I will be a laughing stock if you see me in the 3rd episode. =p~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7328090560174249310?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7328090560174249310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7328090560174249310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7328090560174249310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7328090560174249310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-7390719144941125814</id><published>2009-08-09T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:35:40.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... ...</title><content type='html'>Feeling empty and emotional... Believe it or not, I am becoming an introvert. What is it in me that I feel so inferior? I always feel that I am different from the others in an unexplainable way. I have been receiving comments from my friend that I am living in my own world.. and even a random passerby walked past me and asked "Why do you look so sad?"&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, too. But I guess I really can't hide my inner feelings somehow. &lt;br /&gt;Often, I don't feel "normal" at all. &lt;br /&gt;I yearn to have a real smile again... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Do I really deserve to live on this earth? Trust me, if you really KNOW the REAL me, you answer will be "No." Let's just hope I will be a better person in my next life... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7390719144941125814?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7390719144941125814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7390719144941125814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7390719144941125814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7390719144941125814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='... ...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6047366136491140721</id><published>2009-07-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:33:10.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!! Moonwalker will be back on the big screens again! Thanks to Si Ling for the information!!&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gv.com.sg/moviedetails/gv_moviedetails_8003.jsp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is scary how my thoughts were answered. I was still thinking yesterday about this movie which I had seen on Youtube (thanks to Satoru for informing on this one). I wanted it sooo much to be on the big screens again, but I told myself that it is impossible as this movie is quite old.&lt;br /&gt;AND TA-DA! It was announced that it would be shown as a tribute in cinemas! Gosh. Someone wanna go with me?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6047366136491140721?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6047366136491140721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6047366136491140721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6047366136491140721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6047366136491140721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg_26.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-216628467252360739</id><published>2009-07-21T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:38:41.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woots</title><content type='html'>Aahh. I am procrastinating on my Night Safari entry. But it will be up verrry soon! I am just busy with other stuff at the moment. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I would like to thank &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jarod, C.T, Shida, Hariz, Nurul and Gera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for attending and helping out in the photoshoot last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely random, but somehow I think this picture is cute! :D Yes, he's none other than Jarod, our beeelovvedd photographer. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I told ya I will put this picture up.. and I did! HEHE.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SmXQz5siUJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/eU-U4dr6lkI/s1600-h/Image713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360920521533968530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SmXQz5siUJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/eU-U4dr6lkI/s320/Image713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stingray (finally) on that day, and it cost me an effin' 10 bucks! I am definitely not a big spender on food... but I just couldn't resist the temptation, especially we were at the "Lau Pat Sat" (not sure if I spell it correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was on heavy makeup that day, I think it was unfortunate that people mistook me as *ahem*. Its so offensive!&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking briskly to the train station alone, there was a cheekopeh who said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Wah, you dress very pretty hor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;)#(*$)#$#$&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I gave him my total ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another malay guy said "Hi" to me in those "mocking" tone. What the... ...! I am not what they think, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P/S: YES! You are loved! ~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-216628467252360739?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/216628467252360739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=216628467252360739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/216628467252360739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/216628467252360739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/woots_21.html' title='Woots'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SmXQz5siUJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/eU-U4dr6lkI/s72-c/Image713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-7015969112401242592</id><published>2009-07-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:05:35.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially charmed and attracted by you on 13th July 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7015969112401242592?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7015969112401242592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7015969112401242592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7015969112401242592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7015969112401242592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/officially-charmed-and-attracted-by-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6346365248944270854</id><published>2009-07-15T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:45:04.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INsane</title><content type='html'>Okay, friends around me (including my own dad) think that I am insane. What's with the weird look when I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael Jackson is still ALIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's conspiracies going around that his death, in fact, is a hoax. Actually, I did not get to know this from the internet itself. It just suddenly hit me and I went to research if there really is anyone thinking of the same thing.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And Ta-Da!&lt;/span&gt; I found loads and LOADS of information on it.&lt;br /&gt;One of the sources I came across even stated that Michael Jackson had written in his own personal diary himself that he had planned on a death hoax, creating the biggest comeback impact ever. There was even a report saying that all these were done to make his hit song "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;" come to life... and that he will be releasing an album called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back from the dead&lt;/span&gt;". (It sounded like rubbish, but well....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father told me that if all these conspiracies are true, many people will hate him for it. (There are 12 cases of his fans whom committed suicide!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not sure how true the sources are, but somehow, I really wish that he is still alive somewhere. (Not that it really concern me, but I admit I have grown a liking for him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaeljacksonhoaxdeath.com/"&gt;http://www.michaeljacksonhoaxdeath.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaeljacksonfakeddeath.com/"&gt;http://www.michaeljacksonfakeddeath.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaeljacksonsightings.com/"&gt;http://www.michaeljacksonsightings.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch his memorial @ Channel 5? While they were playing the slides of Michael's life photos on the screen, a line of words popped out at the last slide, which said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm alive and I'm here forever."&lt;/span&gt; This struck a topic amongst the fans as it sounded kinda fishy.&lt;br /&gt;Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaeljacksonhoaxdeath.com/?p=265"&gt;http://www.michaeljacksonhoaxdeath.com/?p=265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, lots of people have been commenting about this video that was circulating over the net, that his body was spotted "sitting up" and "moving by itself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSNQCK6xN6k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSNQCK6xN6k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, its up to you whether you believe it or not. If he is really alive somewhere, I am sure his fans will still wish him the best as he had really suffered too much. And if his death is really true, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(sobs)&lt;/span&gt; he will certainly not be forgotten-ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I WAS not a fan of him until after his death. I feel so silly to have believed the media blindly! I used to think of him as a "pervert", "eccentric guy", "child molester", "rapist" etc. But after watching and reading all the numerous videos and news reports on him recently, it really hit me-hard! How can such a kind-hearted and innocent guy get involved in all these mess? Its really too undeserving!&lt;br /&gt;He was sabotaged by the media, including the molestation case. The little kid who had filed a report against him had admitted that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HE LIED, because his father had wanted him to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its sad that Michael paid the charges NOT because he was guilty, but that he just wanted to " buy peace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And this, in turn, was misinterpreted by the media to us that HE was guilty because he paid the charges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpL4QRzRZOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpL4QRzRZOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH, it was sad that nobody believed him (including me) when he was still alive. Its not until the reality kicks in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I saw his video in Jurong Point today being broadcasted in one of the CD shops, and I went berserk till Pitrra had got to drag me off. LOL. You can't blame me though. I heard one of his songs being played in my school today (loudspeaker somemore, I suppose!), and there were a few students walking in a LINE! The person in the front was holding a "signboard-looking" thingy, and they were dressed in white tees and long pants. I wonder what they were doing this for? But my heart really broke when I heard the song because it is one of my faves, and for no reason, it made me wanna tear whenever I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I shall stop announcing to people about the hoax death thingy... before I get sent to psychiatrist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6346365248944270854?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6346365248944270854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6346365248944270854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6346365248944270854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6346365248944270854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/insane.html' title='INsane'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6485608837405917623</id><published>2009-07-11T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:56:53.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally random... ...</title><content type='html'>After meeting one of my customers yesterday, I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt;! (the cosmetic shop). Little did I expect that I was given a complimentary coupon for free eyebrow trimming and simple makeover by them while I was browsing their items in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;I took several pictures of the simple eye makeup, but I don't think it showed up well in photos as the color was too light. Yes, the eyeshadow was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;! The makeup artist cum shop assistant told me that a lot of girls always believe that green is not a suitable color for them, which is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I really love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CYBER GREEN&lt;/span&gt; color introduced to me. It looks prettier in reality, but I think its a bit too light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljK_efizTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qX740pjy2Q/s1600-h/Image720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljK_efizTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qX740pjy2Q/s320/Image720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357254948623142194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna update about random stuff in this entry, which I had wanted to post since quite some time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SWENSEN "Topless 5" Ice-Cream, which I got to enjoy with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;/span&gt; Believe it or not, it cost us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;LESS THAN $1 per person ONLY!&lt;/span&gt; The whole "bowl" cost around&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; $1.20-$1.30&lt;/span&gt;. (I forgot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljNY0n6_2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/dlKGkLsjbc8/s1600-h/Image673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljNY0n6_2I/AAAAAAAAAzo/dlKGkLsjbc8/s320/Image673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357257583083847522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sheepish and embarrassed when I paid the bill. (I guess the staff attending to us must be secretly sneering at our "cheap-skateness". &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! But HEY, it's not as if we get to eat it at such a CHEAP price every time!)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next coming up is a picture which Wen will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljO4IRFO4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/rg5KPovLG0Q/s1600-h/Image670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljO4IRFO4I/AAAAAAAAAzw/rg5KPovLG0Q/s320/Image670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357259220444330882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I bet she wouldn't stop laughing if she ever sees this.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, it a coin purse! And Wen couldn't stop saying how much it looks like me! =_= Even the shop assistant went along with her, and asked, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, are both of you sisters?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And she offered me an even lower price if I were to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... eventually, I did. I received comments from another friend, too, that it indeed looks like me. Grrr... My face got like that one, meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week, Taiwan mei ( my classmate) gave me this super cute card holder, which can only be found in Taiwan 7-11 stores if one were to spend a certain amount! :D The picture changes if I move it to and fro. I remembered having and collecting stuff like this when I was younger. Thanks Taiwan mei! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;From this picture... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljQdQFiyFI/AAAAAAAAAz4/DniWsCVdUpI/s1600-h/Image680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljQdQFiyFI/AAAAAAAAAz4/DniWsCVdUpI/s320/Image680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357260957710207058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then changes to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljRGYwtDCI/AAAAAAAAA0A/8YpYwNk5BqA/s1600-h/Image681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljRGYwtDCI/AAAAAAAAA0A/8YpYwNk5BqA/s320/Image681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357261664413355042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, I licked it back into my body system. =.= I always bleed due to cracked lips, and its no surprise that I always taste blood in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljRfZwlEuI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Hx9IpsgOELI/s1600-h/Image709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljRfZwlEuI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Hx9IpsgOELI/s320/Image709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357262094177997538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shall end this entry here. Its totally random, right?! I will update another entry soon about my first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Night Safari&lt;/span&gt; trip with Wen today. Thanks to Gera for the lobang! =p Its a pity that you can't make it, though! But its alright, do check out my blog for the entry soon! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6485608837405917623?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6485608837405917623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6485608837405917623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6485608837405917623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6485608837405917623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/woots.html' title='Totally random... ...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SljK_efizTI/AAAAAAAAAzg/9qX740pjy2Q/s72-c/Image720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-577015189649576523</id><published>2009-07-07T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:30:54.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing look-alikes.</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, I am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GONNA &lt;/span&gt;blog about this. Out of sheer boredom, I went to search for stuff related to Michael Jackson, and I somehow chanced across different lookalikes/impersonators that TOTALLY look like him! Its amazing how people who aren't even in the least related can look THAT much identical.. Its almost uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Take a look for yourself: (I have specially picked out those pictures which I think look closest to the real deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Carlo Riley&lt;/span&gt;, one of the famous impersonators/look-alikes. (In my own opionion, his resemblance is the most uncanny, in comparison with the other look-alikes I've came across.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 316px; height: 473px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/18/l_7adb072dc0a4408fb631c0f27cdb79f6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 505px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/28/l_d40cc2d52c72468b868a93e8d22839af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this guy can actually dress up like Michael of different eras. Not only can he be the "white" version, but the black one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 473px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_3a9ba820f4f6170a207b1f0664cec6cd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must be thinking, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;THIS IS DEFINITELY MICHAEL!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;You have gotta check out this impersonator's page yourself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/carloriley"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/carloriley&lt;/a&gt;   (The background of the webpage is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlo Riley&lt;/span&gt; himself!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this page, too. &lt;a href="http://www.almostmj.com/"&gt;www.almostmj.com&lt;/a&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;And coming up is the next look-alike! (Gosh, this is really incredible!)&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E'Casanova.&lt;/span&gt; (And he is famous, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.bryantmcgill.com/myspace/evan/photo_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 482px;" src="http://www.bryantmcgill.com/myspace/evan/photo_006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, one has to log in in order to view more of his other photos. If you have a myspace account, do check out his amazing fanpage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ecasanovafansite"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/ecasanovafansite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's not the end! There are more coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting you... ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Navi&lt;/span&gt;. (What an unique name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://entertainers.co.uk/lookalikes/lookalikes_images/michael-jackson-navi/navi_michaeljackson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.always-entertainment.co.uk/custom/navi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own opinion, I think he does look like the real thing... but not as much as the previous ones I have shown. From the sources I had read, Navi had surgery done to look like Michael. So... does that count? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to know more about this guy, here's his official Youtube channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/OfficialNavi"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/OfficialNavi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Joby Rogers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;(It was said that he was personally approved by Michael Jackson himself, even in signed statement!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.angelfire.com/ct/jobyr/images/mji.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His related sites: &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ct/jobyr/"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/ct/jobyr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edward Moss.&lt;/span&gt; (This guy does not look like Michael naturally. He needs quite a lot of makeup to look like him. And when he does, he really looks eerily uncanny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/03/01/arts/28jack-XL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/1xtra/tx/gallery/media/eddie_ready_405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and have you watched Scary Movie 3? He was the one starring as Michael Jackson in it! (I think many has mistook him for Michael and have difficulty deciding whether its really the real thing or an actor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short clip from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PdIVGmjOdY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PdIVGmjOdY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mikki Jay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (And yes, believe it or not... ... "HE" is a FEMALE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sounds and dances JUST like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.fakefaces.co.uk/images/lookalikes/fullsize/243-243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's on "fakefaces" website:&lt;a href="http://www.fakefaces.co.uk/lookalikes.html?lookalike_id=243"&gt; http://www.fakefaces.co.uk/lookalikes.html?lookalike_id=243&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw her videos in Youtube, I was speechless. However, the minus point is that she had spent quite a sum of money for a plastic surgery to look like Michael, too.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, this should be her own Youtube page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MikkiJay"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/MikkiJay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, a not-so-alike but able to pass off as a female version of Michael:&lt;br /&gt;I am unsure of her real name, but she is known as "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JenNjuice4MJ&lt;/span&gt;" in her myspace profile. Her imitation photos are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture she posted of herself and another female:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 539px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/23/l_483df0654ba111acca5b5d9588327aad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was actually imitating the same pose from the real picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 517px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/105/l_8a7ba920eef417cd3588e519cdfe834c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(#()#*$#)*$*(#$ I know, I know... Freaking insane, right? And when I said "insane", I meant the resemblance! I believe there are MANY MORE Michael Jackson lookalikes out there, but those I have posted up are some of the truly legendary amazing ones. I just hope I won't post up the wrong photos, mistaking the real one as the fake's! *chuckles* (I mean, I have difficulty telling them apart! And I am not exaggerating. Hoho.)&lt;br /&gt;Now... it would be creepy if they stand together alongside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... who do you think bears the most resemblance to Michael Jackson?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-577015189649576523?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/577015189649576523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=577015189649576523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/577015189649576523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/577015189649576523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing-look-alikes.html' title='Amazing look-alikes.'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8555569751778779948</id><published>2009-07-06T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:31:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing fun</title><content type='html'>Had a game of boxing, baseball, bowling, dancing... and tennis- all within a day! =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wii &lt;/span&gt;machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. And gosh, both my hands hurt! But I had great fun!&lt;br /&gt;Now that *someone* wants to look at how I brag, I shall do it now! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won in boxing, baseball and bowling.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WOOHOO! &lt;/span&gt;=p Couldn't get used to the tennis one, but I am sure I will be able to fight back someday, yeah? Now I wish I have this kind of device at home! (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; is indeed one of the best ways to de-stress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great fun and the "tour" around your house. You certainly live in a place of luxury! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a side note... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I PASSED MY JAVA TEST&lt;/span&gt;! OMG. Its like... AM I DREAMING?! (Okay, I know its only the first test, but it certainly made me happy because I really din expect this!) I had actually almost given up on studying it before the actual day when I realized that nothing really got into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;99.99%&lt;/span&gt; sure that the results would be beyond imagination. I had even told &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ah Zhai&lt;/span&gt; (my classmate) , " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I pass, I will cook curry for you!&lt;/span&gt;" (Actually, I had wanted to add in about chopping off my head and cook it in curry.) Phew~&lt;br /&gt;Its actually the first time that the results turned out in the most positive way, which is truly unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like... MAGIC! I'm happy! I just hope I can sustain this. (I am not good at sustaining positive grades though. Shall have to really work hard now, I guess.) Thanks to whoever out there, be it lady luck, whom had helped me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tears rolling down cheeks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8555569751778779948?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8555569751778779948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8555569751778779948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8555569751778779948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8555569751778779948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/boxing-fun.html' title='Boxing fun'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2095079042098465410</id><published>2009-07-03T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:45:55.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit + Stomachache + Tiring Filming</title><content type='html'>Was so unlucky today-again.&lt;br /&gt;I vomited in the morning, and had stomachache during the exam. I was like kicking and stomping on the ground with my shoes as I was trying to "control" the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I had no mood to finish working on the solutions of the questions and left them undone. (I mean, how am I able to concentrate with this pain?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, approximately 5 minutes before ending time, other students started to stand up. (They were allowed to as the teacher had already collected back their answer script.)&lt;br /&gt;I was seated at the very back of the class, and I stood up anyway without the teacher collecting my script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw that, he said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No, no. You cannot go if I haven collect back your paper.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I handed it to him and answered- with a sullen face, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have stomachache ah!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And he quickly said "OK, OK, OK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I ran out of the exam hall to the nearest MRT toilet. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I was not down with fever. My temperature for today was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35.6 degrees Celsius&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;=D~ A new record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my "shitting business" in the toilet, I SLOWLY made my way to Jurong East for filming, in which I STILL reached too early, nonetheless. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sk4p_JkmhaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xwbrPNIdtCk/s1600-h/Image703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sk4p_JkmhaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xwbrPNIdtCk/s320/Image703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354263171868034466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its damn tiring, can! I din' know that "modeling" for a film can be so taxing. (Its even worse than 8 hours of filming, in which I am allowed to move lor. =.=) I was hoping that the director would just say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CUT&lt;/span&gt;" for a second so I could regain back my normal composure.&lt;br /&gt;And when she really did, it was a relief! At the end of the whole process, we squatted down onstage in exasperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asked to wear this military costume, and had to tie up my HAIR! AAH! (If you are wondering, I don't like tying up my hair because it just makes my big face bigger than ever. =.=) And worse, I have to be in that appearance on TV. I rather you guys don't try to spot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2924318458242632790"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sk4rEhsapuI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Sx559UOoGRc/s320/Image700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354264363754235618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random shot of the rest while waiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sk4szLcrSWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/YXgNTCXLFd0/s1600-h/Image697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sk4szLcrSWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/YXgNTCXLFd0/s320/Image697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354266264748116322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting in the toilet when one of the students asked me which school am I from. I bet they were assuming that I am from some secondary school, because they entered into a state of shock when I revealed I am actually a poly student. =\&lt;br /&gt;One even wanted to see my I/C as she thought I was lying. (Lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a thick-skinned face, I told them I am still trying to *cheat* for children tickets. (Honestly, I don't think I can, now. The latest I cheated for a children ticket was last year. Probably the cashier didn't bother to care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta go now. But before I do, just want to know if anyone is keen on getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night Safari&lt;/span&gt; tickets at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; $15&lt;/span&gt;? It includes tram rides, dinner and transport. You can get your friends, too to go with you at this special discounted price! (It will cost double the amount on normal days!)&lt;br /&gt;Just helping my dear Gera and her friends. I might be attending! (Btw, its next Saturday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;P/S: Apologies for my Christian friends who read my previous post. Not meant to offend (really), but just voicing out from the point of an outsider. I believe I am NOT the only one who thinks like that... ... Because if you are professional about it, you won't go around preaching RANDOM people.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind Christians telling me about their religion (like I said, I respect each and every religion), but just thought it isn't nice to disrespect and criticize other religion(s) while you just rant on how GREAT yours is. You can choose not to believe, but it will be much appreciated if you keep it to yourself. I have personally known of some friends from other religions who find it offensive. I once had secondary school relief teacher whom invited me personally to her church, and I accepted. But once we were inside, she started giving me a briefing and carried on to "indirectly" criticize another religion. That was how the impression developed.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I did not mean to offend anyone. And I sincerely apologize if I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2095079042098465410?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2095079042098465410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2095079042098465410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2095079042098465410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2095079042098465410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/vomit-stomachache-tiring-filming.html' title='Vomit + Stomachache + Tiring Filming'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sk4p_JkmhaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/xwbrPNIdtCk/s72-c/Image703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-1576475506083983697</id><published>2009-07-02T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:59:55.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short filming</title><content type='html'>AAH.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a short filming, in which I had to wear this princess costume XD. But its a variety show targeted at young children... So its alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Why so serious* look&lt;/span&gt; (I only applied light eye makeup. This time using a BIT of mascara instead of fake lashes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 315px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Will try to smile more next time. This photo isn't really very flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The filming venue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 383px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Image687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of students (basically the whole class) who attended the show! Hence, we have live audiences. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them made me miss my primary school life. Their laughter, sabotages and everything. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show finally started, (I thought the two hosts look kinda familiar as I had seen them on TV before.) one of them kept forgetting his lines, which was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when this would be broadcasted, but you will be able to see me in the Okto channel if you have the chance to! It is the first official time my face will be on the TV in your house. LOL. (Remember to tell me if you spot me, as I seldom watch TV now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mother who came here with her daughter for the filming, and she asked which level in secondary school am I in. I almost wanted to laugh out when I told her I am a poly student already. Well, she told me it was a compliment, though. =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I was leaving, I noticed a small group of students who had attended the show earlier seated outside. They recognized me and I heard comments like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eh, this one is the one just now act that one&lt;/span&gt;," and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its the princess right?&lt;/span&gt;" LOL. I am not sure if its my imagination or anything, but I thought I heard the word "lousy" being spouted. Or is it pretty? HAHA. Wishful thinking. I would prefer the latter though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was caught up in a frustrating incident this morning while I was on my way to the filming location.&lt;br /&gt;A middle-aged guy stopped me in my tracks, and handed me something randomly, saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Come,little girl. Uncle give you this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao eh. The tone sounded so pervertic that my heart skipped a beat. ( I thought he is those conmen or tricksters that had something up their sleeves.)&lt;br /&gt;And after hearing so many stories about looking at a specific object or into the person's eyes that will cause "hypnosis", I immediately looked away and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No, thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AND THEN HE STARTED ASKING BRIEF PERSONAL QUESTIONS, AND TOLD ME HE IS ACTUALLY A PASTOR/ PREACHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he knew I ain't a Christian, he tried to preach me indirectly. But couldn't he notice my disinterested face? I had no choice but to spend about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15-20&lt;/span&gt; minutes entertaining him because I had to wait for the filming crew- and there was no one there at that moment. (I shouldn't have reached the venue so early!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept telling me about the creator of man, and life after death, bla bla bla. My mind was set on insulting him but I had no absolute time to.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, he even took out a bible book and forced me to read the lines aloud. I did speed reading for him till it became unintellgible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am alright with it if he is just "preaching" or whatever you call it. But the most terrible part comes in when&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HE STARTED TO SHOOT OTHER RELIGIONS INDIRECTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still had the cheek to tell me that we weren't going to talk about religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started saying stuff such as the gods inside temples are just statues, and there are no actual gods, etc. And they are just spirits, bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE. ALTHOUGH I AM A FREE-THINKER, BUT I HATE IT IF YOU BAD-MOUTH ABOUT OTHER RELIGION(S)&lt;/span&gt;. Do you think its fair to those who has a strong belief?&lt;br /&gt;Since I do not belong to any religion, I have the FREEDOM to choose my belief. I had went to churches and temples before, and yes, I do think that Christians are mostly nice and gentle people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, can you guys stop bad-mouthing other religions? Do not say stuff like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"this this doesn't exist, bla bla."&lt;/span&gt; (Seriously, he is not the first Christian I had encountered that said stuff like these!) Don't you know the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;offensive&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOO pissed off. And this is what makes a bad impression on Christians. Do you see other religions going around, "preaching" uninterested people? Forcing people to create a strong instant belief in your God or whatever you believe in? That was what that guy tried to make me!&lt;br /&gt;I felt so silly, mumbling and repeating what he was saying. I did that only to entertain him. He said he was trying to "guide" me into praying to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, did I say I believe in all those stuff you'd said?&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, I told him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Why should I say this? I am not a Christian!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he replied something like I need not be a Christian in order to pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PRAYING NEEDS SINCERITY, OKAY? You cannot force someone to do this and that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I offended any Christians through this entry, (but there are alot of Christian friends whom I knew of are really good ones.) I do not detest them. I only show &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disrespect&lt;/span&gt; to THOSE who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disrespect &lt;/span&gt;other religions FIRST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want others to respect you and your religion, you have to do the same. How will you feel if someone from another religion starts to go around and badmouth about your god/church stuff? Don't you think its a bit unfair and selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have never heard of anyone from other religions who badmouth stuff about Christians. Won't it be nice if everyone shows the least bit of respect for each other? You believe in yours, and I believe in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me questions like whether God exists or not, because my answer will always be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"50-50".  &lt;/span&gt;I respect each and every religion(s) in existence. And I sincerely appreciate all those who had tried to talk me into your religion. I can only say "Thank you for your time," and that I will always stick to be a free-thinker. I will leave everything to fate, and there is no need for you to "preach" me or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because... no matter how hard you try, I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NEVER,EVER&lt;/span&gt; be talked into it- unless I am willing on my own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't. Force. Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1576475506083983697?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1576475506083983697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1576475506083983697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1576475506083983697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1576475506083983697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-filming.html' title='Short filming'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-3035390104418679937</id><published>2009-07-01T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:19:30.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of jumping down the MRT tracks crossed my mind yesterday while I was waiting for the train to arrive while on my way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But, no, I ain't committing suicide, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FREAKING PAPER A.K.A EXAM NOTE FLEW ONTO THE TRACKS WHEN THAT STRONG GUST OF WIND BLEW IT AWAY FROM MY HANDS- AND I WAS ABOUT TO STUDY IT FOR MY TEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, everything happened in a flash. One minute this piece of paper was in my hand, and gone in another.&lt;br /&gt;I did not even have the chance to grasp the paper fully before it was blown. It was a STRONG wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, there were many witnesses who had seen it happening. I refused to turn my face to the back and acted as though nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a malay guy came up to me, and asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What paper is that? Important or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheepishly, I replied that its supposed to be for my test (notes), and isn't that really important.&lt;br /&gt;He added that I couldn't go down the tracks to retrieve it. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I entered into a state of shock because I had almost forgot that we weren't supposed to go down the tracks. I was just standing there, and thinking if there was any way that I could retrieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, I wanted to give chase to the paper before it dropped onto the tracks, but I was afraid that I would cross the yellow line (which I definitely would if I did), and fall onto the tracks or something.)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't possibly alert the MRT staff to stop the train and everything, just to help me retrieve a piece of paper.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that's a $50 note, I definitely would rush down to have it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that good things will come after bad luck, or vice versa. And indeed, I had an unbelievably coincidental fun day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, I had been meeting a few unexpected friends once I stepped my foot into Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I was only chilling out with my friends, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shida and C.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.T was telling me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"What if we meet XX here ah? He always come JP here to meet his groupmembers right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I thought it was impossible as Jurong Point is such a large place now, and we couldn't possibly see each other at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAME PLACE w/ SAME TIMING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerily, we saw HIM standing at a distance from us while we were sitting down at LJS.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Long John Silver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.T: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Eh, is that XX ?&lt;/span&gt;" *pointing to a guy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to my mind was.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"YOU MUST HAVE SEEN THE WRONG PERSON! HAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was proven wrong when he started to wave and walked towards us. =_= Speaking of the devil, indeed. And this weren't even planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not the end!&lt;br /&gt;While I walked past a shop where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Li Hui&lt;/span&gt; worked at,  she told me that Pitrra and Yu Xuan were shopping in the same area, too!&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I messaged Pitrra and she called me. We were so delighted because we have each other to accompany when we go back home since we are taking the same bus. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... its not the end still!&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our bus at the interchange, some feminine voice called out my name. I turned around, and found myself facing a pretty lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ni shi shui?!"&lt;/span&gt; (Translation: Who are you?!)  I asked, as I observed her face. She did not look familiar to me!&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ziana&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAH! My primary cum secondary school friend whom I had lost contact with since like... AGES AGO! I was embarrassed because she's a malay and I still asked her &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"ni shi shui?!"&lt;/span&gt;. But hey,she looks chinese! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed when she told me that she is married... and has 1 child!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gosh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for quite somewhile, and I felt a bit strange about all the coincidental things that happened within a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless... I'm glad :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT NOT GLAD about that piece of paper that flew down the MRT tracks. Don't remind me!&lt;/span&gt; Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3035390104418679937?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3035390104418679937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3035390104418679937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3035390104418679937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3035390104418679937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-7297395505752675984</id><published>2009-06-29T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:09:05.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Someone*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; showed me this url leading to a facebook group that talks about students wearing &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SP T-shirts in NP campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=90931563289&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=90931563289&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like, SERIOUSLY... what's up with them?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am on SP side just because I am one of their students (I don't usually wear SP shirts myself in campus btw), but I don't think it is wrong to actually wear it. Come on, it's only a T-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what adds insult to injury is the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ATTITUDE&lt;/span&gt; that NP students are showing towards SP's T-shirts. There were rude and biased comments such as criticizing the ugliness and "value" of SP T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it depends on different individual! What right do they have in criticizing our T shirts just because they themselves don't like the idea of wearing them? Well, they can just mind their own businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you despise our shirts and people who wear them- just because you aren't from the school?&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got in to your choice of school based on your "O level" results, and its just your fate that you managed to get into your designated school. If you were allocated to SP in the first place, will you still give us this kind of treatment like you do now? You would probably defend SP and ask those people to shut their mouths up, just like any typical supportive SP student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose not to support SP or the shirts, but its definitely not nice to criticize us. If you are really that LOYAL to whatever school/stuff/place you are allocated in, then what about those people who wear these kind of tees on the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Singapore &lt;/span&gt;streets? I believe everyone has at least seen this kind of tee-shirt being worn by teenagers in public before, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The famous "I love NY" tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 308px" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/176/e/e/I_Love_NY_shirt_by_hip_possible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I have seen lots of other shirts bearing words such as "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I love HK&lt;/span&gt;", etc. And the number of people owning these kinda shirts are extremely large. What do you have to say to that, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wrong way to pledge your loyalty, NP students! You are just making yourself look like a "loyal-student wannabe" or whatever term that can be associated with "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;FAKE&lt;/span&gt;". Yes, I do agree that all of you should come out with your own T-shirt, then. (If that will make those students of yours STOP wearing ours.) You can't control anyone from wearing anything anyway. Its their own lives, and what has it got to do with yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I am not trying to declare any war between the two schools, but just stating facts from my own point-of-view in regards to this unreasonable discussion amongst the NP students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: LOL. I just stumbled across a link posted by a supposedly NP student, &lt;a href="http://chaoscircus.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://chaoscircus.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a shirt designed by them, flashing the sign &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"Please stop wearing that SP shirt in NP".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/chaoscircus/pic/000194ww/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the students nowadays? We are all humans, fair and square. And it doesn't matter which school we are from as we all have the same goals. Does criticizing or stopping anyone from wearing our shirts make your life any better? Or your school will give an award to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; for being such a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LOYAL &lt;/span&gt;student? What do you think this is, a&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; PAP&lt;/span&gt; vs other opponents election? &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;D-U-H.&lt;/span&gt; =_="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7297395505752675984?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7297395505752675984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7297395505752675984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7297395505752675984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7297395505752675984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/grrr.html' title='GRRR'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1520075762828656052</id><published>2009-06-28T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:26:32.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking nervous!</title><content type='html'>OMG, omg. I am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt; nervous about my exam! I will be going to school in a few hours' time, and I am freaking out already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 years since I last sat in an examination hall/classroom. How do you tell me not to be nervous?!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*breathe in and out in an exasperating manner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt; I am so nervous that I can't even think properly. (I can't even think of the right words to type!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had this "weird nervous sickness" since primary school. Guess I was born with it. Symptoms of my nervousness are usually quite extreme.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Shitting, vomiting, brain freeze, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, back in my primary school days before a Maths exam, I had a major shitting business in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;And during the time when I participated in a competition, I got so scared and nervous that I vomited near the MRT control station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.. AND... AND...&lt;br /&gt;The most recent one will be brain freeze during my secondary school days. I remembered that I totally blacked out during a class test till I can't even think or write. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I know I could solve the problem if I weren't that nervous, but somehow I just couldn't work it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I was fortunate enough that the teacher gave me a retest for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know not every teacher will be as kind as that to give me a retest! And here I am, getting frantic over something I thought I had bid goodbye to when I got into &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Design&lt;/span&gt; course. (Now that I had changed my course, its back to tests and exams again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*ramble ramble ramble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I don't wanna get a heart attack! Will I black out for another time today?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1520075762828656052?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1520075762828656052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1520075762828656052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1520075762828656052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1520075762828656052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-nervous.html' title='Freaking nervous!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8407103930404201670</id><published>2009-06-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:38:54.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to read&lt;a href="http://www.reachingfornirvana.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jia Xin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog and touched to see my piece of work there! Haha =X I drew this using black marker in the library when I had nothing to do. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of art is called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The art of NATURE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I priced it at $500!! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Anyhow only, lol!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 423px;" src="http://reachingfornirvana.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/image616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's meaning in this piece of art, ya know! You will be able to spot swans, flowers, faces, dog, grass, etc in it. Notice a face at the bottom left? Does it look like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr . Bean&lt;/span&gt;? :P There's a mole there, too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you if you admire my art!!&lt;br /&gt;*flying kisses everywhere*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this pic from her blog,too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in a box!~and erm, acting cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 460px;" src="http://reachingfornirvana.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc01861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the picture! =D~&lt;br /&gt;Its a pity that I won't get to see Jia Xin anymore in school. I miss her cutting the cardboard boxes and laughing with me at *ahem*. Working with her and the other new friends (Jamaica and Hui Min) reduce the boredom and exhaustion from work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,take care, okay! Good luck in your studies, future top engineer! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8407103930404201670?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8407103930404201670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8407103930404201670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8407103930404201670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8407103930404201670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-to-read-jia-xins-blog-and-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-852345390602544120</id><published>2009-06-26T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:26:34.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot</title><content type='html'>Did a shoot on a beautiful Sunday and just gotten the pictures from our photographer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't freaking see it if you dislike gore stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; always say I look like a ghost in my photos. (Haha) I shall show you how "ghostly" I can be, then. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.catherinesoh.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/400x400/10/DSC-6586.JPG?et=AOV%2Cxl4bqlzsgXcWr8MOGw&amp;amp;nmid=258733381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.catherinesoh.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/400x400/11/DSC-6651.JPG?et=yWEJ5JiLsWGUALFfRVTaDg&amp;amp;nmid=258733381%22" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.catherinesoh.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/400x400/12/DSC-6657.JPG?et=yOkgVpoUqeMAXd8Esnve%2Cw&amp;amp;nmid=258733381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 386px;" src="http://images.catherinesoh.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/400x400/1/DSC-6539.JPG?et=%2CEZ3jX3ZC5ehOVyIKJEWCw&amp;amp;nmid=258733381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, look kinda like a "China Vampire" here =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.catherinesoh.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/400x400/8/DSC-6550.JPG?et=miCPRerig0gyQWKEhIN3Ig&amp;amp;nmid=258733381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo with our talented MUA, photographer and models. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.catherinesoh.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/400x400/14/DSC-6679.JPG?et=%2BE8REzIoM%2C6RpAZwYVxopg&amp;amp;nmid=258733381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hey, who says a ghost can't be a "Fashionista"?! (Realized that this sunglasses guy behind me was peeping at me through his shades in this picture. What is he lookin' at ?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.catherinesoh.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/400x400/15/DSC-6682.JPG?et=WxupzjRYDY%2BuoXYX2z5wFA&amp;amp;nmid=258733381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a fun shoot that morning (with all that laughing, etc.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shida and Hariz&lt;/span&gt; (the two models) are such playful fellows. I didn't expect them to scare the passerbys during our photo-taking! There was this girl who just screamed when both of them suddenly made an "attack" on her.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we aroused concern and worries from the public, though. There were people who reported us to the staff there, thinking that someone was probably injured with all that bloody stuff on our face and body. (We were washing away the makeup in the toilet then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a woman came in (probably the cleaner), and asked (in a concern tone) if anything had happened.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Er, no... We were just washing off the makeup.&lt;/span&gt;" I answered sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh! Washing off makeup!&lt;/span&gt;" she said, and returned outside, repeating the same thing to the concerned passerbys who stood outside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the misunderstanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, looking forward to the fashion shoot!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; (Coffee boy, you better don't drop your coffee maker when shooting me ah! Lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P/S: Just came back from the acting audition today. =_= The place was so far, can?! Thanks to dad and Pei Wen for leading and accompanying me there. I don't pin high hopes that I will be able to get casted for it though! There was an experienced talent who came for the audition, too.  (I forgot professionalism and brought the script with me when the camera's rolling. I practically read off from the script, can!! AAH! Minus point! But I was told that I could read off from it! Silly me! Why did I bring it in even when I had memorised it =.= *#(&amp;amp;(#*&amp;amp;$!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Just heard the SHOCKING news about the passing of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael Jackson &lt;/span&gt;(Mega Superstar). Sheesh, life is really unpredictable! He could be busy practicing for his upcoming planned concert this very minute, and gone the next.&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not his fan or anything, but I still feel a sense of loss that a life is gone. Just. Like. That. Rest In Peace, Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-852345390602544120?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/852345390602544120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=852345390602544120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/852345390602544120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/852345390602544120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/shoot.html' title='Shoot'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6020753397755915826</id><published>2009-06-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:35:24.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Library</title><content type='html'>Lai la~ I am finally publishing this entry (Jia Xin has threatened me not to visit my blog again if I do not update!! Hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are, the compilation of the pictures I took while working at the school new library :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Look at this!&lt;/span&gt; I saw this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAINTING&lt;/span&gt; beside the ladies' toilet and took it!... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, just joking. Its actually a scenery view near the new school library, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hilltop Library&lt;/span&gt;". Its totally so village-like, right?!?! Haha. Love it~ Love it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDquY9CpOI/AAAAAAAAAww/gQq0yZ0sVa8/s1600-h/Image611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDquY9CpOI/AAAAAAAAAww/gQq0yZ0sVa8/s320/Image611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534440009508066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our library... (Looking empty' then, but it won't be anymore!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDraSs--FI/AAAAAAAAAw4/0JZM1FAAZcE/s1600-h/Image612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDraSs--FI/AAAAAAAAAw4/0JZM1FAAZcE/s320/Image612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350535194245789778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "comfortable" chairs for the students. (They don't actually look as comfy as they seem! When I attempted to sit on them the other time, I felt a hard pressure against my poor buttock. And Miss Ai Ling explained that its because she doesn't want students to get&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; TOO comfortable&lt;/span&gt; till they fall asleep on the chairs, which is quite a common sight in our school lib. =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDsn8LF59I/AAAAAAAAAxA/dleVGNrjVM0/s1600-h/Image613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDsn8LF59I/AAAAAAAAAxA/dleVGNrjVM0/s320/Image613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350536528227854290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;soon-to-be-occupied&lt;/span&gt;" empty area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDtaU_2H3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/_VEG-Zx-6K4/s1600-h/Image614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDtaU_2H3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/_VEG-Zx-6K4/s320/Image614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350537393885028210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our lovely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss Jia Xin&lt;/span&gt;, whom I managed to only take &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/2 &lt;/span&gt;of her full body. Wasted.&lt;br /&gt;(I know she will kill me for uploading her picture here... but who cares? =p &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tee-hee-hee!!!&lt;/span&gt;) I won't let her remain anonymous in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDtvV6_8RI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZlYFOHcTR_8/s1600-h/Image615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDtvV6_8RI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ZlYFOHcTR_8/s320/Image615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350537754910388498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo of my new-found food love -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Curry-flavor cornflakes?&lt;/span&gt; (Ahh, okay, I don't actually know what it's called... but its damn nice, can?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost finished the whole container of it. (It was actually brought by a library staff and I gobbled them up when she was not around. :D It was soooo irresistible that I just kept on munching and popping them into my mouth.) I will look for them @ Mustafa!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDuSij6JhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/DiKqOkeA7ig/s1600-h/Image618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDuSij6JhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/DiKqOkeA7ig/s320/Image618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350538359598622226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random photo of Jia Xin's hand unwrapping the plastic cover for the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDvVRo9LFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/BHQ0LPFEwLI/s1600-h/Image624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDvVRo9LFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/BHQ0LPFEwLI/s320/Image624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539506107624530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of working, I discovered an empty box that seemed so APPEALING... and welcoming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... so hollow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDv4dsiWWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Mol740J0xEw/s1600-h/Image632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDv4dsiWWI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Mol740J0xEw/s320/Image632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350540110639290722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES~ I gladly placed my feet into it and squatted down! :D (Just like what I'd do when I was a little kid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, lah. I act cute, cannot meh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDvmA26KMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/uFGMoaUwnvE/s1600-h/Image634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDvmA26KMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/uFGMoaUwnvE/s320/Image634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350539793660520642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG~ This looks splendid in photos. A library with a mini- ecogarden in the centre. Cool, right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDwi3tdIxI/AAAAAAAAAx4/00TbawszDsA/s1600-h/Image636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDwi3tdIxI/AAAAAAAAAx4/00TbawszDsA/s320/Image636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350540839176971026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the "soon-to-be-filled-up" empty shelves. Maybe I can compile a before/after pictures in future. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDxcO9TpII/AAAAAAAAAyA/bPbRQMYC0Ho/s1600-h/Image643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDxcO9TpII/AAAAAAAAAyA/bPbRQMYC0Ho/s320/Image643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350541824670016642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a "red carpet" at one of the sides of the library, and proudly "cat-walked" on it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamaica  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(my new crazy friend =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"This carpet so small, I let you walk, lah. If I walk, I shall walk a much bigger one!"&lt;/span&gt; =_=! GRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDx0BTwSRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Gn4DszfkRbs/s1600-h/Image656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDx0BTwSRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Gn4DszfkRbs/s320/Image656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542233322932498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to the previous library, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BizIT&lt;/span&gt;. I heard that they are going to "hack" the floor tiles tonight. *sobs* Honestly, I had only been there once when it was still operating. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONCE!!&lt;/span&gt; (x_x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDxtSA8ghI/AAAAAAAAAyI/pXlptvRH7Dg/s1600-h/Image654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDxtSA8ghI/AAAAAAAAAyI/pXlptvRH7Dg/s320/Image654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542117548360210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a nice time laughing today again. BUT I HAD A FREAKING HARD TIME SNEEZING with all those dust and chemical smell.&lt;br /&gt;Its a "Sneezing Zone" for me, and not forgetting... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess everyone was more afraid of my sneezes... because each time I sneezed, it sounded like an earthquake. =\&lt;br /&gt;One of the movers walked past and said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt;", and walked away =_= Even the security guard was mentioning the same thing to me when I sneezed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AHHH CHOOOOOOO~~~~~**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have not become retarded yet due to the chemical substances and dust I had sniffed into my lungs.. Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P/S: Got another audition this coming Friday! I can FINALLY speak MANDARIN when auditioning as its a Chinese film. And the role I got is not human =\  But nevertheless, wish me luck! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6020753397755915826?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6020753397755915826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6020753397755915826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6020753397755915826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6020753397755915826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-library.html' title='School Library'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SkDquY9CpOI/AAAAAAAAAww/gQq0yZ0sVa8/s72-c/Image611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-2484016914681593259</id><published>2009-06-22T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:23:07.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Won't be blogging so much these days due to MST. (Mid semester exam)&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school today and gave my lecturer a near heart-attack again. :D He mentioned about killing me. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;But I am still glad there's still good lecturers like him around. He will definitely be on my top list for the nomination award! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2484016914681593259?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2484016914681593259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2484016914681593259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2484016914681593259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2484016914681593259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/school_22.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-5758255587816557644</id><published>2009-06-20T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:55:09.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shrek Meeting - Zoo!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after months of not having seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;, we met up and had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZOO OUTING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I want to ride on the elephants and sit on the animals!&lt;/span&gt;" I told &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; before reaching. (I know it sounded kinda wrong, but I am no sadist nor animal abuser! I just wanted to sit on the animals that could be officially sat. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really excited about meeting Shrek for the trip. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I MISSED HER LIKE SIAO, CAN?!&lt;/span&gt; She gave me souvenirs from her China trip (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures below&lt;/span&gt;), and I love them very much! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you... SHREK!&lt;/span&gt; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the last time I had been to the zoo was about a decade ago! (I had only minimal recollection of the trip then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets allow the photos to do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo credits to my beloved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;. My camera's battery died on me even before I got to enter the zoo. Well, this is what happens when one doesn't bring extra batteries along. Boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The entrance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to complain! The entrance fees cost a bomb! $18 for adults?! You think ALL adults are rich? Duh. Never mind. I bet tourists won't find them expensive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo we took with a rhino statue before entering. It looks as though someone is taking the picture for us, right??! Actually, this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shrek's&lt;/span&gt; camera trick. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, laugh all you want at our funny caps. (The cap which I was wearing in the picture was given by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHREK&lt;/span&gt;! Nice right?! I just love the poms poms that are dangling by the sides.) We had discussed earlier that we wanted to do something crazy for once. And we wore winter caps and tour around! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(A shop assistant saw my cap and broke into a half-smile cum laughter. What's so funny huh?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Snaky.. snaky.. My buddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this! This is my beloved &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek.&lt;/span&gt; She bought this shoes in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;China.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I'm joking. This was actually a pair of metallic shoes situated inside a "small hut" that indicates the size of kangaroos' feets. Anyone who passes by is able to insert their feet into the two large holes! I had a good laugh when&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Shrek&lt;/span&gt; stuck her feet inside the holes and suddenly out again, giving a worried look. She asked:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; "Later inside got worms how ah?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. She's scaring herself! But eventually, there were no worms. =P I was making a joke and telling her *maybe* there is a hidden sleeping snake inside, and it will attack when our feet touches it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop laughing at my cap, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my attempt at acting cute:&lt;br /&gt;Read the sign:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ENTER AND PREPARE TO BE CRATED".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the scenery! Its breathtaking, isn't it! Both&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shrek&lt;/span&gt; and I were pondering whether to get on a ride or not since we were there.  But every single thing requires payment in the zoo! Even animal, tram or boat rides... Grrr... Too bad we were on a budget. No luck in riding the boats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I told Shrek: " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy people do crazy stuff&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;And this picture explains that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to our caps as we jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random monkey that passed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monkey is damn cute, can?! It even played and made faces at a male Caucasian tourist while he was attempting to take a photo of it. Well, speaking of friendly monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am afraid of heights... and I had trouble climbing down the stairs! (I practically sat on the stairs one by one in order to get down. =_= No choice, I can't seem to overcome the phobia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice background. But please kindly ignore my #)(*$)#$ expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show-off orang utan: (When it realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; and I were looking at him, he swing on the rope using only one limb. =_=")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polar bear aquarium: (It was said that polar bears have black skins!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no tram rides for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACTING "SEXY"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek said I look like "one of them": (Grrr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXPENSIVE ZOO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/IMG_1576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still a lot of photos taken, but I have yet to get them from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;. All of these provided photos are taken from her blog. If you wanna view more, go to: &lt;a href="http://www.siying.blogspot.com39/"&gt;www.siying39.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;, you will have to pay me for advertising fees =D) But of course, I recommend you guys not to visit her blog because it contains an unglam video of me dancing to the monkeys. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;YIKES!&lt;/span&gt; I looked totally monkey-ish, can?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most relaxing stuff was having the chance to eat @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben and Jerry's.&lt;/span&gt; Not only that, we went to purchase a gigantic size iced lemon tea and shared them! :D&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (一人一半, 感情不散!) &lt;/span&gt;(Dang, I just realized we forgot to snap pictures of our drinks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here comes a photo of what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Shrek &lt;/span&gt;has given me: (Sorry for the blurry photo.  I took this during midnight.)&lt;br /&gt;It looks totally adorable because its a dangling accessory! =D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; told me its a bowl of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomyam&lt;/span&gt;, my favorite. *cheeky grin* I love stuff like this. Thank you so much, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHREK&lt;/span&gt;! And don't you dare say I never miss you ah! In fact,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =X Now, can you feel the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GOOSEBUMPS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really miss those times when I disturbed you during lesson hours. Do find a suitable time to have lunch together in school yeah! (But I will mostly be at Foodcourt 3 now as its the nearest to my classrooms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SjywjCuykWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/FtB50OjNt3k/s1600-h/Image646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SjywjCuykWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/FtB50OjNt3k/s320/Image646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349344573484339554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this entry with loves... Let's go out again! :D Ice-skating, and my Teo Heng Karaoke! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Next shall be my library entry! Gaahhh... all my entries are going to be so outdated! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Xin&lt;/span&gt;, wait for my entry! =P Hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-5758255587816557644?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5758255587816557644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=5758255587816557644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5758255587816557644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5758255587816557644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/shrek-meeting-zoo.html' title='The Shrek Meeting - Zoo!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i289/mav619/SY%20Blog/th_IMG_1491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-5469516365599666869</id><published>2009-06-16T08:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:21:34.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates:</title><content type='html'>Shall update 2 entries which I have pictures of at one go! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Jarod and Jia Ling's (The double "Js"! LOL) Pre-Wedding shoot at Botanic Gardens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They totally look like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;happy couple&lt;/span&gt; living in bliss everyday, lah! (Jia Ling was especially beautiful today after C.T made her up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/e4c5d930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A candid one I took while they were fiddling around, waiting for their friend photographers to shoot them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/05bc222a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this shot! (But why did the DSLR camera come into the picture? AARGH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 473px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/14c3fb84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy couple busy posing for the shots: (Sorry, Jarod.. for my poor photo-taking skills. So poor that I got your head chopped off in this pic =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 297px; height: 223px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/d28488c9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarod helped me to take photos of the beautiful bride and I, but I can't post it up because he took pictures of his bride with her eyes closed, and my ugly face! :P (Believe me, your wifey will kill you if I upload the pics up. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a fun morning! I look forward to attending their actual wedding. Its always nice and heartwarming to see friends getting married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To Jarod and Jia Ling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Thank you very much for allowing us to "KAYPO" on the pre-wedding shoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Both of you have my best regards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;祝你们:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;幸福万岁，白头偕老。。。早生贵子 and lastly... ... 子孙满堂!&lt;/span&gt; =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Alright, gonna update about today - My library work stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the library is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;UNEXPECTING.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, its like a place where unexpected stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, got to know nice new friends such as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Xin and *Ahem*&lt;/span&gt; while working there (which is the best thing about it!)&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to call her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Ahem* &lt;/span&gt;because all the stuff she talks are super censored! =P~ We had a good time laughing at her "demonstrating" and telling us about her knowledge of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Papaya enhancement"&lt;/span&gt;. (We were not sure whether to laugh or cry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by looking at her actions are enough to make me laugh. She even described censored things in detail. (Totally not shameless about it! =P) If anyone would like to know her, she will be glad to give you free lessons (and maybe WORKSHOP/hands-on) on PAPAYA enhancement and how guys touch her buttock. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she left during lunch time, but leaving our minds polluted. (Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"cleaning and chatting session"&lt;/span&gt; for both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jia Xin&lt;/span&gt; and I afterward. Honestly, I seldom feel so happy working in the library! =p~ I am glad there's someone to chat with while keeping our minds off cleaning the dirty shelves, racks and tables.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (YUCKS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to have nightmares about cleaning all those stuff, especially with new discoveries of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; dead bugs, teeth-marked chewing gum, spider webs, thick coat of dust, sweet wrappers, tissues, chocolate-stained plastic bags&lt;/span&gt;.. etc.. all hidden in areas of the tables! Its so freaking disgusting, can?! (Especially we are the ones having to clean all of them!) Totally maid-like work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jia Xin &lt;/span&gt;was damn "lucky" today, too. One of the malay movers which the library hired to move to the new library (Yes, our school BizIT library is relocating!), asked for her number. The reason he gave was to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"make friends".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE... ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sincere at all! He asked his friend to help him ask somemore, while he stood outside and *prayed hard for her number*.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortuntely, she gave him his number and he really did call while we were on our way home. But he never did for a second time (I guess maybe its due to her telling him on the phone about having a boyfriend already, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, he must be feeling so disappointed! But its a good thing though. Don't worry, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Xin&lt;/span&gt;! =) Just try to keep a distance away from him when you work. I don't think he has the "face" to see or talk to you, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me post up some pictures of the new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hilltop &lt;/span&gt;library! (supposingly the BIZIT library.) Hehe, honored to be the first few to tour the new place!&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Poly students are going to have a good life, man! (But its a pity that I won't be going there often as my main job location is at another library.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still undergoing major construction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 343px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/34cfa5cc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the "picture of the day".. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIRD NEST!&lt;/span&gt; (Notice the 2 eggs inside the nest? So cute can??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 333px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/ec22b382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me zoom it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/15878e4f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing?! We spotted it while on our back from the new library tour. And&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; *Ahem*&lt;/span&gt; was talking about eating bird eggs with blood inside. =_=&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been a fun "chatting" day altogether! (even though its all hard labor work!) :-) Shall see you guys on Thursday again! (hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-5469516365599666869?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5469516365599666869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=5469516365599666869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5469516365599666869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5469516365599666869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='Updates:'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-3642498651533973156</id><published>2009-06-16T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T03:51:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many stuff to update:</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I left my blog hanging dead for a few days. (It doesn't matter anyway since my entries are getting boring as day goes by.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, coming right up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Entries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Jarod and Jia Ling's Pre-wedding shoot pictures.&lt;/span&gt; (Coffee boy! I will upload the pics soon by tonight!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Zoo event with MY SHREK! (Finally! I must write a good entry on this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Library work and stuff!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;(Hehe, someone reading this will know what I'll be blogging about. =P Right....  "Jenny"?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3642498651533973156?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3642498651533973156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3642498651533973156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3642498651533973156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3642498651533973156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-stuff-to-update.html' title='So many stuff to update:'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1018646183710432059</id><published>2009-06-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:15:11.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about jumping into a fierce fire today (but not sure if I came out alive.) And when I woke up, the first word that came to my mind was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "I hate the Japanese."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to anyone out there, but this was what that came naturally to me after I woke up. And I felt an immense sense of hatred and anger. (which was gone when I woke up entirely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... what does that signify?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1018646183710432059?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1018646183710432059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1018646183710432059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1018646183710432059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1018646183710432059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-3032500982096846933</id><published>2009-06-12T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:30:01.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demoralized... ...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes... somehow, I just feel very empty, blank, sad and demoralized. Thoughts of keeping a private blog to store all my thoughts often cross my mind as I do not want to "dampen" the mood of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I am starting to hate everything, especially my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mummy, I don't want to live anymore."&lt;/span&gt; That was what I told my mother this afternoon, and almost broke down.&lt;br /&gt;Often, people will say that life is precious, and we are to treasure it. But will anyone want to be ME? Is my life even precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several cases when it was proven that I am the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAUSE&lt;/span&gt; of a lot of things. In other words, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JINX &lt;/span&gt;people. I don't want to believe that myself... I really don't. But can you deny facts? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(I always tried to console myself and it works. But this time, it doesn't anymore.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone seem to be leading a normal life while I don't? Why am I always "coincidentally" the cause of things? Why am I always the slowest and stupidest amongst my peers?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(Note: I don't say these because of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; WHAT I THINK&lt;/span&gt;. I said them in regards to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROOF&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people accomplish tasks that I can't (even though I tried hard)? Why do people have at least a talent or something that they are good at- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always turn out to be the "weirdest" and "most unimportant" of all? A friend had told me not to take it personally when &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;something I minded happened,&lt;/span&gt; but can I not?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always the weakest link? I cannot even sustain anything, be it knowledge, luck or even happiness. No wonder I am often the loser of everything. I can give my word that any competitor is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ELATED&lt;/span&gt; to have me as an opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have spat the truth out, will anyone still want to be my friend? I am really not what you guys think I am. So you think I am that happy-go-lucky girl with that "heck-care" attitude, who always laugh my troubles away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I am. Sometimes, what you see on the cover may not be what you expect on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Who can understand my feelings and pathetic life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the world be a better place without me? Well, wait... ... I don't think the world even recognizes my existence anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will probably send some of my friends worrying by publishing this entry, but I really need to voice out my overwhelming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REAL, INNER &lt;/span&gt;emotions. I do understand that everyone goes through ups and downs in daily life, but what I am going through is complicated. So complicated that I do not even know how to put them in proper words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a guy friend of mine and has ever confessed your feelings for me before, I am glad I rejected all of you. Forget about it, I can never have a relationship or marriage. Happiness in my life is really short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry and grateful to some of my friends whom really appreciate my existence. (You know who you are! Thanks so much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING HAS HAPPENED&lt;/span&gt; that caused me to write this entry. Maybe I am possessed by a devil who enjoys watching me like this.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to engage in more social activities to prevent myself from thinking too much. I am absolutely feeling useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What I need in life is really simple. Why can't I just have them, like everyone around me does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3032500982096846933?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3032500982096846933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3032500982096846933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3032500982096846933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3032500982096846933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/demoralized.html' title='Demoralized... ...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6657938352921647803</id><published>2009-06-11T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:29:23.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY SHREK IS FINALLY BACK FROM CHINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY YAY~ MEET UP SOON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FINALLY... AFTER SO LONG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;SHREK YOU LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my blogshop is officially launched (after some revamping, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO VISIT: &lt;a href="http://www.the-hairstylist.blogspot.com"&gt;www.the-hairstylist.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selling all kinds of wigs/hair extensions and beauty products. ALL IMPORTED. :)&lt;/span&gt; Friends will get a generous discount! :) Send in your orders now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6657938352921647803?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6657938352921647803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6657938352921647803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6657938352921647803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6657938352921647803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shrek-is-finally-back-from-china.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-7457871757714626350</id><published>2009-06-10T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:43:26.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Blogshop in the process of revamping. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-7457871757714626350?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7457871757714626350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=7457871757714626350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7457871757714626350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/7457871757714626350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-9212046461486933985</id><published>2009-06-08T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T04:10:39.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"When humans rule the population, vampires are the weirdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But when vampires rule the population, humans are the weirdos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I stumbled upon a few interesting videos online yesterday, which caught my attention immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its none other than the topic on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Reincarnation"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever heard of this late famous celebrity, known as "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marilyn_monroe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (She died on August 5, 1962)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii64/tijones8468/Marilyn%20Monroe/Marilyn-Monroe-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway... what intrigued me was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the REINCARNATION OF MARILYN MONROE&lt;/span&gt;.I know, it sounds like something that is so out-of-the-world, but after watching several videos and doing research on it, it kinda creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl, known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sherrie Lea Laird&lt;/span&gt;, was alleged or believed to be the reincarnation of the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Left: The real Marilyn Monroe. Right: Sherrie Lea Laird.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.johnadams.net/images/fd/Monroe-Quad-Captions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said that people who reincarnated have similar physical features as their past lives. (Even personalities, too.)&lt;br /&gt;Upon closer observation, I do think that Sherrie indeed does look like Marilyn in some ways. I had seen some of her interview videos, and the resemblance is uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there are many people who do not believe in such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.johnadams.net/cases/samples/Monroe-Laird/img/MM-Sherrie-SmileSM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was even a book written by Sherrie herself about the reincarnation, titled &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The return of Marilyn Monroe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested to know more about the reincarnation thingy, just search her up in Youtube. You will be able to get many results about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.johnadams.net/cases/samples/Monroe-Laird/index.html"&gt;http://www.johnadams.net/cases/samples/Monroe-Laird/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more in-depth details:&lt;a href="http://www2.manfredgregor.de/punbb/viewtopic.php?id=2410"&gt; http://www2.manfredgregor.de/punbb/viewtopic.php?id=2410&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this world is full of mysteries...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-9212046461486933985?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9212046461486933985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=9212046461486933985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/9212046461486933985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/9212046461486933985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-humans-rule-population-vampires.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii64/tijones8468/Marilyn%20Monroe/th_Marilyn-Monroe-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-8790785039909240521</id><published>2009-06-07T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:25:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kang Xi :)</title><content type='html'>I brought mum to the Asian Civilisation Museum yesterday to visit the special exhibition, which is "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Kangxi Emperor: Treasures from the Forbidden City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1apH5x1QiE/Sbuo9XVEgSI/AAAAAAAACNM/Al0qjAWnO3w/s400/P3140088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, FINALLY~ I had been planning this visit since ages ago when I first saw the advertisement in the MRT trains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is a portrait of the ever famous Kangxi emperor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.acm.org.sg/resize_image.aspx?FilePath=/whatsup_image/393_image2_Kangxi_Emperor_Portrait_small.jpg&amp;amp;width=341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so fascinasting there, and I felt like I had traveled back in time! It's a pity that we weren't allowed to take pictures. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was definitely a feast for my eyes. I managed to witness a hand-written scroll written by the emperor himself, and some of his belongings that he had once worn and used before!&lt;br /&gt;His robe was the most majestic-looking of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weird sensation for me when viewing all the historical artifacts. I guess the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Kangxi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;emperor himself did not expect that his belongings will be displayed for future peeps like us to see.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that all the artifacts are still in their tip top conditions. I mean, those are priceless treasures! :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that there will be more exhibitions like this! I love viewing artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/S: And oh ya, I forgot to post up this link in my blog days ago ( I hope its not too late!),  &lt;a href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=13803&amp;amp;&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;type="&gt;http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=13803&amp;amp;&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;type=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its my article regarding the "Wild Card Round" in the "Y!Bloggist" competition! Remember to support by clicking and rating the page! :D Thanks loadssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8790785039909240521?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8790785039909240521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8790785039909240521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8790785039909240521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8790785039909240521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/kang-xi.html' title='Kang Xi :)'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_f1apH5x1QiE/Sbuo9XVEgSI/AAAAAAAACNM/Al0qjAWnO3w/s72-c/P3140088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-6924945978157601629</id><published>2009-06-06T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:21:43.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.. Update!</title><content type='html'>In reply to you guys who had wanted to know who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; XIAOBAO&lt;/span&gt; is, here he is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He seldom takes pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SipykIV1M6I/AAAAAAAAAwc/s5SzivxBBuI/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SipykIV1M6I/AAAAAAAAAwc/s5SzivxBBuI/s320/Image089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344209872868422562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you naughty, naughty, little Xiaobao! Next time, please don't commit suicide again, okay? What if some big, bad guy come and pick you up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway... ... enough of him. I am going to update about something that happened to me a few days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever experienced those china scammers who would call you on your phone and tell you that you had won a prize, or whatsoever?&lt;br /&gt;Normally, they will start off with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;seemingly&lt;/span&gt; harmless survey, and get your particulars. Afterwhich, they will call you back (it can be weeks, or months), and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-voila!-&lt;/span&gt; inform you that you had won their big prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please! As if I am so GULLIBLE that I will fall into their big, fat trap!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; AND AS IF THE NEWSPAPERS HAVEN'T REPORTED ABOUT THESE SCAMS OFTEN ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what happened was that I got a 3rd call from them again. (But thanks to my caller ID, I knew it was them.)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cheeky, I decided to play punk and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PICK UP THEIR CALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: "Hello, this is a coffin shop. How may I help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;China guy: "Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: "THIS IS A COFFIN SHOP. HOW MAY I HELP YOU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;China guy: "Hello...Is this Ms. Huang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: "No, you must have dialed the wrong number. This is the COFFIN SHOP."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;China guy: "... ...Coffin shop huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: "Yes, this is a coffin shop. And do you want to buy coffins? We are having a promotion now, buy one get one free!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;China guy: *suddenly began chanting words which I couldn't understand.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: *hung up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SHIT YOU&lt;/span&gt; for intending to scam me. Don't you scammers ever read the news? Using back the same ol' tactics repeatedly aren't getting you guys anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Well, those youngsters "telemarketeers" ought to quit their scamming job and get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;READ ONLY IF YOU ARE BORED:&lt;/span&gt; (I wrote them for my future reference. :D I want to start recording my fun dreams every now and then!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;P/S: I had 2 cool dreams yesterday night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of a woman who had pressurized me into sucking her blood through a gaping wound. As if I am going to suck it! Who knows whether the blood is contanimated or not. But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; IF ONLY&lt;/span&gt; I knew it was a dream, I would gladly suck the life out of her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd:&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I had became a "floating" ghost who roamed the streets with another 2 "mates".&lt;br /&gt;We could actually walk, but landing our feet on the ground requires a good deal of effort. Everything felt like outerspace!&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that we entered a kopitiam, and beside it was a large and dark shop which specialises in "catching ghosts". It was most threatening.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous, I told one of my mates... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;AND HE ACTUALLY THOUHT NOTHING OF IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a creepy woman stepped out from the shop and walked over to us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She must had sensed something amiss&lt;/span&gt;, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep my feet on the ground to "act human". As she talked, her legs hit one of mine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, you have a feet. That means you must be a human, then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave an awkward laugh and answered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Of course I have feet and I am human, lah. If not I am ghost meh?!"&lt;/span&gt; (Okay, a white lie.)&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I couldn't keep my feet on the ground further and screamed to my mates, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LETS RUN!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And well, we were caught eventually. Not only that, we were sent to the grand master. They used bullets to shoot us, and I really felt pain in my chest when I was hit! (But I didn't die, of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6924945978157601629?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6924945978157601629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6924945978157601629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6924945978157601629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6924945978157601629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-update.html' title='Update.. Update!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SipykIV1M6I/AAAAAAAAAwc/s5SzivxBBuI/s72-c/Image089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-2541173960889851357</id><published>2009-06-03T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:06:42.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Xiaobao... *tears*</title><content type='html'>Mummy told me that my beloved &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiaobao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fell from our 3rd storey building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NOOO, don't commit suicide, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I am glad that he didn't die. (He can't die anyway.) Mum said that she realized that he was missing when she was just going to "bring" him into our house after hanging him outside the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling weird, she looked down on the ground floor from our building, and saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiaobao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lying flat down on the floor. Its a face-down fall somemore!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; *sounds of glass shattering. Its my heart!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a fortunate thing that nobody walked pass and took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xiaobao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; away! If not, I don't know how I am going to live my life without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reprimanded him when Mum brought him up the house and squeeze his chubby cheeks. :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I am feeling so exhausted! Believe it or not, I fell asleep within 1 second just now! It was Mathematics lesson and we were all given a sum to do. I WANTED TO DO IT, but after writing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one number-ONLY ONE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the paper, I nodded off!&lt;br /&gt;Then, I woke up again, and started on writing the second number... and Yes, I fell asleep after that again! And that repeated for several times until lesson ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario: (Example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sum: 2+2=4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my pen, and started writing the first number "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*slept*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*woke up*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wrote second number "+2"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*slept*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*woke up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wrote "="&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*slept*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, I only completed 1% of the question when it should be done ages ago if I weren't so exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRR......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2541173960889851357?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2541173960889851357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2541173960889851357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2541173960889851357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2541173960889851357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-xiaobao-tears.html' title='My Xiaobao... *tears*'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-5157652919479966480</id><published>2009-06-02T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:04:02.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Boring entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently sitting alone and blogging in the school library. =\ Sometimes, its nice to be alone in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had my lab test today, and I have one uncle to thank! If not for him, my marks will be beyond imagination.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad there are still kind humans existing in this world!&lt;br /&gt;Catherine is grateful! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One test down, and one more to go tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;(But more to come after vacation!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to fly now -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on a dried branch of leaves -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 458px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="366" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88801025854_589220854_2341870_3042365_n.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;P/S: My nephew was successfully chosen for casting by a model agency, but its a real pity that he is unable to attend due to the work schedule of his parents! AAH!! Opportunities don't really come often, but I do understand it's not the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-5157652919479966480?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5157652919479966480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=5157652919479966480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5157652919479966480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5157652919479966480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6358982534151757299</id><published>2009-06-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:53:58.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching movieee.. sobs sobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Channel 8 &lt;/span&gt;broadcasted this movie (which was from quite some time ago) yesterday, and I have to say that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it! (I did not even realize that a tear drop was on my cheek when the movie ended!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, check this HK movie out,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "9 girls and one ghost".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vod111.com/Movie_Pic/200810165/20081016525207114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Edison Chen&lt;/span&gt; was the one and only "ghost" in this movie, and I have to say that he indeed portrayed the character well. (Although I disliked him!)&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think he looked&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; VERY&lt;/span&gt; charming as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt; in the show. =X (Gosh, I can't believe I said that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I first watched it, I was still debating whether this charming guy was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yu Wen Le&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edison Chen&lt;/span&gt;.) They indeed look quite alike in certain angles! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Not 100%!! Just in some ways!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 239px;" src="http://www.biantu.com/d/2007-12/2007120906224422965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shawn Vs. Edison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://pic.y321.com/picnew/pic/cgxixz/2007213183209_41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, back to the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was TOUCHING, CAN??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the last part when Edison had to leave the mortal world, and the female lead (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposedly a "human"&lt;/span&gt;) was crying herself to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the moment of truth. The female lead couldn't hold it back any longer and screamed to him "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I like you!! I LOVE you!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the guy had no reaction to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, turning around to leave for the last time, he suddenly stopped and took a glance at her again.&lt;br /&gt;He asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you still remember what was the first thing you'd said at the place where we both first met each other?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a second of "rewinded" flashback as the screen showed the girl hugging a majestic-looking car. And the first thing she had said was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;" (At that time, Edison was inside the car, but she couldn't see him as he was "invisible".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you...&lt;/span&gt;" Edison said, repeating back the words that she had once spat unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~AAHH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to act the character of the female lead, I think I will cry faaaarrrr worse than her! =p~&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what I called a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "Good movie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6358982534151757299?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6358982534151757299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6358982534151757299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6358982534151757299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6358982534151757299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/06/touching-movieee-sobs-sobs.html' title='Touching movieee.. sobs sobs'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8256689495942897356</id><published>2009-05-31T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:17:46.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than it meets the eye.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I look at objects from the olden days, or listen to oldies, I will feel a weird clinging sensation. (Its as though bits and pieces of "something" is trying to show up in my brain, but failed to.)&lt;br /&gt;Even a certain aroma/scent is able to jerk up that kind of feeling. Have you experienced it before?&lt;br /&gt;That's why sometimes friends may not enjoy going on museum visits with me, as I will spend a long time observing a particular artifact. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I planned on visiting the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian Civilization Museum&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14/06/09&lt;/span&gt;! Some artifacts from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/span&gt; are there, including &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emperor Kang Xi's&lt;/span&gt; handwritten poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAHHHH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museums are great! =D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I went to watch "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;" today with Ben, and he finally allowed me to treat him! =) Thanks. It is really a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;SPLENDID&lt;/span&gt; movie, with fascinating visualization effects that will have you glued to the chairs! I love all the characters inside the movie, as they are mostly historical figures. Its amazing how those supposedly plastic/wax/non-living mannequins are able to turn alive when night time strikes. I would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loveeee&lt;/span&gt; to visit museums like this! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn202/scott_beaver7/Night_at_the_Museum_2.jpg?t=1243782897" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few comedic scenes which had most of the audiences laughing! Now, I am determined to borrow "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Night at the Museum 1&lt;/span&gt;" from my school library.(Since he told me its nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next movie to watch: BLOOD- THE LAST VAMPIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I want to watch it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE ITS A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; VAMPIRE&lt;/span&gt; MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 248px;" src="http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss245/mcmachasyin09/jeon-ji-hyun-blood-last-vampire-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8256689495942897356?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8256689495942897356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8256689495942897356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8256689495942897356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8256689495942897356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-than-it-meets-eye.html' title='More than it meets the eye.'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8283921384386531564</id><published>2009-05-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:50:31.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad</title><content type='html'>Met up with &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; this morning to get him to teach me some stuff for the lab test this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your valuable time, and the textbooks you had lent me for studies.&lt;br /&gt;I had told him that I wanted to treat him for a meal in return for his kindness, but little did I expect that it was the other way round instead. (Grrr...! He refused to let me pay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uncomfortable for oweing him so much! I will take my revenge soon! Wahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a big &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; again for always troubling you with school stuff! I am such a noob in this area! =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and, I saw Jolin Tsai's autograph session held at Jurong Point today! I did not went ahead to join the crowd as I am not a fan of her. :P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of blogging. I have got to mug for my quizzes and tests now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Anyone wanna book karaoke appointments with me after my exams?! I want to sing till I siao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8283921384386531564?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8283921384386531564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8283921384386531564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8283921384386531564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8283921384386531564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/glad.html' title='Glad'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8682195772537333717</id><published>2009-05-29T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:43:22.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapibaras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am officially in love with... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KAPIBARAS! (Or Capybaras)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have probably seen them before &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;somewhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;especially at arcades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, why in the world &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; I oblivious to such cute stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want them, I want them, I WANT THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.wizzywig.com/xcart/files/t_46885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like totally adorable can?!?! Moreover, they come in different design(s), sizes and even colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 364px;" src="http://i.ebayimg.com/06/%21BRhdkB%21%21Wk%7E$%28KGrHgoH-D0EjlLlt1SHBJ-dZ5tWD%21%7E%7E_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted a few selling on Ebay, but its so expensive! (But they are mostly found in arcade game machines, hence the price.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one out of the many I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.ebayimg.com/20/%21BRVR0dw%212k%7E$%28KGrHgoH-CUEjlLlvzuyBJ9e%28Vtnsg%7E%7E_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cartoon version!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.themespot.net/images/themes/psp/ptf/Kapibara-san%20Onsen%20500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.1999.co.jp/itbig07/10076641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am swooning with all that overwhelming cuteness! My gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Halloween version&lt;/span&gt;! (Pumpkin as the buttock!) =P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.ebayimg.com/13/%21BRQIEZQ%21mk%7E$%28KGrHgoH-E%21EjlLl0T+JBJ9ID7ltdw%7E%7E_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Catherine, I am going to buy you one if you pass your exams! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8682195772537333717?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8682195772537333717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8682195772537333717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8682195772537333717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8682195772537333717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/kapibaras.html' title='Kapibaras!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2102632566882259740</id><published>2009-05-28T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:50:50.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild-card-round'/><title type='text'>Wild Card Round- Choose me because... ...</title><content type='html'>Okay, here comes a SUPER aggressive post from &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in regards to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OMY's Y Bloggist &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wild Card round&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Disclaimer: A "thick-skin" entry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The ultimate reasons of why you should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*TOTALLY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; choose me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii94/fangism/Onions/onion-dp07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes! CHOOSE ME because... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First of all, I'm a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; frequent&lt;/span&gt; blogger cum addict! (and a responsible one too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;, I... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; happy/angry/sad&lt;/span&gt;, I...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too much free time to spare&lt;/span&gt;, I... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I always try my best to keep this blog updated despite my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; schedule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x109/tam-tam69/47.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I always try to keep my entries as entertaining as possible (&lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, although some may be exceptionally boring.&lt;/s&gt;) , providing an easy and fun read for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i599.photobucket.com/albums/tt71/aRe_enD_bEE/Emoticon/onion_pictures_gallery_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As this is a blogging competition that caters to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; YOUNGSTERS&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt; am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;FIT&lt;/span&gt; enough to squeeze my butt back into the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 5&lt;/span&gt;, can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg20/keat0228/Onions%20Emoticon/onion_club_manga_emoticon_large_035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know I am probably too thick-skinned for words &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*snorts*&lt;/span&gt;, but I think I ought to be given another chance to prove myself that I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; ultimate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y!Bloggist&lt;/span&gt; you are seeking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 223px; height: 298px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/1344e8c3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Since &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has to get into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wild Card round"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;, I shall be that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"SOMEONE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whom gladly fills this position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh237/exdragonk/Emoticon/OnionCN_A_146.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, regardless of whether I win or not, I am still regarded as a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y Bloggist&lt;/span&gt;" because... ... there is simply no denial that I indeed am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk244/Zero2408/Avatar/cute_msn_onions_14.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2102632566882259740?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2102632566882259740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2102632566882259740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2102632566882259740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2102632566882259740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/wild-card-round-choose-me-because.html' title='Wild Card Round- Choose me because... ...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii94/fangism/Onions/th_onion-dp07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-5853448102341085794</id><published>2009-05-27T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:28:16.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell Disaster</title><content type='html'>Sheesh, luck seems to be deteriorating whenever I get to drama class. As we were given the opportunity to pick any scenes randomly from the bits and pieces of papers, I got a scene which got me stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its not a difficult scene, but it has got a difficult ending. And worse of all, we have to come out with impromptu lines without any script(s) or proper preparations.&lt;br /&gt;I blabbered some rubbish that didn't seem to make any sense at all (Ha-ha), and there was this line I came out with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Note: Language: All HEAVY singlish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: I tell you, my team sure win one. I bet $100!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partner: Then I bet $200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ok, then me $500!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partner: (*probably sensing that this will come to no end*) Wah, your father so rich ah. What he do one ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: My father? He is the BOSS of SP (Singapore Poly) ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=" And I got laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, its fun to be acting in an argument scene, because I am just basically acting myself! Wahaha :D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And horror of horrors! I think my singlish keeps "improving" everyday (which is a bad thing!). I actually think I can't speak proper english anymore. Yeah yeah, believe it or not... I can't actually understand ang moh english if they have "heavy" accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get an ang moh to chat with me, and I will probably cause him/her to have a heart attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-5853448102341085794?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5853448102341085794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=5853448102341085794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5853448102341085794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5853448102341085794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/spell-disaster.html' title='Spell Disaster'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-671281335618239683</id><published>2009-05-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:15:27.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, the MST is just around the corner! *shrieks*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And yeah, that means little time for leisure, more time for studies. But I am sIo freakin' procrastinating, and I hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I amaze myself. I can feel so frantic over exams, and yet I can still laze around like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, kick that procrastination habit, Catherine. You are going nowhere with that damn habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna share a song which I fell in love with recently. (You may have probably heard it before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap yeaps! Its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nobody" by Wondergirls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One talented youtuber had actually translated the whole song into english and sang it wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BabUXKHJ5Og&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah, the tune is just sooo catchy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*nobody, nobody but you... woohoooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-671281335618239683?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/671281335618239683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=671281335618239683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/671281335618239683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/671281335618239683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6636682884626420913</id><published>2009-05-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:09:01.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting mails</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, I LOVE reading interesting/creative e-mails! (But not spam mails, please!)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna share some interesting ones here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a talented guy who can basically produce&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; ART &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;USING SOLELY CAR DIRT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its very OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.dirtycarart.com/gallery/images/001_MLSN_peak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This impresses me the most. I was stunned when I first saw this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.dirtycarart.com/gallery/images/015FIN_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.dirtycarart.com/gallery/images/012_Kinky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very "Japanese feel" fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.dirtycarart.com/gallery/images/024_geisha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Isn't it a waste that all these breath-taking "art pieces" are drawn using nothing but car dirt? I mean, they aren't permanent after all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the man behind all these fascinating works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirtycarat.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dirtycarart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, humans do stuff that are just so out-of-the-world! I am amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here to blog a bit about my personal life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an unexpected Maths quiz yesterday, and I was totally unprepared for it! Fortunately, the lecturer was kind enough to "close one eye" and let us do whatever we want! (That includes book referrals and asking friends, etc)&lt;br /&gt;It was a close shave for me when my result showed me a borderline pass. Yes! I am already contented with that, especially after having my brain "collected dust" for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I have to go through a compulsory module - which is something ALMOST, if not, TOTALLY, similar to what I had been doing for the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Design&lt;/span&gt; for ya. You can imagine my face when I sat for the lessons, especially with the words "Design", "Design", "Design" constantly throwing into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is design?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"What makes a good design?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, we still have to get into groups and do ethnography research on users' experiences, and then come out with 3 final ideas to present to the lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gahhh...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6636682884626420913?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6636682884626420913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6636682884626420913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6636682884626420913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6636682884626420913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-mails.html' title='Interesting mails'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-967741660066421532</id><published>2009-05-20T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:46:10.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human brains</title><content type='html'>Random bla-bla posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just don't get the idea of why YOU humans are born with the intelligence that I do not possess.&lt;br /&gt;What is it in the humans' brains exactly?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong urge to crack humans' brains now (especially intelligent ones) and take a peek inside to see what they are really made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me when some people's brains can click within seconds, while rare ones (Yeah, like me) click only one month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10 teachers who are willing to take up the challenge in teaching me ended up having a near-heart attack. (And I am not kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain ah, brain. When can you really get down to work? Come on, start your engines! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*vroom vroom*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a brain system upgrade. Just a Pentium of Centrino will do. :D I am currently using a Pentium II system, and its super laggy! Trust me, it always hangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM GOING TO SEND IT FOR SERVICING SOON! Just you wait, HUMANS!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-967741660066421532?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/967741660066421532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=967741660066421532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/967741660066421532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/967741660066421532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/human-brains.html' title='Human brains'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-3910824687109395543</id><published>2009-05-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:34:07.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallpaper!</title><content type='html'>My current wallpaper:&lt;br /&gt;Designed it myself using some fantastic brushes I found online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2924318458242632790"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ShLNDHX76aI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ISwGghuR2KM/s320/campbell+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337553961790204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I fell in love with vintage stuff lately! :D I just loooveee the whole "feel" of it. Its gives me a weird but good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here to blog about the outing with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt; and I last Sunday :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our very first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pepper Lunch.&lt;/span&gt; I had always heard and seen people talk about it, but had not personally tried it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ShLOOiIdjyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/CqAiWVsSQXo/s1600-h/Image571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ShLOOiIdjyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/CqAiWVsSQXo/s320/Image571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337555257463246626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the Unagi set at a promotional price using the coupons.&lt;br /&gt;Well... although the food and everything is nice, but I can't help but complain that the portion of rice they provided was small! It was as if I could finish the rice within a few mouthfuls.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, they were stingy on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unagi&lt;/span&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;Its not true to the pictures at all! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXPENSIVE.&lt;/span&gt; (Judging on the small portion of rice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, found one self-camwhore picture from my phone, with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gera-magic-room.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gera's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wonderful makeup job! :D (The hair was styled by her, too) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=2924318458242632790"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ShLQKABldeI/AAAAAAAAAwM/6t4dHLbICME/s320/Image567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337557378611377634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lovee this below pic of us together! Took it while we were broadcasting our "show" on blogtv.com.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; SHE LOOKED SO MOTHERLY IN THE PICTURE RIGHT?!!&lt;/span&gt; Haha.. I bet she will kill me if she hears this!! :o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ShLQs8Vtb5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/tPRcvxGjBS8/s1600-h/Image562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ShLQs8Vtb5I/AAAAAAAAAwU/tPRcvxGjBS8/s320/Image562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337557978917466002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P/S: I will be getting free MIO TV soon! 15 unlimited movies per month. Can watch till siao ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3910824687109395543?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3910824687109395543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3910824687109395543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3910824687109395543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3910824687109395543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/wallpaper.html' title='Wallpaper!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ShLNDHX76aI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ISwGghuR2KM/s72-c/campbell+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-130606725595595065</id><published>2009-05-16T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:11:55.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 406px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88792255854_589220854_2341652_3079386_n.jpg%22" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUPER FUN&lt;/span&gt; day over at &lt;a href="http://www.gera-magicroom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gera's&lt;/a&gt; place this afternoon. She was the hairstylist, makeup artist and the photographer for the day! :D&lt;br /&gt;She never fails to amaze me, man.&lt;br /&gt;We even went to to blogtv.com to broadcast our own "show". =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some photos for sharing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(EDITING CREDITS GOES TO GERA, TOO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 368px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88804360854_589220854_2341894_8346954_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "jellyfish head":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88802470854_589220854_2341880_6655558_n.jpg%22" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two-some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 290px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88792280854_589220854_2341656_2716822_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We think we look alike in some angles :D&lt;/span&gt; My new-found sister. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 347px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88792250854_589220854_2341651_3432061_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 462px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88792260854_589220854_2341653_3771479_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs003.snc1/4151_88802505854_589220854_2341885_3618841_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unglam squatting position of me : =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sg77NSKEx6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/jO1XTFaIzDk/s1600-h/DSCN0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sg77NSKEx6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/jO1XTFaIzDk/s320/DSCN0841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336478814111582114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will release the link of our video soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Gera for the fun day! Love ya~~~&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shag YOU!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to engage her wonderful services? Log on to: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gera-magicroom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.the-magicroom.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ! (Eh, I help you advertise on my blog leh!)&lt;br /&gt;= = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday's update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 beloved "daughters" came over to my house yesterday to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time... laughing! It has been quite some time since I last laughed like that. My ah ding was the cutest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introducing... AH DING!!! :D&lt;/span&gt; (I wonder if she will smack me for posting her picture here. =X) Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and available yo!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcavQ2ciGNU/Sg1u5Z2g1YI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ugMiVayWo_s/s320/Image096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you man! Come over again for new wigs okay!! It was really fun!! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-130606725595595065?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/130606725595595065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=130606725595595065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/130606725595595065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/130606725595595065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-days.html' title='Fun days!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sg77NSKEx6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/jO1XTFaIzDk/s72-c/DSCN0841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-2097385464196961773</id><published>2009-05-14T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:53:06.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just random thoughts: Ironical</title><content type='html'>Have you ever think that life can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt; sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such example would be living with the thing you dislike  (or "used to dislike") and liking it eventually?&lt;br /&gt;Or the things you dislike will come to you on a natural basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I experienced stuff like that on numerous occasions though. But well, life can indeed be unpredictable as you will never know what will be in store for you the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was younger, I disliked being involved in plays and acting stuff. I was not very cooperative when it came to expressing myself publicly.&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know that it became one of my main interests in later part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, I disliked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;engineering&lt;/span&gt;. All those &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;electronic and digital stuff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*trembles*&lt;/span&gt; scares me 24/7 . When I was recommended one of the engineering courses back during my O level days by a local institution, my first reaction was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "No way. No way am I going to get into engineering!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, little did I know that I will really get myself into an engineering course a few years later.  (But it is still not my interest as I got in due to the limitations of courses available.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, its something beyond what I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"unexpected".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, I am worried that I will marry a husband whom I have absolute hatred for. =p)&lt;br /&gt;I will just take extra caution of all the things I hate in the present as I will never know if it will become part of my life/main interest(s) in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, welcome to a roller-coaster life!&lt;/span&gt; =D~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2097385464196961773?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2097385464196961773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2097385464196961773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2097385464196961773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2097385464196961773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-random-thoughts-ironical.html' title='Just random thoughts: Ironical'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-612530724585647989</id><published>2009-05-13T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:43:31.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Design</title><content type='html'>Everyone has to present the design of our products today, and I came up with something very common. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SgrywKegdwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ccQV7ogcR88/s1600-h/Alien+Ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SgrywKegdwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ccQV7ogcR88/s320/Alien+Ninja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335343617833727746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the lecturer that it is basically just an action figure (=_=) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; a stress-relieve rubbery toy for you to pull and vent your anger on. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should have designed better stuff than this. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to show something niceeeeeee! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I bought it at a sale last Saturday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SgrzwYYVeKI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YzuZCoQi10E/s1600-h/Image558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SgrzwYYVeKI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YzuZCoQi10E/s320/Image558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335344721077565602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORABLE right?! Haha, part of the reason I bought it was because my all-time favorite color is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with additional cutie features on the face, I can't hold back the resistance any longer and bought it immediately. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, it is really cheap after the discount! :D There's a green version of it too, and all were being snatched up. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note (again), I took this *secret* picture from my drama class today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sgr1FU2hLiI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZdL0kyld9LM/s1600-h/Image557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sgr1FU2hLiI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ZdL0kyld9LM/s320/Image557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335346180419300898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's drama lesson was considered fun yet challenging. We have to come up with super mini skits every week, and we were to practice on the emotion of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt; in today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer certainly wasn't called OUR lecturer for nothing. I was taken aback by her demonstrations as she taught us tips on how to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; during the acting process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? When she taught us on how to throw objects on the ground to "vent our anger", she actually threw a huge desk on the ground and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT BROKE INTO 2 PIECES! Yes, a massive impact indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was impressed by the class as everyone acted so well. There were a lot of scary pushings, quarrels, bangings, falling down, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I "slapped" a guy whom I partnered with (I was supposed to act as his girlfriend), and "pushed" him onto the ground till he banged onto the door. (But well, of course, I did not really hurt him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we screwed up the slapping part as we did not really rehearse before getting onto the "stage". It became hilarious when our coordinations were all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my left hand to slap him, and his face was supposed to turn in the direction which I'd supposedly "slapped" him. But he turned to the right side when I "slapped" him on the left! Everyone saw that and laughed at the poor coordination. =_= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, its still a fun process! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-612530724585647989?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/612530724585647989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=612530724585647989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/612530724585647989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/612530724585647989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/design.html' title='Design'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SgrywKegdwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ccQV7ogcR88/s72-c/Alien+Ninja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-4927115719067049902</id><published>2009-05-11T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:01:02.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muwahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4977bfba0b0aee0e/4a06c7add3f3cbdc/4977bfba1bd6161d/9dcc53/widget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently now inside my school library @ work.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Brrr.. Its freezing cold!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right arm is bleeding (but not so much now) after I accidentally banged it hard on the self-checking system machine just now. Speaking of unlucky, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was feeling quite delighted when a group of students approached me and one of them asked if I am sure I am a student of SP.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, I nodded and they said I look like a secondary school student! (*Bwahaha) It has been quite some time since I last heard comments like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, on a random note, this is my 2nd week of school and I can't really say I am surviving well. Doubting my ability, I asked one of my lecturers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: What if I fail this (subject)? Do I need to repeat again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lecturer: *Eyes opening wide* Fail?! You still dare to say fail? No, you can't fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: ... ... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(I only asked "What if" ma... Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lecturer: Don't tell me later you say you don't like then want to quit again huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: No la,no la.  I will finish the 3 years and get the diploma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sheepish look&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I had already faced failure in another course and I know I cannot afford to have history repeat itself again. Honestly, my life isn't getting better except that I don't have to do some stuff which I have absolute hatred for in my ex-course.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be back like the secondary school days, when I would spend my time doing Maths. (my close classmates in my secondary school will know what I mean. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Except now that the Maths seems so difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I don't really fancy engineering in the past, but I have got to learn to accept it into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND AM I GLAD THAT THERE IS NO NEED FOR ME TO SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON PROJECTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in exchange for that, I have to mug for tests and exams. T_T Well, I guess there is no free lunch in this world after all. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-4927115719067049902?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4927115719067049902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=4927115719067049902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/4927115719067049902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/4927115719067049902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/muwahaha.html' title='Muwahaha'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1280356061478815481</id><published>2009-05-10T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:42:38.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4977bfba0b0aee0e/4a06c7add3f3cbdc/4977bfba1bd6161d/9dcc53/widget.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monsters vs Aliens! Gosh, their 3D movie is coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; to all mothers!&lt;br /&gt;Today was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pizza Hut Delivery&lt;/span&gt; day for my family during this special occasion. =D~ Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, here to update something which pissed me off yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Z.H as I wanted him to teach me on Java programming, and we had a hard time searching for a power socket for our laptops.&lt;br /&gt;As it was a public holiday (Vesak Day) yesterday, the library was not open. But imagine our excitement and glee when Z.H found a power socket just outside the closed library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to use it for hours until a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tough and gruffy-looking &lt;/span&gt;malay security guard confronted me, and started shooting warnings such as misuse of government's property.&lt;br /&gt;He even mentioned about the risk of me being charged, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of the power socket's existence when we can't even use it? Furthermore, its in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;public view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why aren't there any notices or signage indicating that we, the public, can't use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it belongs to the government, we have the right to use it too! Imagine how much our parents contribute to the taxes, and now we can't even use just 10% of the electricity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Z.H and I were so pissed that our names and institutions were taken down, and I greatly regretted writing down my names! I should have stood by my rights and shoot him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the security guard has nothing better to do or probably just mere jealous that he was not able to enjoy the day off just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are the security guard? What will our names earn you? Or do you earn by commission through writing down names? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One name= $5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so ridiculous! Go and issue warning letter to my school or whatsoever then. I shan't be bothered because I don't think there's anything wrong with the usage of sockets, not unless &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THERE'S AN INDICATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your own fault for not notifying the public, and we are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-N-N-O-C-E-N-T&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1280356061478815481?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1280356061478815481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1280356061478815481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1280356061478815481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1280356061478815481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2419693098807619135</id><published>2009-05-05T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:09:31.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study hard, play hard</title><content type='html'>I just read the newspaper today regarding a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; 20-year-old girl &lt;/span&gt;who suffered major hair loss due to stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so afraid that I will have that kind of condition soon! (Just thinking of all the things I have to study makes me shudder at the thought of hair loss. T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind having a little stress, but please, oh my beloved&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HAIR&lt;/span&gt;, do not drop okay! *sends flying kisses to my hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to put in an extra mile of effort for my studies now. My dad told me that I will become a bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be snickering and thinking I am crazy to give up a course that requires no tests, exams or books, and yet go for a course that contain all those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a price to pay for such "no-exams privilege"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to those who are still studying in the design course, but I really think that sometimes being over-hardworking in it makes people a bit "insane". Having sleepless nights and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost everywhere you go + everything you do&lt;/span&gt; will link your thinking and senses to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DESIGN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with all the observations? (Observing how people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EAT, WALK, USING A CERTAIN PRODUCT, ETC&lt;/span&gt;) Its not as if I am saying there's something wrong with that, but doing all these stuff on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;long-term basis &lt;/span&gt;will make people paranoid. (Okay, maybe its just me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the design-ness in the design that makes the design a design?"&lt;br /&gt;"A design is to design a design to produce a design".&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT IS THE PEN-NESS IN A PEN THAT MAKES A PEN A PEN?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the only thing I will badly miss is all my friends and ex-classmates. Its not easy to come that far... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catherine, you are back to square one again. Buck up or lose out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2419693098807619135?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2419693098807619135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2419693098807619135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2419693098807619135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2419693098807619135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-hard-play-hard.html' title='Study hard, play hard'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1725741713013067483</id><published>2009-05-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:47:58.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>So what is my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;first day of school&lt;/span&gt;" like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EMBARRASSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't mean that kind of "embarrassing" you have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seated quietly during Java class, the teacher came and squatted beside me, guiding me through some of the stuff I had missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a dust particle or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHATSOVER &lt;/span&gt;landed right at the bottom of my throat, providing super irritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to resist from coughing (as the teacher was just beside me), I thought I could at least made it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold it any longer! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The throat is super ITCHY AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Face turned a bright tomato red with tears welling up in eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher: *laugh and patted me on my back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wa lao! My first day and I choked on a dust particle in front of my new teacher?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la, ya la. Laugh all you want. I know its funny. =_=" (If I was watching myself, I bet I would laugh too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the first day is considered tedious as I realized there are a lot of catching ups to do.  I need to go and study all those calculations, Java language and logic gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Java teacher seems nice! She gave me a short personal briefing of the basics, and even got the class to clap as a welcome of me into their class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And And AND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nuts about the course, and one of the teachers already said she is now in the midst of setting the test papers for us! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more surprising is the timetable I was given today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted one familiar name (who is supposed to be my lecturer) on the timetable, and went to search it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALAMAK! Look at the FATE! THIS LECTURER WAS ONCE MY LECTURER IN MY EX-DESIGN COURSE AH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1725741713013067483?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1725741713013067483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1725741713013067483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1725741713013067483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1725741713013067483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2254828437786171050</id><published>2009-05-03T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:49:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agitated</title><content type='html'>Stop associating swine fever with pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr344/Ms_Talks_Alot/untitled-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; to do with those cute little pigs! I hate it when people have the misconception that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;swine fever=pigs/pork&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how much loss the butchers had suffered just because of the misconception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel so agitated, but it just gets on my nerves everytime when people link them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PIGS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH SWINE FEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2254828437786171050?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2254828437786171050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2254828437786171050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2254828437786171050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2254828437786171050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/agitated.html' title='Agitated'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2461732440495244690</id><published>2009-05-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:11:13.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;人哋話“同人不同命”。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;呢個說話其實講得好啱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I came down with a major flu, fever and sore throat yesterday morning, and had to cancel all my meetings with my friends. Sincere apologies about that!&lt;br /&gt;I know its unfortunate to fall sick with these "swine fever" symptoms, especially when humans are at risk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school will be conducting checkups as we were told to bring along our thermometers on Tuesday. I just hope my fever will not act up again for fear that I will be sent under supervision should they find out I have the symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, I just hope its not swine fever I am getting. I just ate medicine and tested my temperature, and the fever's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am cursed in the Year 2009 for ill health, as I keep getting sick almost every week. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you freaking believe that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P/S: Wanted to update about yesterday's outing with a human, but he did not want me to blog about it. Haha. Nevertheless, hope that you had enjoyed yourself and don't be so *disgusting* anymore, ok! =P Thank you very much for the froggy too. Its now seated in my room and shaking its head off. =) Appreciate it lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2461732440495244690?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2461732440495244690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2461732440495244690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2461732440495244690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2461732440495244690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-came-down-with-major-flu-fever-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8458584792038484338</id><published>2009-04-30T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:58:35.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of birdcage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I AM NO LONGER A DESIGN STUDENT WITH EFFECT FROM 30/04/2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in the School of Engineering, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Diploma in Information Communication Technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sp.edu.sg/SPweb/SP/common/images/eee/eeelogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cut down on my social life and study hard for this diploma as its my given last chance! I am so glad that they accepted my appeal!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you once again to my beloved sis, (if you are reading this), and the management of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;School of EEE&lt;/span&gt; for accepting me into the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my previous classmates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all of you! Even though I may not been seen loitering around the corridors of the Design block anymore, but I will still be within the school compound! Meet up soon if the schedule fits! (I was given the timetable already, and it was packed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by the manager that the life for me will be very different from design school already. He even wanted to know if its really the decision I am going to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;", and that I am willing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to Shrek. I left before you come back from China. But, I hope you won't forget me! I really felt like a locked-up bird in a cage in the design course, and I hope this is the freedom I am seeking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is happy for me, and I know I must not disappoint my family members anymore. Even though I had wasted 2 years in a course that I could not even graduate out of, it made me think a lot. I know product design is not for me, and I shouldn't waste more time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward with a tinge of fear for the new lease of life. Goodbye, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DXPD.&lt;/span&gt; (At least, the school of design director is nice.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8458584792038484338?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8458584792038484338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8458584792038484338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8458584792038484338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8458584792038484338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-birdcage.html' title='Out of birdcage'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-3617077995143173330</id><published>2009-04-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:14:33.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star trek'/><title type='text'>Star Trek Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SflMnwI4eFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/AfsfNYlrgGk/s1600-h/Image545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SflMnwI4eFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/AfsfNYlrgGk/s320/Image545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330375879790458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got selected by &lt;a href="http://omy.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to attend the special premiere of the latest&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;movie yesterday night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at their "tickets"!&lt;/span&gt; (How I wish I could keep them as momento, but they collected it before entrance =/) Anyway, we were still given free cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; badges for keepsake! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity that I am not able to take any photo(s) as we were told not to bring any digital camera(s) or handphone(s) for safety reasons. (Their security was really tight for the premiere!) They were even walking to and fro to check on the audiences during the screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, both my dad and I (I brought him along as we were given a pair of tickets) were fascinated by the high-technology computer graphic effects used in the movie. If you love sci-fi movies, you will definitely love this! Yes, be amazed. Very amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go! Go and watch this sneak peek here: (Remember to mute my blog audio before loading this video!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiHeviygXw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiHeviygXw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shiok boh?! I know you can't wait to watch this! Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, I marveled at the large extent of realism injected in the movie. Its like, you know things like these are non-existent, and yet you are watching them as though they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;. Even the characters are wonderfully portrayed and made me feel as though I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; the show with them with all the action and excitement. (How I wish it were a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3D movie&lt;/span&gt;"! I am sure it will be one of the most stunning movies ever. Gosh!) Just look at the spaceships (Are they called spaceships?) and the scenery. Its astonishing, and unbelievably real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I think that one of the male leads is cute *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;*. He is quite a "comedic" character in the show, and had a lot of hilarious lines that made the audience roar with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o300/reiko7176/intro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Ahh, yes, the "normal-looking" one on the right, of course! =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I find that some of the characters look &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. (I mean, with their hairstyles, eyebrows and ears.) But well, this is understandable as its something about outer space and they are not humans anyway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;*And one of the most unforgettable scenes was the intimate kissing scene in the lift. A long, dramatic kiss.. Wooo...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think its a great movie produced, and its something that will have you seated glued to the chair as you witness all the heroic acts and disasters happening right before your eyes. Film fans are going to love this film and that means&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Star Trek Lives Long and Prospers&lt;/span&gt;!  (The line that was used in the movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 436px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o282/mystersinister/star_trek_poster05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, catch them in cinemas near you soon! Welcome aboard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3617077995143173330?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3617077995143173330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3617077995143173330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3617077995143173330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3617077995143173330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/star-trek-preview.html' title='Star Trek Preview'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SflMnwI4eFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/AfsfNYlrgGk/s72-c/Image545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-8461972739473044785</id><published>2009-04-28T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:38:39.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Omg, just did a quiz in Facebook regarding my true age. And I found out my inner self is actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;41-50&lt;/span&gt; years old!&lt;br /&gt;And here is the description I was given:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"You feel wise. Your knowledge and experience is the most valuable thing that you  believe you can give to others. You feel you have accomplished more than enough  in your life, and now your are soaking it all up. Everything is in perspective  for you, and your perception of life is complex. Share your experience with  others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way, no way! It's not accurate (because apparently, I do not want to admit that I am old!) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hee hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Just submitted my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;second appeal&lt;/span&gt; for the transfer of my course this morning, with thanks to my sister. I just hope I won't get rejected for the second time again! I must promise myself and my family members that I will strive hard for the next course I am enrolled to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes, Catherine, there is no time to waste now. Stop procrastinating and get serious in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ahh, how I wish I can be a little kid again. At least, I do not have to worry about studies and financial stuff.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8461972739473044785?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8461972739473044785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8461972739473044785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8461972739473044785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8461972739473044785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-114174148642297030</id><published>2009-04-27T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:13:56.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfXTPNnYqhI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8-TocwXLD9k/s1600-h/scrabble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfXTPNnYqhI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8-TocwXLD9k/s320/scrabble.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329397992369203730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I print-screened the above shot when I was playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scrabble&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gera&lt;/span&gt; in facebook. It was my first time playing online, and it was hard! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am feeling better about the stuff that happened yesterday. My pitiful right eye is still swollen (but it's not from the crying! There is a pus growing near the lid!) And I still had to bring along a pair of sunglasses to school. =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky can I get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the results for the top 10 finalists of OMY's Y Bloggist will be known on 30th April 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Here's my entry: (Rate, rate, rate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=12963&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;type="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=12963&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;type=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to vote for me as many times as you can HERE! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Click on the familiar "Mr Bean" logo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://contest.omy.sg/ybloggistpopstar/vote.html"&gt;http://contest.omy.sg/ybloggistpopstar/vote.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of me, Onion head says thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x264/satwsa/Onion%20Head/-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-114174148642297030?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/114174148642297030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=114174148642297030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/114174148642297030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/114174148642297030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrabble.html' title='Scrabble'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfXTPNnYqhI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8-TocwXLD9k/s72-c/scrabble.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-208078339837695690</id><published>2009-04-26T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:05:20.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen eyes</title><content type='html'>Had a hectic day today which left me crying for 5 hours. (My eyes are now swollen.)&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate much on it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its really difficult to stay optimistic when obstacles are encountered. Being a human isn't as easy as I had thought after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when I led a happy-go-lucky life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you, my sis, for trying to help. I understand everything is for my own good, and you are going through all those trouble just to ensure I lead a better life in future.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are times when I was overwhelmed with pessimism, but I still managed to hold on. I must kick all those suicidal thoughts away from my mind because I don't want my parents to waste their efforts in raising me. (Sometimes, I think I badly need a counselor. And the counselor is no one but me and myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the lowest peak of my life now... but I shall hold on... I shall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-208078339837695690?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/208078339837695690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=208078339837695690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/208078339837695690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/208078339837695690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/swollen-eyes.html' title='Swollen eyes'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-9189179040735852748</id><published>2009-04-25T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:51:34.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfMg8jNJkVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/q9aub5AFGZg/s1600-h/Image542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfMg8jNJkVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/q9aub5AFGZg/s320/Image542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328639008724062546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, the weather in Singapore is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SUPER UBER&lt;/span&gt; hot right now. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sweating&lt;/span&gt; profusely. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND THE ABOVE PICTURE IS KILLING ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken in school on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hotshot Cafe's&lt;/span&gt; official grand opening day, and I was given a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUY-1-GET-1-FREE&lt;/span&gt;" coupon by one of the library staff! And Cherlyn happen to be that lucky girl whom I gave the free drink to. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so worth it, lah! I bought two cups at the price of 1. Thanks to the library staff who had given me this valuable coupon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw this picture in the newspaper a few days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfMiAzOHyOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bMaAW2kNDws/s1600-h/Image543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfMiAzOHyOI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bMaAW2kNDws/s320/Image543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328640181254211810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, its the 20 finalist photo that we had taken on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shokudo&lt;/span&gt; day! It brought a smile to my face =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I finally got the chance to webcam with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SHREK&lt;/span&gt; today. It's my first time using SKYPE. (But I do not have a webcam yet, so she was unable to see me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfMi6sSua0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/0bQj2s6qV44/s1600-h/siying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfMi6sSua0I/AAAAAAAAAu4/0bQj2s6qV44/s320/siying.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328641175826885442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I print-screened it. SEE HER FACE?! HAHA. Take care in China ah! SHREK YOU. I think the connection was not very good and I was unable to hear her clearly. But nevertheless, its still better than nothing! =P &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I MISS U, SHREK! COME BAAACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-9189179040735852748?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9189179040735852748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=9189179040735852748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/9189179040735852748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/9189179040735852748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-weather.html' title='Hot weather'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SfMg8jNJkVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/q9aub5AFGZg/s72-c/Image542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-5744223278330985682</id><published>2009-04-24T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:56:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infuriating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why am I always facing such injustice, whenever it comes to school and stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel disappointed and angry when I was classified as being "late" today for school, and not even allowed to participate in my group's presentation. (I was supposed to present a project today for a class with another group member.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how much does the lecturer know about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F-A-C-T-S&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I HAVE MY REASONS FOR BEING LATE. YES. MY FREAKING REASONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he have any idea how terrible the state I was in when I woke up today? I woke up with a sudden dizziness in my head, and I couldn't even maintain my balance when I walked!&lt;br /&gt;(I am not exaggerating, I felt myself "tumble" to one side when I stood up, and my head was spinning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really terrible, I closed my eyes shut and covered them with both my hands, plonking back onto the bed. My dad, who witnessed that, had asked if it was okay if I skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;", as there was a presentation today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I PRACTICALLY DRAGGED MYSELF TO GO SCHOOL DESPITE THE CONDITION I WAS IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was worried and insisted on accompanying me to school for fear that I would faint anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I checked my watch upon reaching the train station, I was near to being late. Then, I felt terrible and went to the nearest toilet to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VOMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vomited my hearts out in the toilet while the clock ticked away. I took a glance at my watch. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was very late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the toilet and my dad was waiting for me outside. He even wanted to send me to my school block for assurance of my safety. (Initially, he thought I had fainted inside the toilet as I took quite some time to come out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I FINALLY managed to make it to class, other students were midway through their presentations.&lt;br /&gt;My group was the last one to go, and after awaiting for what seemed to be forever, I heard both our names being called.&lt;br /&gt;As we stood up, the lecturer then added, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Only Cherlyn can present."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in my tracks. I hoped I could protest, but I did not want to create a scene. Sadly, I returned back to my seat and watched while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cherlyn&lt;/span&gt; presented the slides- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the lecturer: Do you know how&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; OFFENDED&lt;/span&gt; I actually was when my reasons were not even bothered to be heard just because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ASSUME&lt;/span&gt; I was late just for the SAKE of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone's reasons for being late are just "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I overslept.&lt;/span&gt;", or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was stuck in a traffic jam,&lt;/span&gt;" and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM SURE THERE ARE ALWAYS EXCEPTIONS TO EVERY TYPICAL SITUATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't freaking believe me, please kindly check my past records.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I HAVE STUDIED FOR TWO WHOLE FREAKING YEARS INSIDE THE POLYTECHNIC, AND HAVE I EVER BEEN LATE BEFORE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was penalized because I was sick? I think the sick one is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what could I do now that everything's over? Even if I told him the truth, what's the use? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ARE WE ABLE TO CRY OVER SPLIT MILK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had already stated his seriousness in students being late. If I am not wrong, I remembered him saying that even being stuck in a traffic jam isn't a valid enough excuse to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AT LEAST, HEAR THE STUDENT OUT. KNOW THE REASON OF WHY HE/SHE IS LATE BEFORE JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS THAT "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;OH, THIS STUDENT IS LATE BECAUSE HE/SHE IS!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all the lecturers in my course have a problem with them or something? I am sure they themselves have been students before, and can't they understand the feelings of being one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of a similar incident back to the days when I was working at a *Japanese* company. (I do not wish to name it, although its obvious enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke into a major quarrel with the agency that introduced me the job in public, just at the backdoor of the company. The reason of the quarrel? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was maligned for my lateness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was worse, not even a single explanation did they even bother to listen despite attempts trying to explain. They did not even give a damn if you get into accidents/stomachache or ANY impromptu reasons.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BEING LATE&lt;/span&gt; is just&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was wayyyyy beyond the term "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unreasonable&lt;/span&gt;" to me. Feeling a sense of injustice, I decided to make matters big by reporting them to the media through videoing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I WAS CAUGHT RED-HANDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when everything began. I was even threatened to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sued&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I did not wish to get into details (I believe most of my friends know the story by now as the matter was quite blown up.)&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the agent did apologize (although in a very general way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a chance if you think you deserve an apology. I know my rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the "heck-care" lecturer who seemed to understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; about people's anguish, I shan't care.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted us students to hand in our work by 8.am, and 8.01 am will be deem as late work,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM FINE WITH IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted us students NOT to be late, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM FINE WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT I AM DEFINITELY&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NOT FINE&lt;/span&gt; WITH BEING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPLETELY IGNORED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;JUST BECAUSE YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ASSUME&lt;/span&gt; MY REASONS FOR BEING LATE ARE JUST ANOTHER TYPICAL ONES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no ABSOLUTE idea the anguish I was feeling. Try getting sick yourself to the extent of not even able to stand up while rushing for an important meeting! If I had known earlier, I would have rested at home instead of making sacrifices to rush to school.&lt;br /&gt;I even paid Cherlyn half the price for her taxi fare because she rushed to school in a cab as she was almost late, too. I offered to share the fee because I know I have a place in the group. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND NOW, WHAT DID I GET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF I fail ever fail this project and am given a "0" grade for it, THAT'S IT.&lt;/span&gt; I will gladly leave the course with a bad impression of poly lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-5744223278330985682?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5744223278330985682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=5744223278330985682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5744223278330985682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5744223278330985682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/infuriating.html' title='Infuriating'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1706917039901919434</id><published>2009-04-22T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:30:12.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, food... FOOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boxes of mini cakes! Lelong! Only one for $0.20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WiAHqKgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/M0emIx2G6h0/s1600-h/Image522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WiAHqKgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/M0emIx2G6h0/s320/Image522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327501657606072834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WcVNIXvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Cvr8T_FTUlU/s1600-h/Image524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WcVNIXvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Cvr8T_FTUlU/s320/Image524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327501560186953458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WT_4ennI/AAAAAAAAAuI/U4BUGrKI8Xg/s1600-h/Image520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WT_4ennI/AAAAAAAAAuI/U4BUGrKI8Xg/s320/Image520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327501417024233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WMO_YwXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/3jQp-Fo1_BI/s1600-h/Image519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WMO_YwXI/AAAAAAAAAuA/3jQp-Fo1_BI/s320/Image519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327501283640787314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8V4J9Zu8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/R1u4c7RUVd8/s1600-h/Image518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8V4J9Zu8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/R1u4c7RUVd8/s320/Image518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327500938692901826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao. I was just joking. They are not going for $0.20! Actually, they were the cakes that were presented to us in class yesterday for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Food Design&lt;/span&gt; assignment.&lt;br /&gt;You must be salivating and drooling over the pictures, right? I ate them on a first-hand account, and almost found them hard to swallow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to whoever baked the cakes. Probably my appetite wasn't at its best yesterday. I almost puked once I placed the cakes into my mouth. To me, they are either&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SOUR&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITTER&lt;/span&gt;. I sense no sweetness in them at all. As for Cherlyn, she was enjoying them. =_="&lt;br /&gt;And I started to doubt my taste buds. I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;THEY LOOK REALLY DELICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? The designs on the cakes are really appealing. I like the purple one most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8Yhe6OKBI/AAAAAAAAAug/PXd7puNT_AU/s1600-h/Image529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8Yhe6OKBI/AAAAAAAAAug/PXd7puNT_AU/s320/Image529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327503847714596882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste for not having the appetite to eat them yesterday. Furthermore, they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, maybe not quite. Who knows if they will charge us extra in our school fees. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a good news to share!&lt;br /&gt;I received a call this evening from the film company which I had auditioned for two weeks ago, and was told that I was selected for the show!&lt;br /&gt;I was super elated. Hopefully the filming will be a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... and... I saw this video from &lt;a href="http://omy.sg/"&gt;OMY&lt;/a&gt; today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;articleID=13005&amp;amp;countview=viewed"&gt;《部落Y格斗》：享用美食　建立友情&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;--CLICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can catch glimpses of me in the video during the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shokudo&lt;/span&gt; event, and I think I look so unglam, leh!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEKS. &lt;/span&gt; (Like auntie like that.) But thanks anyway for the video upload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1706917039901919434?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1706917039901919434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1706917039901919434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1706917039901919434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1706917039901919434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-food-food.html' title='Food, food... FOOD.'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Se8WiAHqKgI/AAAAAAAAAuY/M0emIx2G6h0/s72-c/Image522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-753926701049870427</id><published>2009-04-21T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:20:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had just ended my ITP job, and I am working now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my own school library. &lt;/span&gt;HAHA. It has been so long since I had been a librarian. (Since primary school?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a coincidence that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi Yun&lt;/span&gt; spotted me while I was on duty today. Well, too bad that we could not chat much as she was rushing for her lessons. Nice meeting you anyway,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shi Yun! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is kind enough to drop me a visit or you happen to walk past the color zone in the library, remember to say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HI!&lt;/span&gt;" (that is, if I am on duty. HAHA. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of school was a so-so one. And I felt so outcasted because I am now with my juniors. I have some photographs to upload, but am having time constraint now. Tomorrow, okay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, its about food again. Because we had a food design assignment today, and I am more interested in taking pictures of the food than the lesson itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HRMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-753926701049870427?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/753926701049870427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=753926701049870427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/753926701049870427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/753926701049870427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/working.html' title='Working...!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8347043756631000189</id><published>2009-04-19T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:54:40.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shokudo Food Review'/><title type='text'>Shokudo Food Review!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Warning: Pictures of yummy-licious food and descriptions ahead. I am not responsible for any saliva drooping(s), nor grumbling stomach(s).)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Please kindly wait for the pictures to load due to the huge numbers being uploaded in this entry. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you get when you ask "Where can I eat the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AFFORDABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Japanese cuisines in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, YOU GET &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOKUDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Serf3iMVCbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8DXPAG69eXA/s1600-h/DSCN0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Serf3iMVCbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8DXPAG69eXA/s320/DSCN0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326315654483347890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to be given this opportunity to visit such fascinating "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese food heaven&lt;/span&gt;" (that's what I called it) with the other bloggers who got into the 20 finalists, organized by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://omy.sg/"&gt;OMY&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the management of &lt;a href="http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shokudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The atmosphere was lively as it was filled with laughter and chatters amongst the bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess describing everything in text is not enough to convince you. I shall bring on the juicy photographs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the beautiful traditional lanterns that were decorated outside the restaurant! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(This probably has nothing to do with the food, but I took this anyway because they are just so attractive and light up the exterior of the restaurant!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 260px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/8c4bd5fb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set-up and decoration was really fascinating. (Yes, the  Japanese wordings on the light spell "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOKUDO&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 260px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/4509fa6f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entrance, I was taken aback at the design and ambience of the whole restaurant. It really isn't themed as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Street of Japan&lt;/span&gt;" for nothing! I was instantly amazed. The spacious area was lined with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; stalls selling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; types of Japanese cuisines- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;definitely a place worth any Japanese food lover screaming in joy for.&lt;/span&gt; (I am a Japanese food lover myself and this got me all excited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even their counter is so well-designed. Professionalism indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/b97abf4d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/eceef247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Every minor detail is so "japanese-styled" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(EVEN THE WAY THE CHEFS AND STAFF WERE DRESSED)&lt;/span&gt;. To me, it is totally a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;little Japan&lt;/span&gt;" situated in Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/23274a93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/263935af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/d39164f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(There are loads more stalls, do check them out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the bloggers, including me, were so excited and anxious in capturing pictures with our handphones and cameras. (And I had already used up a large amount of memory space even before the food were served!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then led to a cozy space with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;reserved&lt;/span&gt; tables and got ourselves seated through groupings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/abdabe7c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, the moment you've been waiting for.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE FOOD!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh my goodness&lt;/span&gt;, uploading these pictures are killing me! I can't stop my mouth from watering. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*gulp a mouthful of saliva back down my throat*&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The 1st dish- A Japanese-Style omelette, known as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SAKURA EBI OMELETTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 439px; height: 326px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/3f40282a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be fooled by the simple egg exterior. This very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sakura Ebi Omelette&lt;/span&gt; is no ordinary omelette.&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; the tender soft egg layers are filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;baby shrimps&lt;/span&gt;, bread and other tasty ingredients that will leave you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; lusting&lt;/span&gt; for more after each bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inner view of the omelette: (Photo courtesy of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://donotfeed-dieting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yongwei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 350px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3452926304_871fd40ec1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? They are made up of different layers aside from the egg. The baby shrimps have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sweet distinct taste&lt;/span&gt; that will instantly hype up your senses. Unlike other shrimps that may be hard to chew on, theirs was actually soft! I just love the interesting combination of the three main ingredients of egg, bread and shrimps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ratings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(4/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Our 2nd dish-Mushimono (Steamed)-&lt;/span&gt;  Bamboo Prawn Rice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(MY FAVORITE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(So what lies beneath it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/a6bc9371.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I warned you. I am not responsible for any saliva droopings!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But I know that you will read on because of the irresistible temptation.&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;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*TA-DA*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/04f7cf4b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tasty bamboo rice with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; soft&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;squishy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; prawns&lt;/span&gt; that are accompanied &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet-tasting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mushrooms&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt;. On top of that, a small addition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sesame&lt;/span&gt; was sprinkled on top to produce the most&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; stunning &lt;/span&gt;taste in your mouth ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most was the rice that it has a tinge of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mild stickiness&lt;/span&gt; to it. I love it that it is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;overly-sticky&lt;/span&gt; and such. Every mouthful produces a fantastic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;aftertaste&lt;/span&gt;, and you will definitely be eager to have another spoonful even before you swallow the first! Combine every mouthful of rice with the sweet mushrooms and it will leave you with a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hanging sensation&lt;/span&gt;", yearning for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, their prawns are the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; tastiest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;freshest&lt;/span&gt; ever. Do note that they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hard-to-chew-on type&lt;/span&gt;". (Some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not-so-well&lt;/span&gt; cooked prawns that I had eaten before elsewhere are like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 350px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/a3741f75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, these prawns are&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 100% chewy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and go really well with the rice. Moreover, the flesh of the prawns is&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; amazingly&lt;/span&gt; soft and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bouncy&lt;/span&gt;" to a large extent. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ratings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(5/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3rd dish-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Japanese Western- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosti with sausage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 350px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/ed5e8f9e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Huh? Japanese western?"&lt;/span&gt; Yes, you heard it right. Shokudo serves Japanese western food! The full set comes with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sliced sausage&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; (known as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rosti&lt;/span&gt;"), together with special mayonnaise sauce for dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not really fancy potatoes, but this one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;completely caught me off-guard&lt;/span&gt;! (I was not even aware that they were potatoes when I first saw it.) Being doubtful initially, I took a small mouthful.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; They are surprisingly SOFT and CRISPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately sat up and stared at it. And started to begin having a lot more mouthfuls. It tasted a bit like french fries, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AND even better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sausage was not bad, either. Although its a bit hard on the exterior, but it leaves a strong taste in your mouth when/after you chew on it. I took several bites of it, too! To add on to the eating pleasure, dip it with their special mayonnaise sauce. (Their mayonnaise has a slight "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lemonish&lt;/span&gt;" taste!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ratings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/be96dc3b.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(4.5/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4th dish: Robatayaki -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tsukune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/427b78a8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy some meaty grilled balls? They will live up to your expectations if you like grilled stuff! Personally, I do! Upon sinking your teeth into it, you will realize that this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Tsukune&lt;/span&gt; is actually chewy and rich in the meat. I chewed for quite some time before swallowing each bite because the taste actually gets stronger when you munch on it. Definitely something different from all the other grilled balls I'd tried before. It leaves a lingering meaty aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thumbs up&lt;/span&gt; for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 482px; height: 216px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/af45fd0d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ratings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/be96dc3b.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(3.5/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5th dish:  Dessert-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tofu Cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/1efc520d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not look down on these small slices of tofu-looking cheesecakes. Each mouthful may be small, but the taste is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SIMPLY EMPOWERING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;crunchy&lt;/span&gt; layer right below every slice that blends in well with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; taste. If you are a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheese-lover&lt;/span&gt; like me too, this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NOT-TO-BE-MISSED &lt;/span&gt;dessert that you must try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;See? The crunchy layer at the bottom. AAH, this photograph just don't do enough justice to the real deal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/a9461775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further increase the eating pleasure, add a flow of strawberry sauce to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/6ed40e87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/138034fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft white layer that is a combination of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOFU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHEESE&lt;/span&gt; literally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;melts&lt;/span&gt; in your mouth without really having to chew. The cheese consists of a tinge of saltiness which contributes to its superior taste. Not only that, the addition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strawberry sauce&lt;/span&gt; to the whole dish produces a lingering sensation of mild sweetness, but yet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not overly sweet nor sour&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only complaint I have about this is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHY DOESN'T IT COME IN LARGER SIZES?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alright, maybe I am greedy... but I really love this cheesecake to the core!&lt;/span&gt;) In fact, I love it so much that I made use of a blogger's lightning equipment and themed this photograph as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A dessert descended from heaven".&lt;/span&gt; (Look at the strong light shining on it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 273px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/d1ae25f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had difficulty trying to restrain myself from popping it into my mouth at one go. I believe the other bloggers love it as much as I do, too, as they managed to finish them all in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word for this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Heavenly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ratings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/tinythumbsup.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(5/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; dishes that we were invited to try out, and if you were to ask me if I would recommend this place to my friends, I would give a definite&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt; (In fact, I am intending to visit the place again on my birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;There are simply too many varieties for you to choose from that I am sure you will be spoilt for choice. Not only that, the services they provided was superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, start planning with your friends and make a trip there now to enjoy the most genuine Japanese cuisines in their cozy premises. You'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture reads: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catherine &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shokudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 223px; height: 297px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/1d65da36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shokudo Streets of Japan @ The Heeren Shops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Heeren Shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 260 Orchard Road, #B1-01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Singapore  238855&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tel: +65 6736 1216&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Operating Hours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11.00 am – 11.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their website for more information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my looong entry for the day &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(I had actually been uploading the pictures and blogging for about 8-9 hours on this!)&lt;/span&gt; , I present you a group photo which we had taken. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(The 20 finalists photograph! Yay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 288px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/2f730039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, see that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; guy with the mustache&lt;/span&gt; kneeling down in front? I told him that he kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;reminds&lt;/span&gt; me of something. (No offence, though!) I tried to take photographs of him and he gladly posed for the camera =_=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I regretted not asking him to take off his glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; height: 252px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/4f62ed2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo extracted from his &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://donotfeed-dieting.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog (Yongwei)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually a friendly and fun guy despite having that weird mustache on him. I bet he got it as a free gift when purchasing a year's supply of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole event at&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/"&gt; Shokudo&lt;/a&gt; was drop-dead fun. Even though 10 of us will be eliminated soon, I still feel glad to have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet the other bloggers and experience the delicacies at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/"&gt;Shokudo&lt;/a&gt;. Its definitely something memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sincere &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://omy.sg/"&gt;OMY&lt;/a&gt; and management of &lt;a href="http://shokudoconcepts.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shokudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once again for making this event possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute magnet given by&lt;a href="http://omy.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The words on it read "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;omy reminds you not to forget Omy&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 176px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/a433786d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*sticks it to my fridge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't forget &lt;a href="http://omy.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Omy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ever!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: And don't forget to VOTE for me too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:brown;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://contest.omy.sg/ybloggistpopstar/vote.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://contest.omy.sg/yblogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://contest.omy.sg/ybloggistpopstar/vote.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;istpopstar/vote.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Credits to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pei Wen&lt;/span&gt; for helping to assist in capturing some of the photographs, and to &lt;a href="http://donotfeed-dieting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yongwei&lt;/a&gt; for the permission in the usage of two of his photos.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8347043756631000189?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8347043756631000189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8347043756631000189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8347043756631000189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8347043756631000189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/shokudo-food-review.html' title='Shokudo Food Review!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Serf3iMVCbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8DXPAG69eXA/s72-c/DSCN0679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-1433707026126325025</id><published>2009-04-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:51:23.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(PHOTO HAZARD ENTRY. Please kindly wait for them to load as some of the images are large in sizes. Thank you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had a fun day today! WHEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, this shall be a happy entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;today to attend the shokudo event organised by &lt;a href="http://www.omy.sg/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we were almost late because we forgot to alight at the correct MRT station! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I shan't blog about the event first because there will be a &lt;strong&gt;FULL ENTRY&lt;/strong&gt; dedicated to it soon! Stay tuned! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the event... ... we decided to go on a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;journey to the west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". That means... we shall walk wherever our legs take us! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;AND WE WALKED ALL THE WAY FROM SOMERSET TO PLAZA SINGAPURA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE JOURNEY WAS GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Firstly, we managed to shop at random shopping centres along our way. When we finally reached &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we decided to stop by at &lt;strong&gt;7-11&lt;/strong&gt; to get &lt;strong&gt;SLURPEE&lt;/strong&gt; to quench our thirst. (Yes, we planned to continue our journey with the drinks in our hand.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just when we entered, a lady stopped us and asked if we had time to do a survey regarding two of the drinks at 7-11. We were to give ratings for the aroma, flavor and after-taste of the drinks. And as a "reward", the cup of drinks that were being sold at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were given to us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen622hvjFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rFIyggvXEw0/s1600-h/Image495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326063854599244882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen622hvjFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rFIyggvXEw0/s320/Image495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall help them to advertise. (Each cup is selling at&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; $1.20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; each, with choc and mocha flavor.) Personally, I have never drink them before, and I think they taste great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen7SK4CcxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DCRaHoxGIUQ/s1600-h/Image496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326064323917935378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen7SK4CcxI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DCRaHoxGIUQ/s320/Image496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our free drinks, we walked past an event booth. It was Xinya- the "lion of kindness"! (that's what I called it.) We went to pledge our kindness and the staff took pictures of us, and gave the digital prints to us... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoBA404QFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RW9arR7GPt4/s1600-h/DSCN0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326070624084836434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoBA404QFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/RW9arR7GPt4/s320/DSCN0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The ever so friendly and kind lion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen8E7qAsjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qhLCnsQSeIY/s1600-h/SDC10782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326065196005896754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen8E7qAsjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/qhLCnsQSeIY/s320/SDC10782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for the flash light. (I am lazy to scan the real picture and thus took it with my phone camera.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen8rLptxlI/AAAAAAAAAsY/469aug_H6wQ/s1600-h/Image516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326065853134653010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen8rLptxlI/AAAAAAAAAsY/469aug_H6wQ/s320/Image516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I had also taken a picture together, but the print was with her. (I shall wait till she scans and sends it to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a complimentary token, we were each given a cool book that consists of Singaporean Kindness stories, and even a cute orange card-holder!&lt;br /&gt;In joyious moods, both of us proceeded to another booth, which was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore Housing Development Board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The staff invited us to play a game (similar to snake and ladder), and we had fun throwing the dice. I managed to win the game (hehe).&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, both &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I were also given a complimentary keychain by them! It was a nice metallic one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked around, a man came forward and invited us to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tattoos! (It was tattooed onto your skin with an airbrush, and can be washed off later.) Though there were a variety of nice designs to choose from, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me she did not want any as her mum may scold her when she gets home. As for me, I knew I would not bear to wash away the nice design. Thus, both of us did not accept the offer. (Its a pity though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we walked further, we were given&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; candyfloss! (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! All free stuff coming to us at one go!) However, free as they may be, please support the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Kindness Movement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and pledge your kindness here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporekindness.org.sg/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.singaporekindness.org.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The organisation had all done a great job in promoting the kindness act, and I sincerely thank each and every one of them for all the free stuff and memorable moments. I really love the kindness lion, and I can't get enough of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went around to see if there's any more stuff for us to participate in, I spotted this cool-looking police motorcycle. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND CLIMBED ONTO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Wahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Alright, I actually wanted to SIT on it, but I was wearing a dress. =_=" This will have to do then.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know I look like an events promoter here, trying to promote the motorcycle. =_=" &lt;strong&gt;BUT SEE THE WORD "POLICE" imprinted on it HUH?! HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326071385601609250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoBtNsoDiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/VgwSMxaTX6Y/s320/DSCN0787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, before I forget, we saw this talented artist drawing on the large canvas. They are actually real passerbys' faces, and they were actually willing to sit down and have their portraits drawn on it! (Initially, I was still tricked into thinking that the drawings were printed! OMG, how talented can he be?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoCrBcM6kI/AAAAAAAAAtA/mycSZh-fwn8/s1600-h/DSCN0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326072447463385666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoCrBcM6kI/AAAAAAAAAtA/mycSZh-fwn8/s320/DSCN0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the booth event, we ahead with our journey and WENT INTO a 3-STORY HIGH "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" outlet! They are having a MAJOR sale, up to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 70%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and some of the apparels at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HALF PRICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I were amazed! Carefully, we strolled the 3 levels, and managed to find apparels that we like very much! We went into the dressing rooms and I had a fun time cam-whoring away! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoFcm7TGGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/aiaBjMZg1qw/s1600-h/Image502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075498362771554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoFcm7TGGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/aiaBjMZg1qw/s320/Image502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the above dress for less than $20, and another pinkish shorts for less than $6! Thanks to my thick-skinness that I asked a random lady queueing in front of us for her membership card. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(With the membership card, there will be DISCOUNTS and DISCOUNTS! Whee~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, that wasn't my finger. It belongs to the cheeky &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who kept distubing my "camwhoring session".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326076500460774450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeoGW8CFJDI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lAD4Fe9Sk-c/s320/Image505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo la la~ I love today! Everything went great and well. I just hope nothing bad will happen during these few days in exchange for my enjoyment today. ~_~ I said that because it always happens! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, just a little update about a themed photoshoot I did with my team before my chickenpox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model in this photo is my team-mate, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adlin!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I was inside the room having makeup by the makeup artist, C.T.) My makeup process was the slowest amongst them as it was quite a disaster. Fortuntately, everything turned out well eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="787" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/5e622ae3.jpg" width="1285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gera the hairstylist did my hair, and I ABSOLUTELY love the hairstyle!&lt;/strong&gt; Pardon me for the stuck-out tongue. I was just monkeying around and this is not the actual photo for the shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND PLEASE DON'T SUSPECT THAT ITS FAKE WIG/HAIR. (Because some people gave comments like this.) ITS MY REAL HAIR!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 580px" height="920" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/09025789.jpg" width="447" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 604px" height="975" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSC_7817.jpg" width="502" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Gera and me took a lot of hilarious photos together. We were actually enjoying it! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 513px" height="872" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSC_7792.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 527px" height="831" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSC_7741.jpg" width="543" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo with my team members. (What was I doing with my fingers opened like that?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 536px" height="862" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSC_7863.jpg" width="528" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happens when my hairstylist "dismantle" the hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 529px" height="857" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/ef0964c0.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A NEW HAIRSTYLE! = WHEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A majestic group photo (with the talented makeup artist) before I end this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 473px" height="896" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/DSC_7903.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Photo credits to: Sky Image (USOV), Jacky, Richard and Pei Wen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently building our portfolio site, and providing modelling services that include makeup artist and hairstylist. If anyone is keen to engage our services, just drop me an email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHREK &lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHLOE&lt;/span&gt; are leaving for China tomorrow. I AM SO SAD! I am going to miss them like siao. Please take care when you are there, okay? Remember to wear more clothes/jackets as the weather is gonna be cold. AND DON'T FORGET OUR WEBCAM APPOINTMENT and MY POMS POMS shopping items! I WILL BE LOOKING FORWARD TO YOU COMING BACK, SHREK YOU! Bon voyage... MSN me when you are there, okay?! Sobs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1433707026126325025?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1433707026126325025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1433707026126325025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1433707026126325025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1433707026126325025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-day.html' title='A fun day!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sen622hvjFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rFIyggvXEw0/s72-c/Image495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-1092750366742284173</id><published>2009-04-15T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:25:35.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hi friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voting for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 20 finalists &lt;/span&gt;has begun! Please go to this page and cast your vote now!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://contest.omy.sg/ybloggistpopstar/vote.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://contest.omy.sg/yblogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://contest.omy.sg/ybloggistpopstar/vote.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;istpopstar/vote.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you will recognize my blog on the page! =) Fill up your particulars at the voting page, and be one of the top 3 voters to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fabulous prizes worth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;$1,300&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me circle it to let you see, just in case. (Hoho)&lt;br /&gt;Now, picture that in your head and proceed to vote now.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *Ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeXt-wNuueI/AAAAAAAAArw/5tiGziM7kPI/s1600-h/choose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeXt-wNuueI/AAAAAAAAArw/5tiGziM7kPI/s320/choose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324923796785641954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1092750366742284173?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1092750366742284173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1092750366742284173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1092750366742284173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1092750366742284173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/voting-page.html' title='Voting Page'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/SeXt-wNuueI/AAAAAAAAArw/5tiGziM7kPI/s72-c/choose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-2453366170708173229</id><published>2009-04-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:01:53.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for your generous support!</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all my friends for their generous support for the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=635"&gt;Y Bloggist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 finalists&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams in joy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not over yet! I still need your continuous support for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 2&lt;/span&gt;! Do show your support by clicking and rating at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=12208&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;cid=183&amp;amp;type="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=12208&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;cid=183&amp;amp;type=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only rate once per day though. (I don't mind you rating me everyday! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I still appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... wait, someone is shouting. Did you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"HOW DARE YOU NEVER THANK ME HUH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Poof, and onion head appears magically out of nowhere*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq353/stevc00l/Onion%20Head/aaaaaaa.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Gasp* Oops! I forgot to thank him for contributing to my entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem* &lt;/span&gt;I hereby would like to thank a special someone... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And he's none other than... ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr. Onion Head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq353/stevc00l/Onion%20Head/blagu.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Onion head says:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *smug look* &lt;/span&gt;HA! You are most welcome. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;=_="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2453366170708173229?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2453366170708173229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2453366170708173229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2453366170708173229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2453366170708173229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-for-your-generous-support.html' title='Thank you for your generous support!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq353/stevc00l/Onion%20Head/th_aaaaaaa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-6876675439511172506</id><published>2009-04-13T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:12:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BUSINESS!</title><content type='html'>Today was my "first day" back to work. And I was surprised that almost EVERYONE from my workplace knows I had gotten chicken pox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, including the security guard. I was just sitting there, and all questions are related to chicken pox upon seeing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"YOU OK ALREADY AH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"How... Your chicken pox? Okay already?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, it looks as though I have got the words "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHICKEN POX&lt;/span&gt;" written with large font on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel bad for something that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt; be connected to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received news from 2 fellow colleagues that a lady from the office had gotten chicken pox not long ago, too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was that a mere coincidence... or there's more to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, there's one who told me that I might be the one who transmitted the virus to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I did walk past the office several times during the time I got my chicken pox. (I did not realize that I had got it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was confirmed that I had indeed got the damn virus from my doctor, I was still telling my dad-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in a joking manner&lt;/span&gt;- that maybe if I just walk one round in the office, someone may get it. I meant that as a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I received news that one of the office girls got it. She had since went back to Malaysia as there was nobody to take care of her in SG here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, I just hope she gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYONE! I just launched my new business yesterday! Do support my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; new blogshop&lt;/span&gt; at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.the-hairstylist.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a friend of mine, or if you just happen to pass by my blog, just state my blog URL to enjoy great discounts! Tell your friends about it, too! SUPPORT!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6876675439511172506?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6876675439511172506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6876675439511172506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6876675439511172506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6876675439511172506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-business.html' title='NEW BUSINESS!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2296733301854741467</id><published>2009-04-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:07:54.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track on Monday... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I will be back to work on Monday, and to "finish up" my remaining &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the company. I guess I have rested enough during my quarantine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was my official end of quarantine, and I went out with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Cherlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my acting audition. I was glad that she had agreed to accompany me to it, as it made the atmosphere a lot less tense. She could bring out the role even better than I did, but its a pity that she kept refusing to tryout for the audition. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am positive that you will have a high chance of getting it, gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another girl came soon after to attend the audition, and the producer assistant suggested that both of us could act together. I don't think I did well though... but nonetheless, I tried my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherlyn &lt;/strong&gt;said that my acting was a bit exaggerated. &lt;strong&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/strong&gt; Well, never mind. I am always exaggerating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was amused when I saw my name in the list, which was classified under "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kids Audition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". YES! I am a kid! Haha! It feels good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the audition, I went back to school with &lt;strong&gt;Cherlyn&lt;/strong&gt; to collect my reserved book from the school library. I was apologetic for not able to accompany her to the dinner as my body is still not well enough to consume any seafood or "junkies". In fact, I felt sick yesterday during my first day out. My dad told me that my body is weak from the lack of necessary proteins as I could not eat the usual nourishing meals during my chicken pox days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was weird for a first-day out after my quarantine. I got irritated at almost everything. I could not stand the crowd, the ordour, the smell and even the cars! I used to be okay with all that, but humans seemed to irritate me alot. Maybe it needs some getting used to with all the interactions after the 3 weeks quarantine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse of all, my motion sickness is back again. The problem is that I had already outgrown it for quite some time. But after the strike of this chicken pox, it was like I am back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And something to dedicate to all my friends and classmates, especially Shrek. This song fits my feelings perfectly well. (Please mute my blog audio in order to listen to this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLvAh05jRxg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLvAh05jRxg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's a long long journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Till I know whera* I'm supposed to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's a long long journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And I don't know if I can believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When shadows fall and block my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am lost and know that I must hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's a long long journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Till I find my way home to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Many days I've spent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Drifting on through empty shores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wondering what's my purpose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wondering how to make me strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I know I will falter I know I will cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I know you'll be standing by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's a long long journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And I need to be close to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sometimes it feels no one understands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I don't even know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I do the things I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Will you break down these walls and pull me through? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cause It's a long long journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Till I feel that I am worth the price &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You paid for me on calvary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Beneath those stormy skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It feel like everything is out to make me lose control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cause'it's a long long journey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Till I find my way home to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2296733301854741467?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2296733301854741467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2296733301854741467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2296733301854741467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2296733301854741467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-on-track-on-monday.html' title='Back on track on Monday... ...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-4772607472992533162</id><published>2009-04-07T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:43:06.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts for the day... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another update of my haywired life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, thank you for showering concern during these few days when my life took a wrong turn. I am slowly- and starting- to accept the fate which I am forced to face.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my agony, there's still a streak of luck. Something &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unexpectedly good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; happened yesterday(which I will blog about it a few days later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, its not about school. Nonetheless, something nice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;happen yesterday about school,too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you must be wondering about my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;thingy. The matter was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; finally resolved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, and I managed to get back the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I yearned for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance of me getting the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted was actually very low as I had missed the previous appointments. But still, I waited for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to arrive. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My allocated appointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) With my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart thumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; against my chest as&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as ever, I logged into the page when the clock struck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinning a bit of hope (I dared not pin much), I quickly tried to search for my desired &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;heart sank&lt;/span&gt; when I discovered that all the places were already taken up. The application for it was closed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C-L-O-S-E-D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was expected, I still can't help feeling disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to get it once more, I went back to the main page and did the same process over again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;AND&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; MIRACULOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the application was&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; OPEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place awaiting me.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I could not believe my eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; place. Someone must've dropped it at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me for still using &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mozilla Firefox &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for it. I did not know that the page does not support the browser, and it simply refused to load the page after my selection! I was panicking, and quickly went to change back to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Internet Explorer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, praying hard that it won't crash on me at this time. Also, I prayed for all my might that no one will take up the last place of my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; GEMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while I was changing the browser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Anything can happen within seconds!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Explorer browser loaded the page,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I WAS AMAZED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that the 1 place was still waiting there. I was like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS OMY OMY OMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes. It was like I had just seen a pile of cash on the ground and no one is picking it up. Without ANY hesitation, I clicked on it to confirm the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND YES. I GOT IT. GOT IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and squealed, and mind you, I really almost cried for joy. That's just how happy I was when things went way I wanted it to. Fearing that it was my eyes playing tricks on me, I refreshed a few times to gain assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was included in my timetable now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its mine. ITS MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem to you that I was over-reacting, but &lt;strong&gt;HEY&lt;/strong&gt;, getting a place successfully-especially one which I had yearned for sooo long-really conjure all the happiness within me. At least, there'll be something for me to look forward to in school (Provided that it doesn't turn out to be a #()*$)# GEMS.) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Believe it or not, I LOVE GEMS more than my own core modules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance of me getting it is extremely low, and that means I lost the bet to myself. (As I had mentioned earlier, I will quit if I can't get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GEMS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wanted, and of course send another complaint letter before that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. You must be thinking I am such a complain queen. But at least, I complain for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; benefits and the justice I know I deserve AS A STUDENT. If I do not want to be at a losing end, complaining is the only way to make my point across. Sometimes, it really does help. In the modern society, we NEED to fight for our rights to survive better. Noone else is going to do that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the burning question: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will I quit or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The answer is&lt;/span&gt;: Not at the moment, but maybe will at a later timing. I need to see how things go first in my first semester. I should know by that time if I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; cope. (As you know, I only need to study 3 modules for my current year.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Of course, I will also be submitting applications and appeals at the same time while I am at it. In this way, if I am given a chance to be accepted in other places (I hope!), I will know what to do, too. I admit, quitting now is like taking a risk. And to be honest, I am not prepared to take that risk. I need to give myself some time and trust myself. I know and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOPE &lt;/span&gt;I will not let myself and my parents down. I feel that I have really good parents, and they certainly don't deserve having an incapable daughter. For now, I just wish that bad things will take a turn for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So how about private schools, you ask? Sometimes its not that I do not want to, but its something concerning your financial s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tatus. A s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill and future is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; without a stable finance to start with. In life, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY &lt;/span&gt;is a necessity element.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think about it. If you do not have the "capital" to get you started in the school, will you be where you are now? Will you still have the equipped skills that you currently have? Come to think of it, everything revolves around &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. That's life. You won't possibly get to have an official recognition without &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. You won't get opportunities without &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You won't get to be a STUDENT at all without &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And YOU WON'T GET AN OFFICIAL DIPLOMA WITHOUT MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(But of course, I don't deny that some poor people indeed get to be SUCCESSFUL in their later part of lives. That's a different fate for you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Honestly, if I have the adequate money, I will be enrolling into a private school that caters to my interest already or whichever place I deem suitable for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes its not that my family do not have the money, but I do not want to cause a financial strain, especially with noone working in my family at all.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a hindrance behind every dream. If you dream to be a boss of yourself one day too, you'll need money. And please, no suggestions about going to the loansharks or having your house as a mortgage. That will be equivalent to putting your life at risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't you see the cruelty that exists in our world of reality? Either its &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;, or you depend on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;connections &lt;/span&gt;to get you success.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of course... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pursuing dreams are accompanied by opportunities (be it FREE or not) that come along. I was such a failure to waste a free golden opportunity years ago. I will learn to treasure, and appreciate each and every opportunity now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Behind every success, there is at least an obstacle... I seek no sympathy, because I know working is probably my last and best resort after I graduate/drop out from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will earn my own money to provide the best for myself. In this way, I won't cause a financial strain to my parents, and if possible... ...give them the best life a daughter can ever give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-4772607472992533162?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4772607472992533162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=4772607472992533162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/4772607472992533162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/4772607472992533162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-thoughts-for-day.html' title='My thoughts for the day... ...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8661884029826345039</id><published>2009-04-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:47:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a "Do or Die" situation... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My complaint e-mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"To whom it may concern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Greetings, I am a Singapore Polytechnic student, currently studying in one of the design courses. The reason I am sending this e-mail is to express my displeasure regarding GEMS. (General Elective Modules) I understand that all students are given allocated appointments to log in for the choosing of GEMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As I had failed two of my core modules last semester, I did not expect that I am not eligible to take up GEMS. Neither the school nor any of the lecturer(s) send out notifications about it. It only dawn upon me when I logged into the system during the period of my first appointment, and I received a pop-up window that says "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You have exceeded the maximum number of GEMs that you can register for.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Horrified, I went back to the main page and realized that two of my failed modules were in replacement of my supposed GEMs. May I ask if this is due to my inegibility due to my failed core modules?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On top of that, I would like to add that I am very disappointed due to the school overlooking this issue. Despite the inegibility, both my friend and I (Both of us failed our modules) were still allocated time slots for the choosing of GEMs. If we are not able to take any up to begin with, why the allocations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's heart-wrenching to waste our time waiting and "battling" for the GEMs, and then to discover that we are not eligible for it. Furthermore, it's infuriating to witness the places for our desired GEMs to be taken up right before our eyes, and yet we could do nothing about it when we could've been one of the successful applicants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In addition, may I ask if its a necessity for us to take up any GEMs module in future, or simply passing our failed core modules will be equivalent to passing our GEMs for next semester? (Since the place for GEMs were already taken up by the core modules.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I sincerely hope that the school can look into this matter, and probably notify the student beforehand if one does not have the privilege to take up any GEMs module in future. This, in turn, will prevent unnecessary misunderstandings and unhappiness faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I managed to send in my complaint e-mail yesterday night, and it turned out that one of the staff from the unit is one of my lecturers. I appreciate the prompt response from him this morning, and he explained that it was a technical fault with the system for repeat students like us. In addition, he told me that I would be able to register for it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO?!&lt;/span&gt; Tonight is already the 3rd slot, and that means majority of the places would've been taken up by now, let alone the one I had aimed for. Why should I face the consequence of not getting the place when the fault lies entirely on the school system's side? If that is really so, I find it really... ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;undeserving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, everything is in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt; mess now. Even my new timetable, etc! Do you know that I am not even freaking sure of whether I am in Year 2 or 3 now? The system shows me my Year 3 timetable, but my lecturer messaged me this morning and informed me that I have to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; repeat the entire YEAR 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked that I immediately felt awake the moment I opened my eyes. I replied and told him that THIS IS SICK. And that I still wanted to graduate on time. AND because of his #(*$(# modules that cause me all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt; problem.&lt;br /&gt;He'd said he would double check, and YES, I told him a double checking is needed because I was told that I would be promoted to Year 3. (I remembered seeing this somewhere, but I couldn't find it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me I would be graduating in the Year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;. One year later than my classmates. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because of the 2 sickening modules?! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why can't I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;compensate &lt;/span&gt;by attempting them in my current year? I don't mind having a more crampy timetable! And let me tell you, the decision of quitting is weighing heavily on my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's the point of studying for ANOTHER YEAR again for something that I truly have no passion and interest to begin with? I already can't wait to get over it, and now this? Is my reality turning into a nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most important question of all: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Does staying back determine a compulsory pass? If that's so, I would gladly stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what if I decide to go along with it... Retained and get another "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;" word again? Does that mean all my youth will be wasted on this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;)(#*$# &lt;/span&gt;course? If I have known earlier, I would rather WORK than stepping this wrong foot in my life. Its the biggest&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; regret&lt;/span&gt; I've ever made, and I have myself to blame for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I will make up my decision either by this week or next. I have to act fast, and make sure this is not another one of my rash decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do or die&lt;/span&gt;" situation. Its either that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUIT&lt;/span&gt; and pursue my dreams &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAY &lt;/span&gt;and continue my nightmare. I know this day will come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt;, but I have no idea that its so soon. I do not have the mental preparation to handle all these blow-yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I don't understand the meaning of life after getting my butt out of secondary school. People are getting promoted everyday, while I keep "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demoting&lt;/span&gt;" myself year after year. My life is going haywire, and I really wish for a changing point in my life now. Someone, pray for me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;P/S: And to all classmates of mine who are reading this now, good for you that you are able to remain and "survive" in this course. Though I have no idea how you did it, but congratulations all the same. Probably I have a different mindset, but this is really not my cup of tea. A sincere apology to my dear clique, especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHREK&lt;/span&gt;. I was serious when I said I stayed in this course because of you and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHREK&lt;/span&gt; team. I thought I could nurture my interest for design within the 3 years while being with you, but I was obviously proven wrong. I could not bear to leave you guys, but its a pity I have no choice now. I have reached my personal tolerance limit. I hope we will still be friends when I am out. You won't forget me, yeah? :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just work hard for your last year and do not follow my footsteps. I know people will tend to look down on me without a Diploma, but this is not the main problem now. I will miss all of you... Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8661884029826345039?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8661884029826345039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8661884029826345039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8661884029826345039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8661884029826345039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-complaint-e-mail-to-whom-it-may.html' title='Its a &quot;Do or Die&quot; situation... ...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-5307797562464552389</id><published>2009-04-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:49:29.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT MY SCHOOL SYSTEM! PISSED OFF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Or you can insert any foul word here of your own&lt;/span&gt;) MY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCHOOL SYSTEM&lt;/span&gt;! I am damn pissed off at this moment till I can bite&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; anyone's&lt;/span&gt; head OFF! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting eagerly and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ANXIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; for the minute hand on the clock to tick... AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FINALLY-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;after waiting for what seemed to be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arrived. Feeling an instant sensation of anxiety, I rushed into my school system to register for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;elective module&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt;. (We need to register for it via internet in order to snatch the places for the class we desire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting and standing by my laptop since &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12pm+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to wait for this moment. (I even set an alarm for this!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;GOODNESS-GRACIOUS-OH-MY-GOD&lt;/span&gt;, IT TURNED OUT THAT I WAS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BARRED&lt;/span&gt; FROM TAKING THE ELECTIVE MODULE!&lt;/span&gt; Yes, the elective module that I have always been aiming for since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AGES&lt;/span&gt; ago. So... ... I went through all the hassle of waiting and rushing for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING?!&lt;/span&gt; *starts throwing vulgarities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add insult to injury, it dawned upon me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEITHER&lt;/span&gt; the school nor any lecturer from my course gave any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advanced informing&lt;/span&gt;.  What kind of&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; disorganized&lt;/span&gt; system is this? I know I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and there's nothing to be proud about.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TWO OF MY CORE MODULES&lt;/span&gt;, and my timetable may slightly differ from others. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT I DID NOT EXPECT THAT I WOULD BE BARRED FROM TAKING ELECTIVE MODULES! &lt;/span&gt;Its something that EVERY STUDENT must register for. And imagine my shock and horror when a pop-out window prompted me, telling me that I have already registered for my GEMS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(In my mind, I was like... REGISTERED? WHEN DID I?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hastily, I went back to the main page where it was supposed to show my successfully registered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCOVERED&lt;/span&gt; that the two titles of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flunked&lt;/span&gt; core modules were in replacement of my supposed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt; title. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And that only means one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Game over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that these 2 modules which I had flunked in my last semester are back to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; haunt&lt;/span&gt; me, AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;horror of horrors&lt;/span&gt;-RIP ME FROM MY RIGHTS OF HAVING A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEMS &lt;/span&gt;CLASS. Do you know that even my&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; slightest&lt;/span&gt; motivation to attend school is gone by now? Honestly speaking, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt; is the only external module which I believe most students &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt; enjoy as we would get to study something irrelevant to our course. (This, to me, is more of a benefit.) But what a pity, this benefit does not cater to me at all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the main thing that pissed, and- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;STILL PISSES&lt;/span&gt;-me off is the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heck-care&lt;/span&gt;" attitude from my school. Please, if failing core modules mean that we won't be able to take up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEMS&lt;/span&gt;, at least a notification (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;be it by e-mail or SMS&lt;/span&gt;) is necessary right? I wouldn't be as pissed if I were informed beforehand about this matter. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND ITS NOT UNTIL I WASTED SO MUCH TIME ON THIS, then you threw the truth onto my face like a S&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; what a joke, the school&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; EVEN&lt;/span&gt; issued me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;appointment timings and dates&lt;/span&gt;, requesting me to log in and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; GEMS&lt;/span&gt; places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*knock knock*&lt;/span&gt; If I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;have the privilege in taking&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; GEMS&lt;/span&gt; to begin with, what's with the appointment timings and dates? Does it even matter? You could have written, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barred&lt;/span&gt;", or whichever note(s) you deem fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so ridiculous, and my blood is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;boiling hot&lt;/span&gt; now. In fact, I feel so... ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cheated&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, cheated by my school. My course. Everything. Asking me to register for something that I do not have the rights to. Its heart-wrenching, even. You know how hurtful it is to witness the places of the class &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VANISHING&lt;/span&gt; right before your very eyes&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-one by one-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; within seconds, and yet I could do nothing about it when I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;WOULD'VE &lt;/span&gt;been one of the successful applicants? It hurts to even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Just treat it as I am currently facing one of the usual obstacles in my life. Pinning hopes high indeed hurt more than what I had thought. As the chinese saying goes, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The higher you pin your hopes, the more you will face disappointment&lt;/span&gt;." Seems like this saying isn't false at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Singapore Polytechnic and my course, for bringing me so much agony and sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-5307797562464552389?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5307797562464552389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=5307797562464552389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5307797562464552389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/5307797562464552389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit-my-school-system-pissed-off.html' title='SHIT MY SCHOOL SYSTEM! PISSED OFF.'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1960711238342181607</id><published>2009-04-03T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:50:38.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More MC.</title><content type='html'>Just visited the doctor again today...&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MC was extended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor had a weird look on his face when he saw my condition. He told me that by right, I should have already recovered... but... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I tend to recover at a much slower rate than normal people. (Not only chicken pox.) Its such a drag! I feel normal already, but I still can't step into the outside world yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse still, I received a sudden call from a film company, asking me if I am free to go down for an audition for a short clip. (What a "good" timing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Of course I agreed without much hesitation! But I confessed to them that I am having chicken pox. Nonetheless, being the stubborn me, I STILL promised to go for it next week.&lt;br /&gt;Please, whichever God out there... Clear off all those marks from my face so that I won't look ugly on the camera. I don't want to be kicked out of the audition before I even start acting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having to coordinate English lines and expressions is not an easy task. (To me as I am Chinese-speaking.) The character is supposed to be a timid girl who is afraid of ghosts. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JUST LIKE ME! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;) Any friends who are interested to go for the audition too, feel free to drop me a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dear friends, please don't be shocked if you finally get to see me after my quarantine. I have become even more thinner than before! Its scary! (Yeah, I survive&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; MAINLY&lt;/span&gt; on porridge and bread everyday since the official day of my chicken pox.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEI WEN&lt;/span&gt;, you are not the only one with a small face now. Because my face has also became smaller! I kind of like it better this way. Too much chubbiness makes me look fat. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I am currently setting up the site for "A Vampire's Journal", and will be uploading the chapters there soon. Stay tuned! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1960711238342181607?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1960711238342181607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1960711238342181607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1960711238342181607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1960711238342181607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-mc.html' title='More MC.'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2917804918424781259</id><published>2009-04-01T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:12:49.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like... Finally! A sneak peek into my "book":</title><content type='html'>Special Edition Entry: (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 272px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/zhonghui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhong Hui, you can download the original poster size here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/zhonghui.jpg"&gt;http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/zhonghui.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not able to celebrate with you on time due to my laggy recovery chicken pox. Hope you will have fun celebrating with your friends and classmates! ;) You are another one added to my list who has entered the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 2X&lt;/span&gt; world! =p But don't worry... I shan't have the last laugh, because I will be going through that phase in a few months' to come. It certainly stings to feel older, eh? Anyway,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/span&gt;once again, and may all your wishes come true! God bless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... read my below entry to support my upcoming project! ;) I am releasing the sneak peak on your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am going to release a sneak preview of the current book I am writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 410px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/VampiresJournalcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short introduction about the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been forty years... ...Forty years of constant misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about the struggles of a modern female vampire as she lives her life in search of the man-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the one and only man&lt;/span&gt;-who had caused her the the most unimaginable emotional and physical pain ever.&lt;br /&gt;Determined to seek the justice she deserves, she decides to make him pay for what he had done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it him, or his&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is only one sole purpose for her comeback.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And she has decided to make it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love? hatred? or there is more than meets the eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more to find out if things will turn out in the most unexpected way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Preface:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wild thoughts whirled around in my head. The mixed emotions of agony, hatred and sadness that I felt- lie within me, triggering an overwhelming sensation of misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I closed my eyes tight, in hope that I will be able to shut out (if I ever could) the haunting images that kept playing in my head- over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Noooo!” I let out a soft cry, as tears trickled down my cold cheeks involuntarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Even after so many years, I am still traumatized by the horrifying incident. The tormented emotional and physical pain I felt… It was- and still is- just so excruciating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Never in my life will I forget, let alone forgive… …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The man who took away my life of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Clenching my fists, I banged it on the table beside me-hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What did I do to deserve all these? He’d said he loved me, but yet he was the one who hurt me most in the most unimaginable way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Never in my life will I be able to erase that part of memory, nor forget the evil laugh –the last laugh, before I sunk into the world of eternal darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=End of Preface=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I won't disappoint you guys with my first major "project" of this book! I am still currently "living" with this female vampire everyday,hoping that I will be able to write her story in the best way that I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for when I'll be able to finish it, I am... really not sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, her first few parts of the story has been done. ;) Hope you guys will look forward to it! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2917804918424781259?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2917804918424781259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2917804918424781259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2917804918424781259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2917804918424781259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-finally-sneak-peek-into-my-book.html' title='Like... Finally! A sneak peek into my &quot;book&quot;:'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-6623798307095011302</id><published>2009-03-31T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:44:27.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW WOW WOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, wow, wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Guess what?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke this morning, I realized that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of my chicken pox were gone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MIRACULOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;! Poof! Gone just like that! *snaps fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Its like modern magic! Woohoo! It's the happiest day of my life. I've never felt so relieved before. This is a dream coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ramble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ramble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ramble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well... alright... It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;April's Fool&lt;/span&gt; after all. Can't I live in delusion just for a day? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;~Chey~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*blinks a few times and walks off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;P/S: Happy Belated XX Birthday to you, SIS! I love you... See ya soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-6623798307095011302?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6623798307095011302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=6623798307095011302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6623798307095011302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/6623798307095011302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-wow-wow.html' title='WOW WOW WOW...'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-1525400045321784878</id><published>2009-03-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:05:45.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I can see that my blog is collecting dust now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will still be able to return work on the specified date. (Yeah, my supervisor wanted me to visit the doctor again for an approval to prove that I am totally free from the illness before allowing me to step back into the company. =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying hard to make the best out of my time during the 11 days quarantine. Being quarantined has its advantages, too. (Since I am a stay-home girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I train on my electronic keyboard almost daily, (like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9-10 hours&lt;/span&gt;?) just so that I can play one of my favorite music pieces. Yeah, I know... I'm crazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visit Youtube on my desktop and laptop and watch everything that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah.  Having chicken pox has its "pros and cons". It's amazing how I never seem to yawn or feel sleepy since the day I contracted the pox. I feel energetic and... robotic. It's kind of weird though. And my appetite is growing, too. I feel super uber famished yesterday midnight that I got myself to sleep just so I can forget all about the hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is that I manage to shed off some "fats" or chubbiness from my face. (Although I am certain they will strike back again when I start eating all kinds of junkies after my recovery. =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my fried and fast food, which I can't even lay my finger on. And all the dark spots on my face now. I just WISH that I can wake up and find them gone the next morning. Sometimes looking into the mirror is distressing, especially with all the marks that were not there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way... I am now in the midst of writing my own story. Well, you know me. Its a story that concerns the supernatural. Not gonna reveal so much now though. Wait till I finish it! (Which is goodness-knows-when.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am going to work on it now. I just hope I will recover well during my next update. And not forgetting to thank all my friends for their heartwarming messages and tags! And someone's herbal tea and stuff that got me all better. Thank you all! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*hugs and kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-1525400045321784878?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1525400045321784878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=1525400045321784878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1525400045321784878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/1525400045321784878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-i-can-see-that-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2135703091354715935</id><published>2009-03-24T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:41:20.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Scj-Xm19hQI/AAAAAAAAApE/fdJuOD61zhs/s1600-h/Image394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Scj-Xm19hQI/AAAAAAAAApE/fdJuOD61zhs/s320/Image394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316779041628194050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: I've contracted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chicken pox&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really living in misery as I've never got it before. Darn, I can't even go work! My doctor was alarmed when I told him I still wanted to work today. Having this terrible illness at this time is purely bad luck. I had to go through the hassle of contacting my lecturer, supervisor and even agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I feel that its better off dead to be living with this kind of itch all around me. In fact, its getting so severe that I feel as though there are a thousand ulcers in both my mouth and tongue. I'm breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, thanks to everyone who has shown such great concern and support, be it emotionally or physically. Really appreciate it. I =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday's entry:&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, I got the chicken pox after on this day itself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn contact lenses for the first time ever in my life today for the sake of a personal photoshoot. (Thanks to Gera, the hairstylist a.k.a optimetrist) She inserted both into my eyes for less than 5 minutes. And honestly, it stung a little when the lenses first came into contact with my eyes. (However, the stinging sensation only lasted for a few seconds.) There was a time when the one of the lenses actually slided down my eyeball, and I got a bit freaked out by that. (You can't blame me though. I know nuts about contact lenses... And the next thing I knew, they were in my eyes. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me in happier times:&lt;/span&gt; (and no, I don't look like that anymore, thanks to the chicken pox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Scj80GIfv9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/iCiULLzdAKw/s1600-h/Image414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Scj80GIfv9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/iCiULLzdAKw/s320/Image414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316777332040515538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gera did a good job on the hair and I LOOVVEE the curls! (She even cut my fringe into bangs!) Oh yeah, I was supposed to be a "doll" today. As usual, C.T did all the makeup. One of the photographers kept saying that I still looked human (which I'm not supposed to) after all the heavy makeup in the attempt of turning me into a "doll".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the end result? I turned into a corpse bride. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were not taken nicely as all are self-shots! &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*That's a real flower*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZhkqM-5kI/AAAAAAAAAns/QeMmF5qGXZA/s1600-h/Image396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043692589377090" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZhkqM-5kI/AAAAAAAAAns/QeMmF5qGXZA/s320/Image396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored at Adlin's house after the shoot. This hairstyle was later modified by Adlin into a "bridal style", which I like a lot, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZg-27ZVvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TMg0hm1SO2g/s1600-h/Image435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043043170244338" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZg-27ZVvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TMg0hm1SO2g/s320/Image435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZiGE1ZvsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/BOzUQoM-dIo/s1600-h/Image424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316044266673913538" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZiGE1ZvsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/BOzUQoM-dIo/s320/Image424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZkMEsdqwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rui9PIL0M2Y/s1600-h/Image448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316046568738892546" style="width: 162px; height: 216px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/ScZkMEsdqwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rui9PIL0M2Y/s320/Image448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating this entry upset me a little. I want to regain back my normal self again. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2135703091354715935?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2135703091354715935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2135703091354715935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2135703091354715935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2135703091354715935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-ive-contracted-chicken-pox.html' title=''/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Scj-Xm19hQI/AAAAAAAAApE/fdJuOD61zhs/s72-c/Image394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-8401075426695006893</id><published>2009-03-23T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:33:04.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not updating for the time being</title><content type='html'>Will not be updating for the time being because I am very sick. I will continue blogging when I get better.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it will not turn out to be dengue fever. (I had checked the symptoms, and the results are not favorable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8401075426695006893?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8401075426695006893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8401075426695006893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8401075426695006893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8401075426695006893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-updating-for-time-being.html' title='Not updating for the time being'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-8700929340762119548</id><published>2009-03-18T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:37:59.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed my modules</title><content type='html'>UN-surprisingly, I flunked two of my modules from school.&lt;br /&gt;Its either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STAY&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;QUIT&lt;/span&gt; now since there's a need for me to retain. But what's holding me back was that I'm stuck in the middle, aimless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I continue, I don't think I will be able to score in those 2 sickening modules which I'd flunked. (I really dislike the modules to a large extent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I detest them, I can't do anything about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is destined. I just pray hard I have a future ahead of me. It seems like a dark alley now.&lt;br /&gt;I can only feel freedom when I see myself graduating from this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; #*$&amp;amp;($&lt;/span&gt; course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I live for now? I need a purpose in life! Seeing everyone with their dreams and how realistically-and potentially-they are pursuing them makes me green with envy. (Seriously, if a time machine DOES exist, I would love to go back in time and SMACK myself hard for not being serious in life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to have potential in whatever you are dreaming for. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-8700929340762119548?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8700929340762119548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=8700929340762119548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8700929340762119548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/8700929340762119548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/failed-my-modules.html' title='Failed my modules'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2054769649846442861</id><published>2009-03-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:16:17.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>Oops, this is such a delayed post! But it's better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, presenting you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chloe's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Celebration! (Oops, sorry! Did I just reveal something that I shouldn't? *winks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just a candid shot of Shrekies - Chloe and Tricia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb-8T_ahg3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/1i_CVZhZmwM/s1600-h/Image370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb-8T_ahg3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/1i_CVZhZmwM/s320/Image370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314173136946692978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever in my life, I stepped into&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Just Acia&lt;/span&gt; to have a sumptuous dinner with the Shrekies last Saturday. Thanks for the introduction to this fabulous place, for I would never have known its existence. *sheepish look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service, ambiance and food are better than I expected. With a price of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$14.90&lt;/span&gt;, I am able to enjoy a yummy set meal which consists of my all-time favorite, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unagi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_HQK6R8ZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/46S4-fWEK9E/s1600-h/Image367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_HQK6R8ZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/46S4-fWEK9E/s320/Image367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314185165941109138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Rice, miso soup and kimchi included.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all! What I like most about their place is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNLIMITED&lt;/span&gt; flow of drinks, and ice-creams that come in assorted flavors! (It's a pity I did not manage to snap a quick picture of my ice-cream.)&lt;br /&gt;Weeeelll, who in the world can resist unlimited flows? (Well, definitely not me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something additional to share - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shrek's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salmon&lt;/span&gt; set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_I1PbXg9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/LqXlB6ZtP6U/s1600-h/Image369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_I1PbXg9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/LqXlB6ZtP6U/s320/Image369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314186902320415698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop salivating there!&lt;/span&gt; ~_~ Yeah, I know. Its delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since we last met up, and I had fun chatting with them. But the most important thing is to see that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chloe&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed her birthday.  =)&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss you guys when you are off on the trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Lian&lt;/span&gt;. Remember to meet up soon for the last time before setting off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a random note, I snapped some pictures this morning while on my way to work. I was greeted with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; sight&lt;/span&gt;, with the full blossom of unknown pink flowers on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, the flowers dropped and scattered all over on the large open ground, producing an unbelievable sight of nature art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it reminded me of the infamous Japan's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Sakura&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_KfkVZ9xI/AAAAAAAAAms/Mch_9jIN0oI/s1600-h/Image375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_KfkVZ9xI/AAAAAAAAAms/Mch_9jIN0oI/s320/Image375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314188728998688530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A captivating sight, just near the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_Ly1eYL3I/AAAAAAAAAm0/sOKdehx8LTw/s1600-h/Image376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb_Ly1eYL3I/AAAAAAAAAm0/sOKdehx8LTw/s320/Image376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314190159528865650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think they are lovely? I can't help but do a double take whenever I walk past those trees. Its something that will make any &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; lovers squeal in delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY be updating an entry tomorrow about something funny that happened to me at work. Stay tuned! ;-)~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2054769649846442861?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2054769649846442861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2054769649846442861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2054769649846442861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2054769649846442861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/chloes-birthday-celebration.html' title='Chloe&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4L61XWLQ-o/Sb-8T_ahg3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/1i_CVZhZmwM/s72-c/Image370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924318458242632790.post-3539761589454595432</id><published>2009-03-14T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:13:43.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pei Wen's birthday celebration.. (Yippee!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 234px; height: 348px;" src="http://triskateland.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/my_bloody_valentine_3d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, so we went to watch one of the latest- and first- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3D horror movie&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. The effects were fantastic and had me glued to the chair in excitement!&lt;br /&gt;Although majority of the movie were filled with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; gore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;naked&lt;/span&gt; (YES, you heard right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NAKED&lt;/span&gt;) and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; bloody&lt;/span&gt; scenes, it still left my jaw hanging in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a more "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;" movie than any other normal ones, we were given 3D glasses at the entrance before the show started. And having those glasses on simply creates instant magic right before your very eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing I absolutely&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt; about 3D. It makes one feels involved in it, and everything was so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; surreal&lt;/span&gt; that it looked as though they're right in front of you. The resolution was so crystal clear to the extent that one can even see the veins of the actor's eyes during close-up shots! Sounds exaggerating, but its true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alright, but not as exaggerating as this pic though =_=:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(The fire doesn't really blow out from the screen like this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 197px;" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1198508/photo_04_hires.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Seeing is definitely believing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was rated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M-18&lt;/span&gt;, but whether or not its worth the price of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; $13&lt;/span&gt; depends on how an individual sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a knack or up to some bloody gore "fun", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Bloody Valentine-3D &lt;/span&gt;will be a movie you won't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.dreadcentral.com/img/reviews/mbvuncut1b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(And when I mean bloody, it means you must be readily prepared for scenes of intestines, heart and human organs being dug out in the most cruel way possible.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would like to apologise to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Yun &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Ling&lt;/span&gt; for their wastage of money. They found the movie so incredibly disgusting that they took off their&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 3D glasses&lt;/span&gt; and refused to watch it. Yun even had her face covered with a piece of tissue paper. (Sorry, I din know this movie will be disturbing for the both of you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I find that the price is considered worth it for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3-D experience&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, how often do you get a chance to watch a horror 3D film on the big screens, especially one containing REAL actors and actresses? I am not a regular or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cinema-goer&lt;/span&gt;", but I don't mind paying a higher price for the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;". The feeling of knowing something unexpected will happen -&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but you don't know what&lt;/span&gt;- is just so mind-gripping! I love it best when the knife or whatever weapon the character is throwing feels as though its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMING&lt;/span&gt; for you. Just when you are trying to "duck" and shield youself from the attacker, you will realise that you are not really hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, the effects and ambiance yesterday was not as good as the one we had seen at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Singapore Discovery Centre&lt;/span&gt;. Well, but it was not bad either! Its more exciting than normal 2D movies, and will have you lusting for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, its not called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Bloody Valentine&lt;/span&gt;" for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 196px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.ohmygore.com/movies/my_bloody_valentine_3d/t_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am glad that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Wen&lt;/span&gt; did enjoy her birthday celebration and presents we had given. We had such a nice time chatting our time away. (We chat more than we shop!) We got so engrossed in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;twilight talk&lt;/span&gt;" that we couldn't stop speaking the lines from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end my post for today, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I had to attend Chloe's birthday celebration later on&lt;/span&gt;), let me ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wen &lt;/span&gt;one last question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"How long have you been 17?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-3539761589454595432?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3539761589454595432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=3539761589454595432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3539761589454595432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/3539761589454595432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/pei-wens-birthday-celebration-yippee.html' title='Pei Wen&apos;s birthday celebration.. (Yippee!)'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-2632234035604860410</id><published>2009-03-13T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:52:32.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my beloved WEN!</title><content type='html'>Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are officially&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; - and no one else. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lim Pei Wen!&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know girls tend to hate the digits "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;" when they reach 20, but I am still going to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;20&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;20&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;20&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (HAHAHA!) Alright, she's so gonna scold me tomorrow! =X But well, who doesn't reach the age of 20? I will be joining her soon in the month of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;October &lt;/span&gt;anyway! (and come to think of it, I dread that day, too. I'd rather freeze my age at 19!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a small surprise virtual gift for her, I made and sent her 2 "posters" ONCE the clock struck 12am yesterday. (I had been counting down!) The original size of the image is in A3, and that makes it a poster if you have it printed out! But I am only giving the original size to her and no one else! :) Hope you like it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; wen&lt;/span&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Poster 1&lt;/span&gt;: (Specially coated the background with light shades of purple as its her all-time favorite color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 193px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Surprise_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Poster 2: Portrait&lt;/span&gt; (looks quite plain, though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 178px; height: 249px;" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/lovemdwav/Poster_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone is wondering who that guy is in the above pictures, well...&lt;br /&gt;Its just her idol, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jerry Yan&lt;/span&gt;! (I am helping her to promote her idol.. in a sense. Haha) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt; just could not get enough of him! *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, welcome to my world, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are officially a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;newborn&lt;/span&gt;. (You know, I know. *smiles*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-2632234035604860410?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2632234035604860410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=2632234035604860410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2632234035604860410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/2632234035604860410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-my-beloved-wen.html' title='Happy Birthday to my beloved WEN!'/><author><name>Ordinary Lady</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2924318458242632790.post-627388385545932444</id><published>2009-03-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:08:15.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support me! =D</title><content type='html'>Hello to all my friends and readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the link to my submitted entry for the "&lt;a href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=12208&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;cid=183&amp;amp;type="&gt;Y Bloggist&lt;/a&gt;" Competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=12208&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;cid=183&amp;amp;type="&gt;CLICK HERE to view the submission &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show your support, just click it and drop your ratings! (If you think its good enough to be rated, that is. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those who had shown major support (especially my dear &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;WEN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;LING&lt;/span&gt;!) .. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;/span&gt; Appreciate it lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget that in another 2 hours time, it will be&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; Wen&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday! (YAY!) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Happy birthday in advance first&lt;/span&gt;!! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924318458242632790-627388385545932444?l=iwantmrbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwantmrbean.blogspot.com/feeds/627388385545932444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924318458242632790&amp;postID=627388385545932444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/627388385545932444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924318458242632790/posts/default/627388385545932444'/><link rel='alternate' type='te
