<?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-3491490076895388204</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:04:25.382+08:00</updated><category term='rants'/><category term='nodame cantabile'/><category term='Transformers'/><category term='complain queen'/><category term='Nueve V'/><title type='text'>And 5, 6, 7, 8!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-1242137468569890892</id><published>2010-05-29T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:49:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Me My AC Uniform</title><content type='html'>Usually, I'm not THAT much of an elitist, especially in uni where I'm constantly surrounded by people far better than myself, my ego has deflated to be like the volume of ahlina's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had a major ego boost yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a job listing online, and the guy got back to me the next day with an email saying that he will contact me soon. Ok, at this point I have to confess, I immediately copy paste his name given in the email onto FB's search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major siandiaospiderrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, the guy called as promised and 24 seconds into the convo, he switched from channel 5 to channel 8. Weird right, considering this is a "job interview". He told me bout the company and what not, I googled and somehow it linked me to some big company (Ernest and Young). Turns out it's just a scam, it's not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the interview day, I was supposed to meet the guy at Boon Keng MRT and he sent me multiple smses(which were quite informal), one of which says "you reach ald le mah", I could totally smell doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met and he took me to this cafe/canteen and started bladdering on and on about how their company is about sharing and not sales, how we as youths shoud try out new stuff... I could go on, but it would take an hour like how he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went up to the office and he went on about who he respects in the company. By now, you must be asking a familiar question to the one I had in my mind :" So what is this company anyway and what position am I applying for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers are "Multi-level sales"(TOTAL SCAM) and "Ordinary manager"(NAIVE NEVER WATCH TV IDIOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a total waste of my precious limited short-lived youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout this whole time, The Adeline's Mind Theatre was having a show non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know who's Micheal Dell?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know what's factory direct sales?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know what's ISO?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Do you know what's DSAS?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I dont know lah! so I answered "no" to all the questions above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Aiyo, uni students ah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Only know mugging but lack general knowledge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wont deny that, I dont read the news and I know very little about what's going on in the world, but I dont need to hear it from someone who says he likes cars but havent even heard of Rolls Royce tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Herro! you use all your work jargon to bomb me, of course I wont know right! If I ask u "do you know what's a Thalamus?" you know meh? huh! HUH! I bet you dont even know what's Newton's first law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 (where I showed blatant disinterest in joining their company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"There's no contract, no bond, you just need to sign here, this is just like a consent form."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"No, can you give me some time to consider, maybe I'll get back to you soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"But there's nothing to consider, there's no risk in this, I dont know what you still want to think about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me neither, cuz there's nothing else to think about except to get out of that hell hole. And in case, you couldnt tell, I was being nice by not just walking out without a word. I like to appear to have a high EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 2 (at this point, his tone was really sour and bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Last time, when I joined I also didnt know anything, but I just joined and I learnt alot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"But I'm not interested in this line, I dont want to join and be unhappy and not commit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You cannot say liddat, the society is not just about interest, there're many uni grads who are taxi-drivers, you think they're interested in it? We need to try out nw things mah." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You leally cannot tell issit? Its just another another stupid excuse to get myself out. And I dont think those uni grads drive taxis cuz they wanna try out new things, they most probably have a better foresight than you. Furthermore, for people who are damn capable (myself not included), interest IS a determining factor, ask those people who aced their A-levels and had a buffet of uni courses laid out for them. So you can take back your dumb advice and go lick your own wounds cuz I dun need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Just let me think over it and I'll call you if I wanna join."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"I know you most likely wont call me back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! Maybe you should quit this job and become a fortune teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You never know what's gonna happen in the future, I think ten years... no five years later, you'll regret this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not, I take back what I just said. I wont even remember your name or the name of your company. I'll just go like "oh yah! that time I got sacmmed too..." whenever someone brings up their kena-scammed stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3 [I got out (FINALLY!)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Life is not just about interest, I hope you think about what you want in life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo soo deep. I may not know what I want in life (I want to be Yamapi's wife! I want to be a pirate!) but I knew what I dont want since a long time ago. However, it seems YOU had never given it much thought before, so save your lectures for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, because Adeline is an extremely spineless species, she can only rant on her blog and couldnt have said all of these straight to his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-1242137468569890892?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/1242137468569890892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-me-my-ac-uniform.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/1242137468569890892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/1242137468569890892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-me-my-ac-uniform.html' title='Get Me My AC Uniform'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-4036783464166447297</id><published>2009-12-03T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:52:41.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complain queen'/><title type='text'>It Hurts</title><content type='html'>It Hurts to know that all your friends are out there having fun while you still have another paper on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts to see the reflection from a photo frame on your table, and realise that you're developing a double chin due to excessive studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts so much that it can make you cry when reading through your terribly brief and useless Chemistry notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts to know that even after your exams you still have a driving test coming up in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts to realise that you are still very bad at steering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts your already pathetic account balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts to hear that if you fail the test, driving tests will not have parking poles starting from March 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. this is purely a complain complain complain post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-4036783464166447297?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/4036783464166447297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/4036783464166447297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/4036783464166447297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-hurts.html' title='It Hurts'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-8541994200382231742</id><published>2009-09-19T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:14:25.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail Her Madnessty. (Get it? madnessty just in majesty, get it? Gosh sometimes I'm so humorous I scare myself)</title><content type='html'>Singaporeans' common excuses for not making an effort to excercise regularly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where got time! I velly busy one u know!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boss needs me, my family needs me, my nation needs me, I can't just abandon all these poor souls just to work out! They will die without The Great Me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekends the courts sosh ex, everyday the gym sosh pack (wow rhymes), waste money one lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I present to you an even better one, one that nobody can find faults with;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Everytime I wanna play tennis, it will rain, confirm plus chop will rain, liddat my fault issit! No healthy lifestyle my fault issit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooo! This always happens! Just like Eileen who brings on the rain everytime she does her laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cassandra and I made a wasted trip to school today.But at least the trip home wasn't. We decided to go for K-lunch at Safra Jurong:].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OMG. The Kbox there is all nice, new and high tech! Its damn fun! You get to play Cheering, Jeering, Whistling and Applause sounds when your friends are singing, totally had a blast with that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rooms are clean and big, the mics are like SPARKLING CLEAN! Whatmore, you select your songs via a touch screen panel, gone were the days where everyone bent down and squinted their eyes to search for songs on the awfully small tv screen with a worn out remote that usually goes missing in the dark room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OHOH! And you get to record your singing! How cool is that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Offkey, we have to go to Kbox @ Safra Jurong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How bout next friday? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383101038247394930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrSd35bFvnI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ag2IX79esgI/s400/165109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"KBox @ Safra Jurong, da best!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383101045931468642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrSd4WDHZ2I/AAAAAAAAABk/qbkZsqdCavk/s400/165156.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Hi, I'm Brad Pitt and I like Kbox @ Safra Jurong too. Yeah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Derek Tham,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is with regards to your much overdued lesson on "How to Regconise a Helmet Head".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A. Features of a Helmet Head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ridiculous Bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unnaturally unmoving hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Similar to a Helmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Please refer to Fig 1.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrSd49sDhjI/AAAAAAAAABs/KKpqiduGDW8/s1600-h/164827.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383101056572163634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrSd49sDhjI/AAAAAAAAABs/KKpqiduGDW8/s400/164827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; Fig 1.1 This is typical Helmet Head with all the above mentioned features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now refer to Fig 1.2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383113716116188002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrSpZ2Kja2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/56JkqBI_h1c/s400/174803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fig 1.2 This pretty girl with silky smooth hair blowing in the wind, obviously is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope with this, you now have a more accurate perception of Helmet Heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yours Hatefully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adeline Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can tell my madness from the last camwhoring session hasn't quite ended yet. Formal Report is driving me nuts! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I couldn't help but be reminded of Dreadful Derek's insult to me when I saw a true blue Helmet Head yesterday. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-8541994200382231742?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/8541994200382231742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-hail-her-madnessty-get-it-madnessty.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/8541994200382231742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/8541994200382231742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-hail-her-madnessty-get-it-madnessty.html' title='All Hail Her Madnessty. (Get it? madnessty just in majesty, get it? Gosh sometimes I&apos;m so humorous I scare myself)'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrSd35bFvnI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ag2IX79esgI/s72-c/165109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-602734187106896449</id><published>2009-09-17T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:31:31.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Becoming a Bobo</title><content type='html'>I have to confess.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I ponned class so that I can stay at home and study for Bio quiz tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before long, I started camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By myself. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382317008711475666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHUzXzKYdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_HqYhh39oYo/s400/135526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVUiGy6KI/AAAAAAAAABE/tBZib2rfBoc/s1600-h/140702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382317578413861026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVUiGy6KI/AAAAAAAAABE/tBZib2rfBoc/s400/140702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVUMlIMlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kpfqZdiHp-4/s1600-h/140119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382317572635505234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVUMlIMlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kpfqZdiHp-4/s400/140119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVTg0-VMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/puczr4Xdr6I/s1600-h/135908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382317560890807490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVTg0-VMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/puczr4Xdr6I/s400/135908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVTE2ChyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LMXI1WREoqk/s1600-h/135612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382317553379084066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHVTE2ChyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LMXI1WREoqk/s400/135612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382318490479858178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHWJn0RkgI/AAAAAAAAABU/B-vrpI2tYKA/s400/140806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I hang out with Celestin too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am becoming a bobo like her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad. Very bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd love to upload pictures from other chamwhoring sessions with my sis but the blogger pic thingy is awfully annoying by inserting all the photos at  the top of the post and having me move them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also love that flower sun-hat:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-602734187106896449?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/602734187106896449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-to-becoming-bobo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/602734187106896449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/602734187106896449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-to-becoming-bobo.html' title='The Road to Becoming a Bobo'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cuOZKddNm1s/SrHUzXzKYdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_HqYhh39oYo/s72-c/135526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-6223799422067557866</id><published>2009-08-12T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:34:55.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Goh Ya Shuen Gwendoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SoI4GSwwhcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MPZt3aTEHJQ/s1600-h/gwendo+slutface.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368915386545767874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SoI4GSwwhcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MPZt3aTEHJQ/s400/gwendo+slutface.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss you deep deep, so I posted your photo :]&lt;br /&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/3491490076895388204-6223799422067557866?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/6223799422067557866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-my-name-is-goh-ya-shuen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/6223799422067557866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/6223799422067557866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-my-name-is-goh-ya-shuen.html' title='Hello, my name is Goh Ya Shuen Gwendoline'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cuOZKddNm1s/SoI4GSwwhcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MPZt3aTEHJQ/s72-c/gwendo+slutface.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-826832509352722802</id><published>2009-08-06T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:31:11.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You, My Friends?</title><content type='html'>Attended the Freshmen Welcoming Ceremony with Kanza yesterday. The original plan was to go for the goodies and pon the sessions after lunch but we decided to stay just for the COE tshirt that came in ceremony 2's goodie bag. It's good to be cheapo, in the course of one day, I've attained alot of free *coughuselesscough* stuff:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the best catch of the day: 2GB thumbdrive! Wow! lol but why the hell is the NTU file in it in chinese, and I'm not sure if the stuff inside should deleted, so its like some rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh while waiting for god knows what, we decided to pon lab tours and headed to the office to get our overloading form, after that we went to SR2(its like we own that place lol) to look at the courses available. This was when it happened. We tried to select our electives to no avail, so the guys decided to look at our coursemates' photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they scrolled down and reached the surname 'Goh', suddenly, someone mentioned the name 'Gwendoline', since 'Gwendoline' starts with a G. I didnt try and search for the person's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade's mind theatre: "Aiya so many people are called Gwendoline, cant be my friend lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just continued scanning the guys' photos(please dont let anyone know I was doing that the whole time), but the thing suddenly scrolled back and someone pointed out Gwendoline again. This time I decided to look at her photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade's mind theatre: "Wah! Looks like a pr**(I fear for my life, so I shall not spell out the full word), look at the name: 'GOH YA SHUEN(?) GWENDOLINE' OMG! That IS my friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to laugh out then, I finally saw that infamous photo LMAO, but I can't or else people will think I'm crazy. So Celestin Chia, hurry up and have a sharing session, we need to laugh at the photo together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Gwen Goh: Good Job! Your photo is so eye catching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out my OG makes me miss my friends from RV and AC :[ its like when we played games at MINDS I kept thinking bout the stupidity that my jc friends and offkey displayed while playing Snorta, Ugly Dolls and Sarboteur(?). The bonding games that we played during camp reminds me of EL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I wanna thank ELDDS for training me to in bonding games such as 7-up, Who-What-Huh, Animal Mania and many many more. Without you, I could never have survived camp and the drinking session without doing much forfeits(spelling?). The countless retarded forfeits that I did years ago finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, if you're reading this, I urge you to please organise more outings and invite Adeline along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a last note, I would like to ask anyone who's using blogspot; why is the text editor bar not appearing when I type my posts! Now me posts' text only got one font style and me no like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-826832509352722802?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/826832509352722802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-are-you-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/826832509352722802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/826832509352722802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-are-you-my-friends.html' title='Where Are You, My Friends?'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491490076895388204.post-7681321437266840574</id><published>2009-07-25T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:29:47.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a lion?</title><content type='html'>Because many people have asked for it, I shall update my blog, but because my memory isn't very good, I can only remember things that happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to register for my driving at BBDC yesterday(oh wait, I just realised its supposed to be the day before, I nuaed the whole of Friday away). Woke up supa early(5.30am!) and left the house before I finished shitting just so i could reach the place at 8:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, Cassandra See Pang Sai was too tired to get out of her house to meet up so early, and she was the one who suggested that unearthly meeting time! So I had to endure fatigue and stomachache for the whole bus journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what! I was nodding off and I heard someone talking damn loudly, I figured it was some aunties talking to each other. After a while, I opened my eyes to check my location. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah good, still at Bukit Batok, can go back to sleep," I thought and tried to resume my nap, but no.(LOL) I turned around and saw an aunty on the seat across me talking, and she was talking to me! omg, I was sleeping and listening to my player all this while and she just went on and on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanna offend her(like the girl in Drag Me to Hell) so I just nodded while she continued, then I realised she was talking about black magic and stuff, totally freaked me out. I thought she might be talking to the aunty behind me but to too lazy to turn her head, so I turned to look at the person behind me. The aunty just looked at me with this she's-talking-to-you,-poor-you look! The whole bus was looking at us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached BBDC(Thank god, finally!) and rushed to finish my ps session and driving stuff. Went down to Cass's House after to nua(so what's new) before going to Funan Mall to get her laptop bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Cassandra See is such a troublesome shopper! Nothing in the hugeass store fits her requirements, in the end she decided on a bag that I said my friend has. Thank you Novell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a nice pencil case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout pencil case, heres Chia Dumbo when she was searching for her furry animal pencil case(FAPC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia(holding multiple FAPCs): Which one ahould I get?&lt;br /&gt;Ade: The lion.&lt;br /&gt;Chia: Oh, which one is the lion?&lt;br /&gt;Ade(Mind theatre: OH MY GOODNESS!): There's only one animal there with so much hair!&lt;br /&gt;Chia: Oh this one? But this lion dont have stripes.&lt;br /&gt;Mel: All lions dont have stripes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several rounds of elimination, only the lion and pig are left in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia: This or this?&lt;br /&gt;Ade: The lion.&lt;br /&gt;Chia: (holds up the lion): This one? Is this a tiger or a lion? Is thia a lion?&lt;br /&gt;Ade: OMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-7681321437266840574?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/7681321437266840574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-many-people-have-asked-for-it-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/7681321437266840574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/7681321437266840574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-many-people-have-asked-for-it-i.html' title='Is this a lion?'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-879412783336673994</id><published>2009-07-08T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:30:44.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nueve V'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers'/><title type='text'>F4LN</title><content type='html'>You must be wondering what&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;F4LN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is. You can keep on wondering, cuz I dun tell u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Just returned from FOC; four words: fun, shagged, shagged, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHAGGED&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, I slept for the whole of Saturday and was still tired. But it was kinda worth it, the whole camp was great fun and I made new friends :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think my body is allergic to nature, a few crawls on the grass and sand result in cuts, sratches and bruises all over. Argh! adeline is more suited for kbox and nuaing sessions tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fabulous nuaing session at celest's yesterday. Were supposed to mj, but we ended up watching a movie on chia's lappie and stalking other people on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dolly makes good lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gwendopig eats as much as an army boy and is damn proud of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch, we went to Westmall to watch Transformers. Stupid ushers, cannot close one eye meh, our bubble teas were so well hidden and yet they still refused to let us bring it in, well at least they kept it in the fridge for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celestin has abnormal taste in guys!(technically, target is not a guy, but..) &lt;strong&gt;Celestin Chia thinks Optimus Prime is MANLY and HOT!&lt;/strong&gt; lol imo only the army guy is manly and hot, he's like a tall Brad Pitt. Car mode Bee is super sleek too:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-879412783336673994?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/879412783336673994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/07/f4ln.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/879412783336673994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/879412783336673994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/07/f4ln.html' title='F4LN'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-6674854076489708643</id><published>2009-06-22T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:50:09.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy is a 4-letter word</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is also my middle name, together with procrastination.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing that's not due today, I leave it to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; drink honey water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm too lazy to make it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; end up like the guy who died &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he's too lazy to rotate the biscuit around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;20/06/2009, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Novell&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Reldon&lt;/span&gt; and Roy, we were supposed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mj&lt;/span&gt;, but after awhile we got bored of it and kinda spent the rest of our morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nuaing&lt;/span&gt; around at Roy's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we caught &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood, The Last Vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at PS. The movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; good unless you enjoy watching people getting decapitated in every possible way. And I was the only idiot who screamed at one of the not-even-scary scenes. Ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt; max! Thank goodness the theatre was dark:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah my memory of that day is fading, I cant remember the details, I can only recall us shopping, movie then shopping again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Novell&lt;/span&gt; is a Super Shopper; enters the shop for a short while and exits with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was Indian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Crusine&lt;/span&gt; at JP, it served as my Father's day present as well. And I'm gonna avoid Indian food for a long time to come. Not that it sucks, but I think the taste maybe a tad too strong for Chinese? And every kind of meat is the same color(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;) and texture, I only liked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Briyani&lt;/span&gt; rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;there're&lt;/span&gt; still things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; blogged about but I wont, please refer to the first line of this post:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-6674854076489708643?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/6674854076489708643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-is-4-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/6674854076489708643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/6674854076489708643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-is-4-letter-word.html' title='Lazy is a 4-letter word'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-2603729811460713125</id><published>2009-06-12T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:20:22.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeline Lee: Horror Scenes Prediction Expert</title><content type='html'>Took halfday yesterday and went out with cass and derek to check out the tour agencies at china town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's Park Complex is an awful place to wait for late friends. I was just leaning on the railing and then an ah pek came really close to me and stood like 1.5 metre to my left, worse still, he just kept looking and grinning at me! Omg I got really disgusted and left. Come on! I know that place is quite popular among people of *special* professions, but do I look like one of them! I was dressed decently for goodness sake. Argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with celest and gwen when we're done at the shady place. We(celest, gwen and me) were supposed to catch Dance, Subaru at 2:20 but those two were late at meeting each other(as expected) and so we decided to make do for the 4:45 show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, we shopped at Marina Square(the two of them shopped), and at 4:30, they were still not done yet! When we finally got out of the place it was ald 4:40.  Couldnt get a cab and so we missed Subaru:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celest insisted on watching a movie, so we went back to Marina and decided on Drag Me to Hell. GG, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;from Subaru to Hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even watch 1/2 the movie can! no make that 3/4. I was just hiding behind my jacket, my hand and celest's armbags the whole time. Since there were very little scenes for plot development(the ghost aka old lady never gets to rest), the horror scenes were almost non-stop, and so I had to shield myself from the graphics non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Horror Scenes Prediction Expert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I am, I managed to protect my vunerable eyes from several mind blowing scares:]. One such feats would be the curtain scene, it was completely unexpected cuz it wasnt in the scary mood at all! But the moment she saw and reached for the curtain, I pasted my jacket on my face, the instant I did that, the whole theatre screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha! Well done Adeline! I'm damn good:] But I really dont do well with horror graphics, they'll keep replaying in my mind when I'm going to sleep. I was afraid of looking behind me and into my bear's eyes(white cirles with black crosses) last night ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, the movie plot wasn't that nice, but its a good choice for scaring yourself shitless. Some parts were funny though, like when Christine's nosebleed sprayed everywhere(Sunako:]). And I really think that old lady isn't human, even before she died(if she can die and have a funeral, means she must be human rite?). Who on earth can suffer staples on the face, hammered countless times by various tools, smashed into windscreen, an iron bar(?) shoved into the back of the throat, and still be okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lesson of the day: Dont lie to old ladies who look like witches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-2603729811460713125?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/2603729811460713125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/adeline-lee-horror-scenes-prediction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/2603729811460713125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/2603729811460713125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/adeline-lee-horror-scenes-prediction.html' title='Adeline Lee: Horror Scenes Prediction Expert'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-666585719287997586</id><published>2009-06-08T09:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:03:41.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nodame cantabile'/><title type='text'>These are 2 for 2 dollars, thank you very much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Saturday, 06/06/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Met up with Reldon and Roy to have dinner at Holland V, the waitress at Al Dante was really nice, smiley and all:] and the food(pizza) was not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to 7-11 so that Reldon could get some snacks for the show. And while he was paying, Roy and I were distracted by the nice &lt;strong&gt;packagings&lt;/strong&gt; of condoms that were hanging next to the counter. Just when he lifted one from the hook to take a closer look (we were both looking at the &lt;strong&gt;packaging&lt;/strong&gt;), we heard the lady said, "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;These are 2 for 2 dollars&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Adeline's mind theatre: "OMG! What is she saying!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately turned to look at her; she was holding up a box of Pocky that Reldon was getting! lol scared me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Restless. Camwhored a little before the show started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to take photos with Reldon's new hairstyle:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767240912521650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SixtfOG8SbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GUbtvEj8xk4/s320/Image1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767243439171970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cuOZKddNm1s/SixtfXhV6YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G42Xx_soFho/s320/Image1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imo, it wasnt all that exciting as I had imagined it to be, not that it wasnt good, it was abit dull at some points. The slower items seemed to be repetitions of each other (at least to me, but then again I'm not a dancer ). &lt;em&gt;'When I grow up' &lt;/em&gt;was the nicest one of the night, the choreography was awesome!:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The videos screened throughout the show were kinda pointless though, and they seemed to get from bad to worse. I didn't see the link between the first 3 videos and the dances that followed. the second one distracted me a whole lot when it was played during the item itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But overall it was still enjoyable. &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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sunday, 07/06/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finished watching Nodame Cantablie! :] Ah~ it's such a nice show! Though it was lacking in plot, the characters totally made up for that flaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love MineXKiyora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love ChiakiXNodame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love the manga!(come on! update!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right, now I have to source for a new drama to continue my lifeless days.&lt;/span&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/3491490076895388204-666585719287997586?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/666585719287997586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-are-2-for-2-dollars-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/666585719287997586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/666585719287997586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-are-2-for-2-dollars-thank-you.html' title='These are 2 for 2 dollars, thank you very much'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cuOZKddNm1s/SixtfOG8SbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GUbtvEj8xk4/s72-c/Image1624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3491490076895388204.post-8567578876097430597</id><published>2009-06-04T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:54:45.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nodame cantabile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Slack</title><content type='html'>Worked on the blog when i should've been working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i even bother to set one up since i'll probably just abandon it in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline's blog today, Dust collection centre tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just ranting now to see how the layout will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this explains the huge ass spacings between each paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (4.42pm):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished touching up some stuff on the blog :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres just this awful icon/banner(?) which is painfully out of place! and the worse thing is; i cant even find its code in the html to configure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editing the template was really a pain, i'm still living in the olden HTML era. left with no choice, i could only try and poke around the preset templates. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really awfully boring now, i hardly step out of the office in the day and when i get home in the evening, i just have dinner and watch dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right i'll try to blog bout more interesting stuff when i get more of a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-8567578876097430597?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/8567578876097430597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-miss-slack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/8567578876097430597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/8567578876097430597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-miss-slack.html' title='Little Miss Slack'/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3491490076895388204.post-2239876200669651593</id><published>2009-06-03T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:33:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*Mzk5MjcyOTYwNyZwdD*xMjQzOTkyNzc*MTA1JnA9NjAxMTgyJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1kZmFiYWMzNWRiYTY*NTk2YjM2ZTg1YzkzOTI4ZTBhOA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; table, tr, td { background-color:transparent; border:none; border-width:0;} body { 	background-image:url('http://www.layoutstar.com/images/allbackgrounds/bgs/pattern/pattern_26.gif'); 	background-attachment:fixed; 	background-repeat:repeat;         }         &lt;/style&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.allbackgrounds.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.layoutstar.com/images/allbackgrounds/button.jpg" style="position:absolute;left:0;top:100;font-family:verdana;font-size:8pt" alt="myspace backgrounds"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.allbackgrounds.com"&gt;Myspace Backgrounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3491490076895388204-2239876200669651593?l=papipupepon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/feeds/2239876200669651593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/table-tr-td-background-colortransparent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/2239876200669651593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3491490076895388204/posts/default/2239876200669651593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papipupepon.blogspot.com/2009/06/table-tr-td-background-colortransparent.html' title=''/><author><name>adeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03094349744385648532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
