<?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-26722843</id><updated>2011-09-05T16:49:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazzy Wazzy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-117540783607386699</id><published>2007-04-01T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:10:36.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading a confused life is confusing sometimes.</title><content type='html'>I've been up in my neck this sem, mostly troubled by school related stuff. My home is my only consolation and recluse right now. Just the other night, I was surprised at how quick I was at getting home. The moment I walked out of the mrt, I brisked walked all the way back home. When I finally reached the doorstep, I felt like I just let down a 20 year old burden. I walked in to find the familiar sight of my dad clicking away on his laptop, my mum lazing on the sofa watching some serial drama and my brother absent from home, probably coz he wanted to escape from my mum haha. And immediately I felt like running to them and hugging them. But I didnt. I just walked straight for my room, put down my stuff and went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly very expressive when it comes to declaring my love for the most important people in my life. I never ever tell my parents that I love them, never thank my dad for being the best dad in the world, never show gratitude to my mum for all the fruits and bird nest she forces me to bring to hall, never tell my brother how irritating he is but yet important to me, never tell my best friends that they are actually my bestest friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being terribly random here. Returning to blog after 6 months and the first entry is this boring post about my thoughts. I'm not sure lah ok. Not sure of what I'm doing, not sure of what I'm studying for, Not sure of my career prospects, not sure of my life, not sure of the future, not sure of everything that comes my way now. Ask me if I want apples or oranges and I will tell u I'm not sure. Ask me if Brad Pitt or Marilyn Manson is cuter I will tell you Im not sure. Ask me anything and the result is the same. I AM NOT FUCKING SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different note, here are some pictures. Random indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7420/2799/1600/165618/IMG_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7420/2799/200/918769/IMG_1184.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7420/2799/1600/707699/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7420/2799/320/101126/IMG_1265.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggh. The rest look like crap so I shall not post them up. Afterall, who wants their ugly pics to be published.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-117540783607386699?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/117540783607386699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=117540783607386699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/117540783607386699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/117540783607386699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2007/04/leading-confused-life-is-confusing.html' title='Leading a confused life is confusing sometimes.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-116171812173541776</id><published>2006-10-25T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T03:28:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless.</title><content type='html'>You know when you are restless. It is when you simply cannot sti still and do one thing for 5 mins. I've been doing a variety of things for the past half hour that I think I am just too bored simply. First I sit down and tried reading my company law text. 5 minutes later I am switched off the lights, lay on my bed and watched the butterfly effect 2. 5 minutes later, I decided to switch on my lights, go back to my table and watched it from there. Then another 5 minutes later, I decided that I was sick of watching it and decided to open my book to read again. 10 minutes later I got bored. So I went onto msn and tried to ask people for shows to watch. 5 minutes later I am back at my books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy hell. What a restless night. I simply cannot decide what I wanna do. Its like I thought I knew what I wanted to do already but 5 minutes later I changed my mind and did something else. How so not productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has something to do with the upcoming exams. I get really restless and distracted when I am stressed. But then again, I don't feel stressed out at all which is really wierd when I think of how much work I have to cover in the next month. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to this coming holiday. Its going to be very very well spent. A Thailand trip with the team, a possible cable skiing trip, not to the driving lessons that I am going to get. Yes, this time I will study for the stupid my basic theory and pass it. Really looking forward to spending a fruitful December hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a late night supper thingy with the "village" people yesterday night. It was fun talking to them. Never had such a long and enjoyable conversation with a bunch of people. Managed to spot John coming out of his room to go toilet haha. No, I am not his stalker. Just a person who happen to like to look at him! haha. Contrary to popular beliefs, I am actually not interested in him. Its just that there is simply no cute guy in my vicinity that I can look at every now and then! muahaha. So, where was I? :) oH yah, after yesterday's supper, I realized that everyone has their own bad side to them. Not saying that anyone I talked to yesterday is bad. We just happened to mention such a person. You can never say that someone is nice because they will show their true colours eventually. Its just a matter of time. All we need is a catalyst. Which is sad really. One moment you are this Mr nice guy and the next you are some possesive freak. Oh well. And sometimes, all it takes is just for you to make one wrong move and the whole world is on you straightaway. Haha. Poor guy. And after yesterday, I just realized that there are alot of things that I didnt know!! Oh my. I almost forgot what it was like to be gossiping about other people. haah. So I was living in my own world for the whole of this semester. Oh no. I think I need to get out of my room and start socializing. I feel like some hermit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. I have finally finished downloading Grey's anatomy. So I guess thats all for now. Tats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-116171812173541776?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/116171812173541776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=116171812173541776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/116171812173541776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/116171812173541776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/10/restless.html' title='Restless.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-116056536033271880</id><published>2006-10-11T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:16:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizing the one thing that matters to me the most after all.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever come to this sudden realization that you have already found what you were looking for all this while? And the funny thing is even though you know you might not even see the thing you wanna see anymore, you still hope for the best and fantasize about the day when you finally do meet that special thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I pretend not to see and walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will I finally pluck up that little bit of courage left in me to fight for the only shot I will ever get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you got over it, everything comes back to you just by seeing things that reminds you of the past. Its highly irritating and distracting to be reminded of a past that you never fought for but regretted later. And the best part is, unless you let go of that past, you will never allow a future into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less abstract note, (abstract coz I bet noone will know who the hell I am talking about) yesterday's performance went rather badly for me. This was the first time I actually forgot my lyrics right from the start of the performance! And to scurry off in shame after that did not helped. I was thinking of all the glam ways I could have made my exit. Like thank my frends at least who cheered for me when I forgot my lyrics. They were damn on cue I tell you haha.  Oh well, the nerves really got to me yesterday. I am still baffled at how I even got so nervous in the first place man. But I guess all great people have their "moments". ahahahahaha!! Yeah, very "great" indeed. But still. I really kicked myself for performing so badly for the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yet another uneventful day has passed. Sometimes I would really want NTU to be located in town. That way, when I have free days, I can just hop right down and do some massive damage to my wallet! hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-116056536033271880?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/116056536033271880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=116056536033271880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/116056536033271880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/116056536033271880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/10/realizing-one-thing-that-matters-to-me.html' title='Realizing the one thing that matters to me the most after all.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115908496488112822</id><published>2006-09-24T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:27:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad tempers and unecessary flareups.</title><content type='html'>I've been a snappy mood recently. Pardon me my friends if you have been a victim of my terrible mood these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself becoming more irritating. I feel changed, somehow or rather. I would flare up at my friends for some/no apparent reasons. Take Saturday's game for example. I was dealing with some singlets thingy on Saturday and other kept coming in to ask me about other stuff. Peiya came and ask me whether we had extras, bimbo asked me to return her money, haz asked me if I had larger size for the singlets. And guess what, I just flared up. I snapped at anyone who asked me sthg while I was settling the singlets stuff, telling them to "Wait can?!!" in this very fucked up way. Oh MY, I think I is going through menopause man. And this is evident on the field too. I kept screwing up moves during games and shouted at my teammates when sometimes it is my fault for not getting it. In short, I am beggining to blame others more for my mistakes than blame it on myself for screwing it up in the first place. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Lucky for me, its the holidays. Even though I have tons of stuff to clear but at least I need not go to school and attend lessons and cope with my lagging tutorials. It is time for me to get back on track and clear my thoughts before I start the second half of my school term. There has been too many things I am suspecting and too many uncertainties. It is time for me to clear those doubts one by one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115908496488112822?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115908496488112822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115908496488112822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115908496488112822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115908496488112822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-tempers-and-unecessary-flareups.html' title='Bad tempers and unecessary flareups.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-115848455408904481</id><published>2006-09-17T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:21:26.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden random thought.</title><content type='html'>edThis post is rather random and the topic concerned is kinda stale already considering that I came across this a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I am just going to post it up since I am bored anyway and it has been sucha long time since i last post. I feel a sense of responsibility towards my blog u know. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yah right :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was speaking to my good friend over a cup of starbucks coffee the other day and somehow or rather, we began to talk about relationships. So he was telling me that he has this part time"girlfriend", the title as such because his status kinda alternates between one who has a girlfriend and one who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend is considered his girlfriend because:&lt;br /&gt;1. They do normal things like a normal couple does. What they are is entirely up to ur imagination haha.&lt;br /&gt;2. He feels obligated not to "date" other girls since he is with her.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think he treats her very nice from what I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, his girlfriend is also not quite considered his girlfriend because:&lt;br /&gt;1. He does not have to answer to her. An example he gave was that he does not have to tell her where he is going and who he is going out with, even if she asks. On that same level, she does not have to answer to him too.&lt;br /&gt;2. When she asks him if she misses him, he can answer no, but in a roundabout way. The bottomline is he can still say no. Wheras for normal couples, the boyfriend has to say yes, if not the consequences are dire haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. And the most impt one is that, he told her that she is free to go out with other guys, even on a dating basis (i think) and he would not mind. In fact he says he encourages her to do so. Hmmm. Very obviously, if you are a normal dating couple, the boyfriend would NEVER ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reasons for doing so is basically just this: that it gives him enough leeway and private space given his busy time schedule and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girl doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is all I got out of him, but it was enough for me to make my own conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This would never happen to me. Not in the near future and until I change my views on how the dating scene should be like.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think that guys are more prone to the "I need my private space" mentality than girls. I mean, he is not the first one who face problems with their girlfriends because of this "private space and time" issue.&lt;br /&gt;3. Boys and men have tons of excuses when it comes to justifying their weird actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, I get his point about the need to have pivate time and space. To do his own things as and when he likes, not having to account to his gf everytime he has to go somewhere. To me, I feel that if you decide to treat a girl the way you treat a gf, you should be prepared to be accountable to her. From a female's perspective, not telling means you are hiding something and being the intuitive and suspicious half we are, sooner or later it is going to escalate into a quarrel. Of course, I am not saying to &lt;em&gt;report&lt;/em&gt; to her 24/7, but it would be nice to let her know where you are going especially if she plans to go to go out with you. That is unless if you are doing something that you know she will not like but yet not morally wrong. Or something to that extent. Which brings me to my second point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is the best policy yes, but not in the context of a relationship. Sometimes, it is better to lie than to jeopardize your relationship.When a girl misses you, just say so lah. It doesn't kill to make her happy abit. I mean more often than not, she probably just asked out of whim and it might be a subconcious thing too, for her to wanna hear you reassure her that you still love her and your relationship is still going strong. Haha, to do the thing that my friend did, which is to go in a roundabout way and tell the girl that he doesn't is suicidal. Even though he says she does not mind and she says that she is just merely asking but if she doesn't mean what she says, even ABIT, she won't bother asking I guess. UNLESS she is really doing it out of fun. But still, pacify the girl abit lahs. LIke I say, you won't lose a hair or get sick by telling her a white lie haha. Don't say you wanna stick to your morals and be honest to her. C'mon man, it is just all about making her happy wat. Why wanna make her upset just because of the "No, I do not" to that question??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the thing about asking her to date other guys? Hahah it just confirms that he is just having a more serious fling. ie. It is still a fling but he devotes more time and attention to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with this concept. To have a part time girlfriend definitely puts the guy in a very favourable condition. (and the girl too if she thinks the same way as the guy) But why part time? Feelings are very hard to control, for all you know, one day if the chick decides to put in her 100% in the relationship or subconsiously does so during her part time stint with you, then you jialat. So never engage in such a thing unless you are damn damn damn blardy sure as hell that the girl has the exact same opinion as you. The only way to be sure is if she has a past history of having such relationships haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was meant to be a short entry since i amd just taking a break from my books. I didn't realize that I have written so much crap haha! alritey, until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115848455408904481?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115848455408904481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115848455408904481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115848455408904481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115848455408904481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/09/sudden-random-thought.html' title='A sudden random thought.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115665782063305396</id><published>2006-08-27T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:51:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays. Old Friends. Familiar faces.</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Gek kheng's bdae yesterday at the new Marche. (I'm not very sure how to spell it and hence the name haha) It was a relatively fun affair, with a table full of damn nice people gathering together to celebrate another nice person's bdae. Haha. I am not kidding lah. More than half of the people sitting down there are saints. Super nice and helpful people. I personally experienced it. (coz I always bother them with my school work! hahaha) Anyway, back to her bdae celebration. It was super irritating at first coz everyone was late!!! WAHHHH...How can let the bdae girl wait for people to come one!!! Half hour some more. wah lau. When I reached ON TIME, she was there with soc tin and they were the only 2 there!! haha. The others strolled in like half hour later lahs. Totally unacceptable!! I would have killed them if they came late for my bdae celebration withought valid reason!! hahahahah. I think noone is gonna turn up for my 21st celebration now! :) And she bought her own bdae cake some more lehs!! WAHHHHHH. But the cake turned out to be falling apart, coz when I tried to cut it, all the cream, side linings started to stick to my knife! hahah. What a shitty cake. The idiotic auntie who tricked Gek Kheng into buying it. Birthday cake some more!!!! Hhaha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realize that Qiuling and Soc Tin eat DAMN little can!! They barely finished their small bowl of soup, miserable plate of salad and super thin fish. I can eat 2 sets of it!! haha. That explains their skinny frame versus my NORMAL size. HAHAH! What bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I met Wenting in town to watch "The Devil meets Prada". Its quite a nice show and I would recommend people to watch. Starring the "Princess Diary" girl and "101 Dalmations" witch. The storyline I shall not say lest I spoil the show for u guys! Just go and watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a sense of familiarity and warmth meeting up with her. I guess it is what I feel everytime I meet up with old friends. There are things about them that new friends don't seem to have. I'm not sure if it is just simply because we know them for a much longer time than others and therefore there is the time factor there or it's just we gel better with our old friends. But I always feel more of the real me than the Charlene that I use to face other people. Is it because I do not trust people easily and hence the facade? I think someone said something similar to me before. I guess it is not that I do not trust people easily, but rather I find it hard to accept others completely and treat them like a close confidante. Some people may think that I have alot of friends, but very often when I wanna ask someone out or talk to someone about personal stuff, I realize I do not exactly have an extensive list to look through. Most of the time I will dismiss the thought of talking to someone and just keep to myself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, was thinking about whether I should run for some main committee or go for exchange next year. Whether or not I go for exchange is dependent on how well I do in my second year. But I do feel that going for exchange will give me the much needed exposure and time away from my course. But at the same time, I don't wanna compromise my gpa because of that. Tsk tsk. Dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115665782063305396?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115665782063305396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115665782063305396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115665782063305396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115665782063305396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthdays-old-friends-familiar-faces.html' title='Birthdays. Old Friends. Familiar faces.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115657352062174534</id><published>2006-08-26T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:26:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to fuss over.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been thinking about whether at any one point of our friendship did I fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I like him because we were seeing each other quite a bit and therefore I had not much time to think about other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did I really really like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess it had to be the former because If i really did like him, I will be still thinking about our relationship now. Which I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a prelude as to what I am feeling so much these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life has become a tad too routine. Revolving around friends and family only. Sometimes, I have this sudden urge to find someone to lean my head on. Someone whom I can completely trust and not keep my guard against him. I guess the support u get from your friends are kinda different from those that you get from your boyfriend or other half. Ok lah, I am not desperate ok, I mean if I was I would just go out and grab already. Its just that I have reached a stage in my life when I feel that I need something other than what I already have. To go on to another level so to speak. However, it is not as easy as choosing bread in NTUC. Just look for the expiry date and type of flavour you want. There are so many things to consider at this age when looking for your other half other than just getting together with that person jsut because you have good feelings about him. I can do that when I am 14 but not now. Or am I just considering too much? Maybe I should just relac abit and just grab anyone then haha. Wah. I talk damn big man. Not as if wanna grab means can get one some more! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, until I figure this out or until someone significant comes along, I guess I just have to be content with whatever I have now and get one with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh it's so sad, oh its so sad, it's so sad when the great ship went down...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115657352062174534?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115657352062174534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115657352062174534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115657352062174534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115657352062174534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/08/someone-to-fuss-over.html' title='Someone to fuss over.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115606930669277898</id><published>2006-08-20T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:21:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsie Daisy.</title><content type='html'>I hve no idea why I used this heading for watever that I am going to say after this but I just felt that it kind of sums up watever I feel these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading chee wee's blog has made me realize that I have the same problem as him. People do not take me seriously I guess since most of the time I am just this loud, noisy, nonsensical person talking cock and making small talk all the time. Well, I can only blame myself for that since it is wat I portray I guess. The thing is, talking to someone today made me realise how silly I can sound when I do that. In the past, I thought it was funny and all but I guess sometimes there need to be a little moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just feeling a little strained these days. To keep up with people. and all that is happening around me. I guess all the politics going around are affecting me. It concludes something which I suspected a long time ago -- That I am a hermit reincarnated. There are times which I would rather just sit in my room and watch vcds/read books/do my work than go out and socialize and mingle with people. I hate it when I need to watch whatever I say, watch out for any wierd reactions etc..This not only applies talking to youngsters like us, but also adults. I think I might not make it past my 21st birthday at this rate. I will die a terrible death amidst all the politics and complicated human relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just thinking too much? Since it doesn't concern me (or so I think) then I should just take a bystander kinda attitude and watch?Even if it does involve me, I should just ignore it and adopt a "hazwana" attitude -- To be heck care abt all the gossips around u and continue to do whatever u wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this thing about people that I feel uncomfortable doing. That is to talk about someone you know of well behind their back. I mean I have done it once or twice, but after that I felt like shit. On the front we act as if we are so nice to that person but behind their backs we say some not-so-nice comments about them. HAHA. Ain't life contradictory and hypocritical? Then there is this thing about accumulative gossiping. Are people really feeling unhappy with that person or are they just joining in the fun and adding their own salt and pepper to the already overflowing bottle or do they really feel indignant about certain issues? That I will never know and will probably never find out. But I just hope that watever they say is really what is going on and not just adding on to the already tense situation.&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I went for my hall's bash yesterday and met up with the Rigel people after that. I didn't really stay long for hall bash coz had to rush off to support the Rigel paegent girl but I did stay until the paegent preview was over. It was damn pathetic can. Only 7 people from my orientation group turned up. 3 freshies and 4 seniors. Really damn sad. I can only hear myself and few others cheering for my OG's paegent people only. But oh well. I guess so as long as the contestants had fun can alr haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, meeting up with the Rigel people proved to be quite a scandalous session! haha. Turns out A is trying to chase B. haha. I will find out more details in due time. Had prata and proceeded to MOS with Jolynn, Candy Yaxin and 3 other juniors. Wah lau, that stupid clement and shaun just pangseh us outside the club and left with Zhi ern!!!! arghhhh....BIG TIME pangseh I tell u. Din even say bye to us lehs!!!! Totally unacceptable I tell u. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ok, clubbing with Jolynn's bf and his friend turned out to be quite fun haha simply because they were doing all sorts of nonsense! Like funny wriggly action all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, thats all for now. Its time for another kickass week with tutorials and lectures. I need to find some fun in them, if not it is going to be another trying semester for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115606930669277898?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115606930669277898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115606930669277898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115606930669277898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115606930669277898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/08/upsie-daisy.html' title='Upsie Daisy.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-115207484623198760</id><published>2006-07-05T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:47:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning timetable sucks.</title><content type='html'>NARBEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate planning timetable!! Especially when some people can register earlier and others later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was checking the number of slots left for my subjects and to my utmost horror, all but 1 got no more spaces already!!! Yesterday it was still a full class and today, nothing is left!!!! EVERYTHING IS TAKEN ALREADY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come double spec people get to register first?!! wah lau. Really is not discriminate against people with lesser grades lehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I check the rest of the timings, almost everything is left with no more spaces!!! Got so many people take double spec meeehhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah piangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like shit now. The worst thing is I won't be able to register my subs myself coz I will be overseas so Sari has to help me. Which means if I can't get my subs on time it will be damn hard for me to coordinate with the rest of my friends. Confirm willl be snatched up before I can do anything lors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115207484623198760?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115207484623198760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115207484623198760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115207484623198760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115207484623198760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/07/planning-timetable-sucks.html' title='Planning timetable sucks.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115193893648712403</id><published>2006-07-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:02:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the cousins!</title><content type='html'>I had my first ever "meet the cousins" session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to this coz the bunch of us only meet once a year, during chinese new year, which is really pathetic. But the good thing is when we do meet each other during that period of time, we are not strangers to one another. It is amazing how we can still talk and joke around as if we meet up every other day. Perhaps it is because we only see each other once a year and thats why we tend to cherish that few moments we have with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now everything will change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, we decided that we should meet up every now and then and not wait for that particular time of the year to see each other. I was quite surprised at how smooth our conversations went. We chatted about everything under the sun, from the usual opening topic about our school and work to stuff like our own relationships, sex and gay bars!!! Like one of them was saying how her gay friend taught her to tell whether a guy masturbates often, from the colour of his ejaculation. If it is yellow, then he doesn't do it often, but if it is white or transparent, then you will know that he does it frequently. While the rest of us were trying to digest this fact, one other cousin suddenly said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So it is like chao4 sieng1 (stale) issit?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!!!!!! hahahahah. Stale?!!I almost died of laughter. Not bad eh, for people who only meet up once a year!!! :) My older cousin even said he would bring my brother to a club next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we took our cousin-cousin relationship up to a higher level when we started talking about our own relationships, especially the more sensitive part of it, like during break-ups. It was really something that I did not expect them to share with us but when they did, I felt that it was the start of a really closer relationship for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115193893648712403?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115193893648712403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115193893648712403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115193893648712403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115193893648712403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/07/meet-cousins.html' title='Meet the cousins!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115142359242841543</id><published>2006-06-27T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:56:18.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Rugby and Camp</title><content type='html'>Yay!! I finally got a blardy jersey that I can fit in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definitely not the issue about my weight, I mean being a bit fatter doesnt mean u will always have to get a jersey that is tighter. It is custom made so therfore they should make the jersey according to ur size wat. The thing is, they ALWAYS give me the same size as peoplE like Wenhui lah, Kehui lah....They are shorter and smaller than me lors!!!! How to fit liddat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am glad that I can finally look normal and breathe properly on the field and not die from sucking in my tummy. HAHAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I think our new Taniwhas team is coming along fine. I mean, we did had a teeny weeny conflict today due to different views on how we should play on the field. Should we have proper moves and stick to it all the time or should we just play by ear? I think the main thing is we have players with different levels of skills and so the younger ones would rather stick to a fixed structure wheras the older players who have more experience on the field would rather play and react with the game. The latter obviously makes more sense coz moves don't normally work if we do not execute them properly and what happens if we cannot score with any moves we try?!! Then what, lose meh? But I guess we have to make a compromise somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a little irritated with how one particular team member reacted to the part about "random play". I know it is rather early to bitch about her since afterall it is my first training with a proper Taniwhas team but aiyo, really abit buay tahan sometimes can!! She was so adamant about playing with proper moves all the time instead of playing as the game deems fit at times. I mean that is perfectly fine since I think she normally plays with moves with her school team.(I am guessing this since she comes from a relatively young team and from her strong objections about random playing) But then hor, we are playing at club level lehs!! Cannot expect to use moves all the time, if it breaks down halfway then of course have to play according to how the defence moves! Arggggh. And that wasn't the end. After one of the older players keep re-emphasizing about random play, she got pissed off and started plucking grass violently!!! *slaps forehead* Aiyos. I felt there was no need to react so negatively to something which makes sense at times actually. A bit of attitude problem there eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of that, she is not a bad player, in fact I think she is faster than me haha, so I think we should all work this out and we will be the strongest team in our category! Really looking forward to playing with them in the Lion Red Carnival this sunday!! It is almost an entirely new team from last season since some players left and some are playing in Toas, leaving me, Jo and Chuanhui only. Like hello lors! Out of what 14 players, only 3 are left?!!! But I love playing in a new team because there are always good surprises that come out of it and it is rather exciting since we still do not know how each other play on the field yet! Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about touch rugby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry with Clemeeeennnntttt!!!!!! *ROARS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bluff me!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. How childish, but I am quite irritated ok!!! So the story goes as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He contacted me some time back to ask me if I was free to go for senior's camp. (Seniors camp is like a camp before the actual orientation camp to test out some of the games) So then the next thing people normally ask is how many other people are going right? When I asked him that, he said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, dun worry! Everybody who you want to be there will be there!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY i would think ALOT of people are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY I THOUGHT WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am damn stupid also. Should have clarified with him first!!! In the end, when he called me some time later to inform me about the details of the camp and I finally asked him, he said this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh er, its me you Shaun, me you Shaun, me, you Shaun lor!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!!! Me, you Shaun means only got what, 3 people?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had told me straight in the face, I would have slap him upside down man!!! *ROARS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah rao is, this is premeditated murder!!!!! He just sent me to my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. ok lah, I am not really THAT pissed off, just abit irritated that he had to deceive me to get me to go to camp!! I mean, truth be told, i would have still gone even if he told me the truth coz I know how blardy hard it is to get people down for something. So I can totally understand where he is coming from. BUT STILLLLLLLL...............Haiyas...clement ah clement......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still afterall the same OG one lehs. How can u deceive me liddat!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyas. And so I am going for camp still. I hope I don't die of sunburn at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115142359242841543?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115142359242841543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115142359242841543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115142359242841543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115142359242841543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/touch-rugby-and-camp.html' title='Touch Rugby and Camp'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115129964152841481</id><published>2006-06-26T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:49:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally had the energy to upload my pictures and post it up here. Hmm..lets start with Waikit's 21st bdae!!! Went to his bdae party at the Grassroots Club with Shiping, Sanduo, Siongqun,Seow Hong and Royston. They are quite a funny bunch, always cracking lame jokes, so it was really interesting to be in the same table as them!! hahah. Anws, I felt like attending a wedding dinner that night!! hahah, coz upon reaching there, we had to sign this huge card for Waikit, like signing in before entering the wedding venue, less all the girls in pretty gowns and guys in handsome tuxedos. Oh, and luckily we did not need to give ang pao money. hahahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0709_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0709_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The usual toilet shot.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EHHHH.....I took this suddenly when they turned around! haha Check out Siongqun's expression. :)&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, a redeeming shot for them.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0715.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The goofy bdae boy and his angel! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0715_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry Waikit!! I always thought that u felt like goofy....hahahaaaaa...&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;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Group shot 1.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so we took another photo coz Siong Qun say we did not look "family" enough. Haha, watever that means lah!!!&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;Actually. I have a video of Sanduo dirty dancing with the bdae boy. Or rather, him dirty dancing against waikit, since Waikit was supposed to be the pole. But, I can't upload it here!! haha, wasted.&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met up with my OG for hall camp to discuss about the video we had to do for orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My OGL. Haha, I realise I din take with the rest of the group coz they were sitting acorss from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met up with the class people at town for dinner!! We were supposed to go Fisherman village but it was too far for some. SIGHS. Thought we could be more adventurous and try out other places instead of meeting in town all the time, and Fisherman is near the beach ok!! SO romantic. Bah. But no matter, we had good company, so thats more important!!And Huishan is baccck!!! I finally saw her after soooo long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way to NYDC at Wheelock,(we had to go there coz Mr Alan Tan Zheni parked near Lido and he did not wanna walk so far to get his car later......wah lau... damn lazy sia!) we saw Marcus and his dad! So cool, I never go shopping with my parents anymore. And after we left him, 10 m down the underpass, we saw Diyang!! Hahah, wat a coincidence!!And as usual, he started his ,"Charlene, u are so *beep*!!!!" *side stares* WAH LAU. Everytime one lehs, the last time we saw him at Pizza Walker also the same thing. He and his brother sommore!!!! Double Trouble. Arghh. So traumatising man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we had to take a shot together, since Alan said it was because of me that we always meet diyang in Orchard. WTH.......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the mister claimed he looked damn handsome. I leave it up to u guys to judge la huh!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the left we have the not-so-cute gang headed by Miss Hippy Huang and ending with Mr Act-Cool Tan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! Sorry for the "hippy" part, I jsut thought it kinda rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0727.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0727.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on the riiiiight, we have the Beauty and the Beasts headed by yours truly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the ghost hand from our enemy gang, trying to sabo our photo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DIDN'T TAKE A GROUP SHOT!!!!! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am halfway through my long holidays and I haven't done anything constructive!! Unless u call completing one more elective, shopping and meeting up with friends constructive. Bah. But nvm. The best part of my hols is yet to be over!!! Starting with the Bangkok trip next week and the orientation camps 2 weeks later! WAH, I CAN'T WAIT TO GO BANGKOK WITH SHIPING, BERNARD AND ALAN!! We should give ourselves a name. Just like any other gangs in the world. Erms, how about Macheekuku? Or the 69 Incredibles? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I am going to take on next semester with my 2 favourite groups of people in school!!! YAY!!! The smart people and the slackers. hahahah. Ok, so the slackers are not so slack people lahs. Only me. hur hur. But relatively slacker than the smart gang, and thats why they qualify for the "slackers" part. Hopefully I can get the modules I want with them!!! If not really can die sia. But I think I am damn unlucky. Everytime subject registration, I will always be overseas. The last sem I was in Shanghai, this time I will be in Bangkok!! Still deciding whether should I lug my laptop to Bangkok or ask someone to do the subject registration for me. I would&lt;br /&gt;definitely prefer the latter but the thing about it is that if I don't get the classes I want, I have to wait around and keep clicking on the stupid mouse until I get the lesson I want. Wah damn blardy troublesome. :( And what a lousy system. I hate it. Haven't start school already so stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( This entry started with a happy note and ended with a dismal and uncertain element. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115129964152841481?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115129964152841481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115129964152841481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115129964152841481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115129964152841481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-finally-had-energy-to-upload-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115095223014675161</id><published>2006-06-22T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:57:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help!!! I am so busy that I can't decide between channel 59 or 60.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that I failed my basic theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blardy embarrassing is that?!!!!!!! NOONE FAILS BASIC THEORY CAAAANNNNN...WAH LAU. I can just die or something. And I am broadcasting this on my blog. :) I think deep down inside, I think it's damn cool. Its quite a feat to fail ur basic theory ok. Not everyone can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyar....somebody save me from the valleys of boreeereredoom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115095223014675161?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115095223014675161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115095223014675161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115095223014675161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115095223014675161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/help-i-am-so-busy-that-i-cant-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115094231037289455</id><published>2006-06-22T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:57:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My virgin massage experience.</title><content type='html'>My virgin massage experience wasn't as orgasmic as I thought it would be. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ticklish and painful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the masseuse was damn "open" about the areas she touched can. Some were very near the private areas and she has a knack of pressing my sensitive spots some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau. At times I feel like kicking the masseuse haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mother felt that it was good. She had a different masseuse, though I seriously doubt her definition of "good" since for her, a painful massage is a good massage. Err...not for me definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took a cab back after that, the taxi uncle was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept going on and on about how life is hard and that cab drivers cannot earn alot at all because they are controlled by the "gao ceng" (some certain "higher authorities", if you get my drift.) How true is it, I am not sure but it became quite irritating after a while when he kept repeating his point. On top of that, you could hear him cursing people with new cars, his point being that cars are getting cheaper and since more people can afford to buy new cars, there are lesser passengers on the road then. Therefore, taxi uncles cannot earn as much as they used to. Guess who he blamed again? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I am damn lucky to be living a life that I am living now, despite the fact that I keep going on about how I wanna marry a rich husband next time so that I can be a tai tai. Don't take me seriously when u hear me say that the next time!!! I say this so many times until people who know me well know that I am just jesting. (Still, it would be nice la huh haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, "she's the man" anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115094231037289455?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115094231037289455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115094231037289455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115094231037289455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115094231037289455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-virgin-massage-experience.html' title='My virgin massage experience.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115062648248058406</id><published>2006-06-18T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:28:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall 12 FOC!!!!</title><content type='html'>HELLOO!! I am back from seniors camp!!! There must be a thousand and one people who missed me riiiightt........:) Anyways, I must say I am loving my hall people more and more. They are really nice people to hang out and do stuff with and like me, they are mostly craaaazy people!! Those who are not are also kind people who can stand all our nonsense, instead of throwing us out of the window. hahah. I think this year's FOC is gonna be a BLAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FOR ALL THE FRESHIES WHO ARE THINKING OF COMING TO NTU, COME HALL 12!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first 20th bdae celebration at the camp. It was a tad bit too early though, like its still 3 more weeks before my actual birthday!! And the best thing was, it was my idea to hold that bdae celebration! Not for me of course, I meant for it to celebrate all the GL June babies. BUT, they actually added me in also, so thanks guys!! haha, attending a bdae celebration for me that I planned was quite an interesting experience!! hahahah. AND I almost signed my own bdae card too!!*slaps forehead* :) Was supposed to sign this stack of bdae cards but they didn't realize that they had left mine inside too!!! WAH RAO. Is not very smart lehsss.... hahahaha...nonetheless, I still appreciate it alot!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to seniors camp!! We were supposed to test out the games to be played at the freshmen orientation camp and the one I remembered the most was this sumo crashing game!! 2 people are to be wrapped with mattresses, and they will crash towards each otheruntil one of them topples to theground. This game is damn fun and the best thing was, they made me and Kelvin partner to duel!!!!!!!! WAH LAU. Kelvin is like how &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tiny&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; can! I am like 1 head taller than him. I felt like I was bullying a small kid. BUT, he is quite strong. When he crashed towards me, I thought I had just banged against a wall haha. Then we decided to sabo the guy who saboed us -- Leon. I pretended to crash towards Kelvin and he in turn fall backwards towards to land ont Leon! I think he totally did not see it coming and it was quite hilarious when both of them were entangled on the ground. :) This game is out to embarrass the 2 players, because when you fall down (with the layers of mattresses wrapped around you), it is quite impossible to stand up yourself. SO, you will end up rolling around in the ground looking silly trying to get up. (Which very unfortunately happened to me. SIGHS. How embarrassing man.) So, its a damn good game for FOC coz it will be a show for the seniors to watch! Muahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also stayed at Shuxian's house yesterday night with Angeline coz can sleep in air con and watch teevee!! Not like in hall, everything also don't have haha. Watched the first episode of Grey's anatomy and talked for the next 2 hours in the dark! haha, one of the must-do for girls when we have a stay over!! :) Don't say its a silly teengae game hor, one is never too young to gossip and have fun once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I guess this is it for now! Need to catch up with my beauty sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115062648248058406?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115062648248058406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115062648248058406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115062648248058406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115062648248058406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/hall-12-foc.html' title='Hall 12 FOC!!!!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115038620227542190</id><published>2006-06-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:50:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many MANY MANY good buys!!</title><content type='html'>I had lotsa fun shopping today!!!!Of course, save for my sore legs though. But still, I am very happy with my spoils today!!!! 2 tops, 1 dress, 1 pair of shoes, and some accessories, all for 130 bucks!! Quite cheap hor? mean considering I was shopping in town, so cant get any cheaper and nicer stuff than what I bought!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Erms. I forgot to look into the camera. I smiled at the mirror. Silly me.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Er. We were fooling around with a pair of boxing gloves I found discarded at the bottom of a shelf at Taka. Shiping said she had the wrong expression so we took another one.&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time she got it right. But me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look constipated can. SIGHS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115038620227542190?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115038620227542190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115038620227542190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115038620227542190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115038620227542190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/many-many-many-good-buys.html' title='Many MANY MANY good buys!!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115029035394372135</id><published>2006-06-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:05:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol. Errrr.....</title><content type='html'>I must say that the 2nd group of guys are not fantastic at all. Except for one guy in brown coat, whom I think has a nice voice, the rest either sang out of tune or were simply too boring. Haha. I know I am in no position to judge their voice quality but if a normal audience like me don't like it, (and can tell that their singing isn't that fantastic) then their album how to sell?!!!(If they win that is). Liddat I think Jonathan Leong and Paul Twohill will be one the last 2 guys standing. One can sing and the other got style, a very weird and emo one though. But I like Paul's eccentric personality!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I could have spent my time studying or watching other channels. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115029035394372135?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115029035394372135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115029035394372135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115029035394372135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115029035394372135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/singapore-idol-errrr.html' title='Singapore Idol. Errrr.....'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115027925274805956</id><published>2006-06-14T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:06:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying of boredom.</title><content type='html'>ROOOOOAR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying from memorizing all the great inventions since prehistoric times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's so boring!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun at first having to learn all of that but when the time comes to REMEMBER all the information.....haha...that's that killer I tell you. Kills all my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I had to stay at home and try to squeeze in all the facts, I missed out quite a lot these days. Meeting with Shiping and the juniors, Stella and Wenting, watching Silent Hill, trainings.....haiya. And not like I am studying 24/7 sommore. It's really hard to concentrate especially since you know its the hols and you should be ENJOYING yourself out there instead of making yourself so damn miserable mugging at home.Which makes me marvel at people who can mug one whole day and not get sick of it but carry on for the rest of the week. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYYYARRRR....I just received a call form stella to go clubbing!!!!!! I want to go!!!!! (Actually I am more like itching to get out only :( )And its her birthday some more. HAPPY 20TH BDAE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!WAH LAU. How not very timely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0292_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0293_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115027925274805956?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115027925274805956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115027925274805956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115027925274805956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115027925274805956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/dying-of-boredom.html' title='Dying of boredom.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-115011081251417851</id><published>2006-06-12T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:13:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutters.Butterflies.</title><content type='html'>OO...I am still recovering from a certain sweet experience recently...Been basking in happiness.  Just the very thought of it makes me happy for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-115011081251417851?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/115011081251417851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=115011081251417851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115011081251417851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/115011081251417851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/fluttersbutterflies.html' title='Flutters.Butterflies.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-114992269976623573</id><published>2006-06-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:10:24.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When willl I grow up?</title><content type='html'>Been mulling over some issues recently. I feel like I've wasted 20 years of my life coz looking back, I felt that I haven't done anything yet that I can feel proud of. Something that makes me feel accomplished and worth living for. Was speaking to my dad about this issue the other day and the more I said the more I felt that I needed to find a direction in life soon before I waste the remaining of my years too. Up till now, I don't even know whether my choice of studying accountancy is correct, whether it is my career choice. Friends around me start to talk about their future (in fact ever since I started uni) and they are all working towards their goal right now. Some start to work in firms that is related to what they wanna do next time and some already have big plans. What about me? I feel like a small girl still trying to grow up and fit into the "adult world". I still feel JC-ish...as in going to uni and doing all the extra cirriculum activities, be it in touch or in hall etc don't make me feel any different from when I was in JC or even secondary school. I am just basically doing the same things, only now I am older. So then, whats the point of all these?? Perhaps I am expecting too much from university life. I had so much fantasies about how my life is going to CHANGE when I go into university. How I am going to put behind me all the teenage years and move on. But, nothing's been changed so far. You might think that I can actually take part in more activities in school to enrich myself, and I have done that, but I don not feel any different! Just more time wasted and less time to study. Apart from the more frequent trips to clubs and the older friends I make, my lifestyle hasn't changed much. Not that a changing lifestyle is good but I thought it would be different and that I would be able to know what the hell I want out of my life. Yes, that's it, basically the search for my goal in life has failed. When I was younger, this problem never bothered me. But now that I am turning 20, shouldn't it be time I think about what I want out of my life? I look at some of my older friends who are working already and they are like still living in university and JC days. Living with their parents, taking money from them, working just because they can have like extra money(somewhat like a vacation job if u get my meaning) and just living day by day, with no inkling of what they want out of their lives. Yes, they have plans to get married but thats about it. How un-accomplished is that?!!! Ok, maybe some might disagree with me and say that its the way of life what, what more I want. But I am just saying that THAT is not how I want to lead my life. I am not asking for a glamarous or exotic lifestyle or anything, I am just saying I need to find that certain something in my life. I feel stifled and cooped up. I need to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just ranting lah. I bet some of it don't even sound coherent or make sense. Heck. I am too lazy to go edit it, if I do, then it wouldn't be what I am thinking already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging for my exam next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can bloggers don't leave a blardy small window for their entries!!  DAMN hard to read coz it feels so squeezy can!!! Gotta keep scrolling down every few sentence which is dann irritating and the wordings makes it hardly pleasant for reading AND most importantly, it stops people from coming back to read ur blog!!!!! So then no point right? ARGH. haha. So bitchy someone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114992269976623573?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114992269976623573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114992269976623573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114992269976623573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114992269976623573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-willl-i-grow-up.html' title='When willl I grow up?'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114975893297756117</id><published>2006-06-08T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:28:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just checked my results. And as expected, I got what I deserved. SIGHS. Averaged out my GPA for last semester and this semester and guess what. I only got 3.2. Fucking low. That means i need to get all As next sem in order to psh it up to a 4.0. Mission Impossible I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I just packed my room today and I found tons of rubbish!! 20 yrs of accumulated rubbish. Interesting rubbish though. I found lotsa stuff which I never knew existed. Took pictures for some of them. Will post them up real soon! :) Amongst the stuff I found, there were live ones too. ANTS!!!!!!! Its damn gross. I found them crawling in one line from my aircon to the floor. ARGH. Fucking grosssss!!! Creepy crawlies!!! Someone should invent a way of communicating to them. So we can tell them that humans and ants CANNOT co-exist. They should be living in trees or amongst the grass and in soil, NOT IN SOMEONE'S ROOM!!!!!! They will get a nobel prize for it. And I live on the 12th floor somemore for god's sake. How the fuck did they manage to crawl so high. And so many of them sommore. Gross. I will probably die of poisoning soon from all the Baygon that I have to sray every 10 minutes coz according to my mum, ants are damn smart. Once they know the coast is clear, they will come again or try to find some other way to get out. Therefore I have to keep spraying until they get the idea. Wat a wierd theory.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! I am finally going to Bangkok!! haha its $288 only! (including airport tax)wah quite cheap. Though we will be staying in the Mandarin Hotel which is a pretty old hotel I think. (My dad got damn kan cheong and went to ask his colleague in Thailand about that hotel haha) But it is still ok to stay in lahs, not as if I will be there for months anws. And a cheaper hotel means i got more money to spend on shopping!! wah. Can't wait sia. Heard that Ester spent 700 bucks on shopping in Thailand, like how is that possible lahs! But then again, she bought like wat 20 tops, 4 bottoms some skirts etc etc and they went to the MBK centre so it is possible I guess.Argh!!! Days faster pass!! I wanna go shoppping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping, I haven't really went walking around for the Great Singapore Sale. Anyway there aren't many sales to begin with this time so no point also. Weird. There used to be more sales previously. So yeah, saving up the money to spend it all in Thailand! Haha anyone got any shopping list? Can pass to me! I will TRY to get it for you when I am free. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO..Pictures of Shiping's bdae are up! Things got pretty funny when we went to this sleazy ktv place at Serangoon gardens. But it was damn cheap lar. We paid 8 bucks each for some 4 hrs worth of ktv. On a Sunday night sommore, and ths songs available were as good as those found in K-box so its ok. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0589.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0592.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0592.0.jpg" width="295" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0593.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0598.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0598.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bernard at one of his rarest moments. Putting all his heart and soul into the song. Look at his veins popping up. Very touching. May I add though that he zao sia (sang off key) at this point. So 100 marks for feeling, 0 marks for skill. HAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. He did not pose for this picture. I think I should be a prviate investigator. I am damn good at taking sneaky photos of people!! And at their most vulnerable moments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bernard finally realised. :) After I took all the silly shots I can possible take of him. How very very slow.&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check this out. Old school Ktv!!! No pictures one! haha. Damn sian lah, to be singing to a screen filled with moving words only. Even the English MTVs with the fugly women dancing around in ugly flower bikinis are much better to sing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silliest MTV (if u can even call it MTV) of all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0607.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0607.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never seen anyone who sing KTV sing until so stoned one. hahah!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why you cover ur face!!! Brithday girls have every right to photowhore on their birthdays you know! :)&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;Yay!! So that concludes this entry! Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114975893297756117?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114975893297756117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114975893297756117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114975893297756117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114975893297756117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-checked-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114900468759653835</id><published>2006-05-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:58:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching butt.</title><content type='html'>I think I am going to die on the field some time this week!!! Argh. Lets see ahs. Trainings every night from Mon to Friday, and on top of that NTU trainings in the afternoons on Wed and Thurs. Game on Sat. WAH LAU. After 2 months and inactivity and suddenly become so happening can die one lehs!!!!!! So my butt has been aching after yesterday's training,(like how lousy is that lahs) and I've been going home with headaches everynight (something which I cannot understand)Sighs. So all the sighs just goes to show how super duper unfit I am!!! HAIYO. Never mind, as I was telling Jo, my butt will be damn perky after one whole week of training! AHAHAA. But I must say that it is nice training with the Australian coach. His style of teaching is abit different from wat I've been taught since JC days. Its more enjoyable coz he plays really silly games (haha opps! shush. Better not let er-hem sees this) and somehow or rather it promotes team bonding. And he is a really interesting person to watch when he talks. His eyes will open until damn big and he stares directly at you! So, even though I am kinda dying from training, I still enjoyed it pretty much! haha. And its the truth lahs, despite the fact that I kept complaining on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so onto something less "touchy".(haha get the meaning? it stands for touch rugby,haha erms.) I am playing mahjong this sat! YAY! Even though I might just fall asleep on the mahjong table coz I'll be rushing down from the game and I will probably lose quite a hefty sum of money since I am playing with "gao shous". But aiya, who knows! I might just have beginners luck!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Fuck. I just realize that I am going to get my results very very very soon. Either some time this week or next week. *cross fingers* I hope I do ok!! Not aiming for As coz I know I didnt really put in effort for this semester but I just hope I won't have to retake my accounting coz if I do, it not only means I have to study it all over again, it also means I cant take the subsequent accounting modules and I will be always one step behind my peers, which suck for various reasons. SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GET A GOOD GRADE FOR MY ACCOUNTING!!!! And for all my other subs lahs. PUULLLLLEEEASSSSEEEE...*prays fervently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. Such a last minute attempt. I should have prayed like right after I finished my exams. Then maybe got more use. Now, everything's been marked and finalised already so my fate is sealed!! Oh my. Can't wait. I really can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114900468759653835?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114900468759653835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114900468759653835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114900468759653835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114900468759653835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/aching-butt.html' title='Aching butt.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114856075252916775</id><published>2006-05-25T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:40:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially declared dead</title><content type='html'>I declare my blog officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks to Taylor Hickity Tickity Pity, who very unfortunately (for us) won American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my blog dies together with American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!! How can he win American Idol?!!! WAH LAU. I buay tahan. That kate chabo can sing so much nicer than him! Not that I am feminist or something and therefore I choose to support the girl, but please lor, she can sing so much better than him. Go watch American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess sometimes such things aint that fair. If not, Chris would not be kicked out also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114856075252916775?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114856075252916775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114856075252916775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114856075252916775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114856075252916775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/officially-declared-dead.html' title='Officially declared dead'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-114806009435057432</id><published>2006-05-20T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:34:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>I am behaving more and more like a pregnant lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cravings at the weirdest hours. Like now, I feel like eating all kinds of pasta. Especially spicy crayfish pasta from Pastamania. Don't ask me why haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliveries anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114806009435057432?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114806009435057432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114806009435057432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114806009435057432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114806009435057432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114770575236026461</id><published>2006-05-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:22:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness.</title><content type='html'>I think I am a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just have too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading blogs of people who mention NTU touch rug, (there's a whole truckload of blogs to read, mind you)yeah yeah, like how silly is that huh. haha. Aiya. People have too much time mahs. And I still cant bring myself to hit the gym. People too lazy mahs. Nor read the tons of Fortune magazine piling up on my table. People too lazy again. So I'd rather spend my time reading blogs haha. Not like there's anything interesting on the topic mentioned above thought. Wasted one blardy hour doing that. Big sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. On a lighter note, I finally went down to the driving school to register for my driving test and practical! Woot. Isnt that great!! Haha. Actually if my dad didn't drive me down, I wouldn't have gone down by myself. Can't wait to complete my driving. But the bad thing is I will only be able to start my driving lessons after June 21. Yeah, thats the date of my basic theory test. Sians. COuld have taken it this Friday but I got lessons in school!!! And I can't skip it coz its the first tutorial so I figured I should go so as to get a feel of what is expected of me. BAH. So hor, bo bian, have to wait til June 21. SIIIAAAN. But never mind, looking on the bright side, at least I will be able to complete the bulk of my practical this hols. (If I squeeze in 4 lessons a week, will be damn tiring I think but what do u know! The only thing that I've got now is time!! hur hur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my dad, I was reminded of something that bimbo told me the other day at turf city. She said that my dad is damn cute lehs! As in cute handsome that kind. And she shocked me with her next sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I wanna have an affair, I would have it with ur dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erms. a bit stunning hor?!!So now bimbo is hitting on my dad huh?!! hahahHAHAHA! oK LAHS. I think what she meant was that my dad is charismatic for his age lah hor? Which is quite true I guess, considering he looked damn young for his age. Alot of my friends tell me that too. *beams* So I have a shuai shuai daddy! :) I think most people don't believe that my dad is my dad. I still remember when I was still living in our old house and people used to ask us this in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your girlfriend ahs?" (looks at my dad and then knowingly at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. It used to piss my mum off greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a similar incident happened today at the food court. I was sitting down waiting for my dad to buy prawn mee and he just walked past me.(Like how is that possible, given my size) So I had to scream "Dad, Dad, DAAAADDDD!!" before he finally turned around. And by then, at least 3 tables of people were staring at us. OK, so maybe they were staring coz I was totally embarrsing myself, by screaming in a food court, but trust me, there were some who had the That-is-her-dad-but-he-is-so-young-and-she-is-too-old-to-be-his-daughter! kinda look. I've seen that many times so I will know one when I see one. It was quite funny actually. And of course, my dad was oblivious to all that coz by then he was already drowning in sweat and looked like he can't wait to get out of that place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anways. Hope the Thailand trip with Shiping, Bernard and Alan (and any other 69 people who wanna come!!) will turn out fine!! If not, this holiday really damn wasted man. 3 month long and I didn't go anywhere. Bleha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hah. Watching Gremlins 2 on tv now and the furry thing is dancing to disco! Cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start planning outings soon. With 69, with Hermes, with uni tut, with hall peeps etc etc. Maybe. If I stop being lazy.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114770575236026461?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114770575236026461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114770575236026461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114770575236026461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114770575236026461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/laziness.html' title='Laziness.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114742776515691113</id><published>2006-05-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:17:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockroach got smell one mehs?</title><content type='html'>My dad is a funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was eating curry scissors rice, (its a direct translation from chinese coz I don't know whats the English name for it) and then suddenly he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, got cockroach smell lehs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like," What? Cockroach smell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah cockroach smell. The pork chop." (while looking at the pork chop in disgust.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?!Cockroach got smell one mehs? You mean to say u tasted cockroach before?!!!"(Looks incredulous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, cockroach got smell one wat!!!! U never smell before mehs?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er, no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HA HA HA. You lived for 20 years and u never known that cockroach had a smell?! Next time I catch one and let u smell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got into this debate into whether cockroach got smell. Actually it was more of a one sided thing on my part. You see, I've never smelt cockroach before and I did not know that it had such a distinct smell that you will actually KNOW it is a cockroach when u just smell one. So I just kept insisting that unless you tasted cockroach before, you will not know how it smell like!!!! haha. But dads are always right right? So I guessed that cockroaches really do have a smell. Haha. And morever my maid agreed with him. She must have smell one before. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114742776515691113?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114742776515691113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114742776515691113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114742776515691113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114742776515691113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/cockroach-got-smell-one-mehs.html' title='Cockroach got smell one mehs?'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114726426675514399</id><published>2006-05-10T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:31:06.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!!!</title><content type='html'>Can somebody tell me WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT TAYLOR GUY STILL DOING ON AMERICAN IDOL?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is blardy disgusting can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that he cant sing, but not good enough for the show can! That paris girl is better than him lehs!!! (And so are many others who got kicked out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dance steps are painful to watch. If anybody thinks that his dance steps are cute, you should get an eye check. Its an EYESORE hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, why does he look like 40 year old when he is like only (according to my dad) 29 years old?!!!! Can he look like his age not?!! Go get a hair dye dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really watch this season of American Idol coz I was stuck in hall most of the time doing other stuff but I thought he should be out by now!!! The last time I watch American Idol was like 1 plus month ago and I seriously did not expect HIM to be still around!!! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can America please kick him out this time?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114726426675514399?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114726426675514399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114726426675514399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114726426675514399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114726426675514399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/wtf.html' title='WTF?!!!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114726146072689763</id><published>2006-05-10T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:45:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is beautiful once again</title><content type='html'>The day has been pretty uneventful. Been lazing around watching LOST the whole day. Felt a bit messed up while watching it. Can't say why too. And when evening come, I have to listen to my dearest mother go on and on about everything in the house that seems to go wrong in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR ROOM IS TOO MESSY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE DOING NOTHING EXCEPT WATCH TV! CAN DO SOMETHING MORE PRODUCTIVE." (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello. Last I checked it was the school holidays.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(screams at the maid) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I THOUGHT I TOLD U TO PUT THE SHIRT IN THE PLASTIC BAG?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I play my fav music, all those messiness in my head seems to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found recluse finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114726146072689763?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114726146072689763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114726146072689763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114726146072689763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114726146072689763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-is-beautiful-once-again.html' title='The world is beautiful once again'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114722987960428171</id><published>2006-05-10T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:00:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever wished?</title><content type='html'>Have u ever wished that ur fav eating place is just across ur house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u were a lil smarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u had something more interesting to do other than watch tv/eat/read book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u were a lil richer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u owned a club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u could have a pet dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that ur life could be a lil more exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u had a elder brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u had a car, or a license for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u were born at a different place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u had a smaller butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u had longer and toned legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished that u had longer hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. This is what happens when u have too much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114722987960428171?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114722987960428171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114722987960428171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114722987960428171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114722987960428171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-u-ever-wished.html' title='Have u ever wished?'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114722607918556368</id><published>2006-05-10T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:27:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My virgin Chinese Porn Experience</title><content type='html'>Well this is the second time I am typing this coz my stupid computer hanged on me halfway!!!!*fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, was back in hall after buying Zinc's pressie on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy 21st BDAE Zinc!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to borrow some vcds from Laona at night coz I was simply too bored at hall!!! Didn't bring my lappie or book with me so all I could do was to stare at my messy room!! bah. Luckily Laona said he had some vcds that I could borrow. So as he was flipping through his dismal collection of vcds, I saw my favourite dino show! JURRASIC PARK 1!! ROAR...YAY!!! I really dig dino shows lehs, together with vampire and werewolves shows(Underworld!), ancient Egypt Shows and and anything to do with mysteries of the earth kinda stuff. Yup, and as he was flipping thru, I saw it!! A chinese porn vcd starring Amip Yip!! (Isnt she like some famous porn star or something?!So should be not bad hor?)He thought I didn't see, and quickly flipped to the next one, but I did! Ha-ha. I grabbed that vcd form him and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH EH WHATS THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Er....Nothing lahs. Porn only mahs. Don't think U will see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Of coz I want lahs!!! Eh lend me lehs.......Hur hur hur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Erm, ok lor" *Reluctantly pass me the vcd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was damn excited right? I mean it is my first time seeing Chinese Porn lehs!!! I ran up to Shuxian's room(coz her room got laptop) before he changed his mind about lending me, screaming along the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHUXIAN!!! I GOT CHINESE PORN FROM LAONAAAAAA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erps, I think I could hear him screaming for me to shut up from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats besides the point. :) I quickly slotted the vcd into Shuxian's laptop and guess what?! Cannot play!!!!!! Blardy hell!!!! I was so looking forward to watching it lehs!!!! :( Tried and tried to get it to play but cannot! Wah lau. Utter disppointment, I tell you. So as I was fuming at my seat, I decided to look at the sypnosis. At least I knew what the story is all about even if I cannot watch it. And guess what it said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A story of a traditional Chinese sexual experience blah blah blah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!!!!!!! Got difference between the way Chinese have sex and Americans have sex and Africans have sex and Russians have sex mehs?!! Ok, maybe the positions might be different, but what is this thing about "traditional" Chinese sexual experience?!! hahaha. Wierd. But I guess what they meant was how olden day Chinese have sex? Perhaps they were less kinky and had lesser advanced external tools to help enhance their sexual experience. Wat the hell lah, mabe if that stupid vcd could work, I will be able to tell u the difference! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did u know that the dildo existed a very very long time ago?! haha. Heres what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Historians do not know who invented the dildo but most believe that dildo’s most likely originated in Asia. Dildos have been found in China that date back as early as the New Stone Age, that's more than 12,000 years ago and most recently a tomb was uncovered from the Han Dynasty in Xian, China that was home to a rather interesting collection of dildos. Seven cast bronze dildo’s were discovered and evidence indicates that they were used by palace maids on sexually deprived imperial concubines or aristocratic women during the Han Dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also discovered in ancient China , are hand crafted dildo’s which double as works of art that are made of wood, jade, and ivory. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Wah. So hard! Must be quite painful when used.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dildo’s were wildly popular in Ancient Greece and the city of Miletus was a major dildo manufacturer of what was known in its day as olisbos, mostly made out of stone, wood or padded leather. They were made for single, lonely (and most likely lesbian) women and the lubricant of choice at that time was olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also depicted that unripened bananas were commonly used in ancient Arab and Polynesian countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking dildo discovery is the ancient African variant which was reportedly made of camel dung, coated with layers of resin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Eeeyer. Why they like smelly sex?! Personally, I would prefer scented flowers, jazz music, darkly lit room, and a hot hunk thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile, anyone who’s ever eyed their broomstick lustily may take comfort in the knowledge that in centuries past Celtic women danced beneath the full moon in the freshly plowed fields, sometimes even ritually masturbating themselves with short-handled brooms (to bring fertility to the earth before planting). Sometimes they would coat the broom stick with psychoactive drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides use for pleasure, dildos were often used in deflowering ceremonies. In some cases, dildos were attached to statues, as in the case of Priapus, a Greek god of Ancient Greece whose erect stone statue was used to pierce the hymen of young aristocratic women to better prepare them for marriage. Granted it often took a little doing, but with assistance and diligent persistence, the maiden would clamber aboard the erect member and wriggle her way to ecstasy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While some ladies were out to lose their virginity, others were seeking the blessings of fertility. For example, Ancient Egyptian women who had trouble getting pregnant believed they could improve their fertility by masturbating by moonlight atop the stone phallus of Amon-Ra. In the 1990s, the Egyptian government began posting armed guards at some of the more popular statues of Amon-Ra because Egyptian women were wearing these archaeological treasures down through many centuries of the practice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/clip_image001_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/clip_image001_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ancient Dildo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah, since I couldn't watch my Chinese Porn, I watched Jurassic Park instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park 2 and 3 were better, if I remembered correctly. Got more dino action. And the vcd sound system quite bad. Dam soft can!! Had to plaster my ear to the computer and max the computer volume before I could hear something. TAMADE. So lousy one!! Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Zhiqing and Jeanette saved my day by bringing down this really nice Korean Variety show! All the celebrities in the show are so handsome and pretty! haha. According to Wenting, normally shows that have pretty people are more popular. Can't agree more with her! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't sucha bad night afterall. We watched that till 3 a.m haha. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114722607918556368?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114722607918556368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114722607918556368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114722607918556368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114722607918556368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-virgin-chinese-porn-experience.html' title='My virgin Chinese Porn Experience'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-114700551248256396</id><published>2006-05-07T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:38:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulan.</title><content type='html'>Have u ever felt like slapping someone straight in the face before? But U can't coz it is not right to do so. Wah lua. At that point of time, u can only say DULAN DULAN DULAN DULAN silently and ignore that person completely. Or just do something that pisses that person off. Hah. Ususally that one will be more shuang and my anger will appease faster. More like coz the guilt of opposing that person will be more than enough to cover my anger.Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114700551248256396?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114700551248256396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114700551248256396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114700551248256396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114700551248256396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/dulan.html' title='Dulan.'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-114691522463644902</id><published>2006-05-06T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:07:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reappearing face and MI3!</title><content type='html'>Have u ever encountered such a thing before? Say u like this person before and u never keep contact with him for quite some time. You thought u have forgotten about him but recently u realize that u keep seeing his face around! People who look like him(or they do in your eyes at least) keep appearing around you and you cant seem to pass by each day without seeing "him" around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. Damn irritating can!! Don't wanna see also have to see!!! WAH PIANGS. I can't take it anymore mans haha. Think very soon I will start dreaming about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Ink Bar with Joyce and Zhi Hong coz apparently they had some temporary flea market set up there. But unlike any other flea market where the things are suppose to be cheap, this particular flea market is quite high class and the stuff there are not very cheap hor. Like one earring can cost 28 bucks?!! erps. But I must say that the stuff there are quite cool and artistic. Their earrings are really nice, just that I dun wanna spend so much on an earring. Besides, I will be going to Thailand so I decided I will be able to find some nice and cheap stuff there! But in the end I also end up spending 89 dollars on this dress can!! wah lau. Actually I was "hypnotised" into buying it. Coz when I came out of the "changing room" (which is by the way the bar's toilet, but it was clean and nice so it's ok haha) Some guy came up to me and took his dress away from me, leaving me kinda stunned. Then the lady who was selling the dress that I wanted to buy also came up to me and asked me if I was buying. I guess coz the whole atmosphere of that "flea market" is kinda upmarket and plus I was still caught off foot by the earlier incident, so I just said "uh yeah".WTF?!!! I was still thinking whether I wanna spend so much money on a dress since I just got scolded yesterday for overspending and before I know it, I am overspending AGAIN?!! HAIYS. To think I even tried to "freeze" my atm card yesterday by dumping it in a box on top of my cupboard. But I quickly took it out with me today JUST IN CASE i wanted to buy something. But I really had no intention of buying anything lehs! Haiys. But I still did. I think I need to have more self restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to town after that coz joyce wanted to watch MI3. Personally I don't really like Tom Cruise. I don't see whats the big fuss about him. First, he is not tall. 9I think he is shorter than me sommore). Secondly, he is NOT handsome. (According to my taste lahs, but then again there are people out there who think my au xiangs like Wang Lee Hong and Rain are not too cute too so wat the hell lahs haha) Lastly, he dumped Nicole Kidman for Katie Holmes. (Like wtf?!!How come all the "better" actors like him and Brad Pitt all dump their fab wives for some other women?! Katie Holmes is not even half as good as Nicole Kidman lehs. Although I must say Brad Pitt got himself a catch that is as good as Jennifer Aniston! Personally I prefer Angelina Jolie BUT he still dump Jennifer Aniston for her so no good also.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then wats the big idea about Tom Cruise then?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, even tho I dont like the lead actor, I think the show was rather exciting!! I was clutching onto my seat damn tightly throughout the whole show! Every scene is so action packed! Or Maybe coz the surround sound system too loud la huh, thats why every scene seems so exciting haha! So this show is highly recommended since I think it is one of the better shows around now. But no worries! Da Vinci's Code and X men is coming sooon!!!!! Waiting anxiously for their grand arrival! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114691522463644902?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114691522463644902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114691522463644902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114691522463644902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114691522463644902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/reappearing-face-and-mi3.html' title='Reappearing face and MI3!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114684673819459748</id><published>2006-05-06T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:05:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose weight can get money?!</title><content type='html'>haha. I think my mum just reached her limit. She set me an ultimatum today. She actually said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH, if u lose 5 kg in 1 month, I give u money. Want or not?"(how much, I will not disclose. but lets just say it is quite a substantial amount for a poor student like me. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is damn cute. She has just joined the ranks alongside many other parents who will give their children moeny to slim down lah, do plastic surgery lah etc. basically to let their children look the nicest and prettiest and most handsome. haha. But not too bad lahs. I get money from slimming down?!! hahahah. Maybe I will consider.(wah. I bet some of u guys must think I damn spolit. Get money to lose weight also need to consider one.) But not easy to lose weight hor?! I was thinking of the horrible period where I went on diet and ran like 5 click everyday jsut to shed off the extra fats. .... +_+....*shudders* think oredi also scared. haha. Everyday cheong beetroot until I see red colour also scared can! haha. But let me tell u this lahs. Dieting is not a good way to lose those pounds. U will put on damn fast when u jsut eat a little bit more. Look at me and u will know! haha. So the best way is to lose it off naturally. Exercise more and eat healthily. Which means no more of my fav brownie from tcc and no more my fav ben and jerry's!!!!!!.......Sians. But then it is true that when u are slimmer, everything seems much easier. Buy clothes also easy, find boyfriend also easy (wah. chao despo! :) ), play sport also can run abit faster, everytime dress up to go out wun hear her say stuff like "wah u shld slim down", every night sit down and watch tv will hear her say "slim down lahs, wait till u get to my age u will regret one"......etc etc. No peace one lehs!!!! haha. One day confirm will hear the word slim down twice. Once in the morning and once at night, excluding the phone calls my mum will make in the afternoon to tell me to "SLIM DOWN". ....... ...... Need to say so many times mahs!!! If wanna slim down means will slim down one mahs. She say so long liaos also no effect means no use lahs! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, recently my dad also joined her in her quest to get me to slim down. Usually my dad wun say anything. But now that he opened his mouth means that I seriously need to do something about it. However, he is damn smart. He uses a different tactic coz he knows that I don't really like it when my mum keeps nagging or me to lose weight. And when she does, I will purposely not do so coz I don't really like it when she forces it on me. haha. Stupid right?! Not as if opposing her will do me any good. On the contrary, I will just look bad. bleh. So, he will use the healthy approach to "attack" me and say things like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U know hor when u are not so slim,u tend to get quite a lot of health problems like *** and *** ."(the reason why i put star star star is coz I cant remember the type of illness that he said! haha so much for health advice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it usually works coz I will feel damn guilty. Guilty coz he now has to watch out for my weight amongst all the other things that he needs to take care of at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrrmmmm. So should I take up mym mum's offer? The only setback is I have to go through that gruelling exercise-see food diet regime all over again!!!! Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, perhaps this time I will really try to lose some weight. haha. But obviously SOME irritating people will say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, u after jc also say u want to slim down. 1 year later and u are still saying the same things. hahahhahahahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyas. see how lahs. Maybe I start next monday! haha. So this weekend must go cheong buffet oredi!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for losing weight.&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114684673819459748?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114684673819459748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114684673819459748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114684673819459748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114684673819459748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/lose-weight-can-get-money.html' title='Lose weight can get money?!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114683958415411848</id><published>2006-05-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:28:19.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and more pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0490.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0490.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!!! Heres some pictures for your "eye pleasure"! Actually more like I am narcissistic lahs. Wanna see my own face on my blog! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the first picture! Went out with Wenting on Wednesday and had like 3 hours to kill before proceding to Zouk. Actually before that I went to dye my hair again. I dragged her out so that I can flaunt my new hair colour! See seeee!!! Its a cool red colour! Cannot go home straight after haircut mahs. Must stick around in town abit hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anws. I suggested going to Meritus Mandarin coz Shiping said that place was quite cool. Well it is located on the 38th floor of the hotel. Really damn cool. Can overlook the whole of town! All the little lights from the top of the building! Wenting said that it felt like sitting on an airplane overlooking Singapore. We spent quite some time finding a good seat that gave the best view. We were really silly can. Walked until we realize that we were back at the lift... (coz its a circular thing u see).......wah lau.Felt so paisehs!! I mean that place seems quite high class mahs haha. Dun wanna seem sua ku up there..hah! So anws. When we finally settled down and ordered out drink, I decided to take a picture of myself! (and my drink). Well, its a rather awkard pose I must say. Why am I so stiff! haha. So I asked her to take another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0491.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0491.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is better! But why my nose seems abit beeg here. Its not my original size I swear. haha!&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0495.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0495.0.jpg"&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;This was a "sudden" shot. I was testing out my camera, trying to make the pics look romantic. But I think Wenting choked on her drink or wat. Cant really remember. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0495.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0495.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0507.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So puetty!!!!! Erm yeah so anyone who wants her number, its 9*******. For mine, well u can always leave a comment and I will respond! WHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday&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:#000000;"&gt;Went to sing Ktv with from Kok Kiong, Soc Tin and Gek Kheng, my tutorial mates from last sem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/320/IMG_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Kiong trying to find his SHE, Rainie songs! HAHA. Do you know that he is the first guy I know who only sings chabo songs?!!! WTH. HAHA. He say chabo songs nicer. Wah lau. He NEVER dian any chabo song throughout the whole 4 hour session k! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. How come she sing song need to squat one?!! Damn funny can. And check out her specs! Gleaming one! Like Cyclops! Female version! Woots! hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/cyclops2.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him to pose a fairy-like pose since he was singing one of Rainie's songs where she was dancing in a tutu. But but what is this?!!!...........Not fairylike at all can!!!!SO sitff...haha. THe second picture reminds me of an aeroplane sommore. Wau laus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he redeemed himself, by making up for his lack of style with his passionate singing! Got no style also must have feeling right?! So 100 marks in that department! Let me say this first. He did not pose this purposely for me!! haha. I took it when he was damn high singing away. Just look at his espression!!! So into the song mans. And he was singing a chabo song can. ...........Aiyos! (Lucky he doesn't read my blog. tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we met up with Zhiyong to have dinner at pastamania, after which we proceeded to tcc for some desert! yummm. Whats better than my fav chocolate brownie to end off a meal!:) So we sat around and started telling ghost stories. But somehow or rather, the ghost stories became not so funny after a while. Not that it is not scary but that irritatin Kok Kiong will surely make some stupid funny comment after the story and turn it into a joke. Wah laus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Gek Kheng was telling us how big her secondary school's male toilet is. And when she say big it is really fucking big. The size of a classroom can!!!! Her class guys will go in there and play soccer sommore. WTF!?!!!! HAHAHAH. I've never heard of anybody playing soccer in a toilet before!! Or that a toilet can be as big as a classroom for that matter! haha. On day I must really see this toilet. Then we were still saying how convenient it is to play soccer in a toilet. Pee finish can straightaway play soccer. How nice! haha. The only thing is must pee in front of quite a lot of people. But then guys wun mind seeing wat. Afterall not as if they never see when they pee in public toilets wat. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws heres all the pics for the past 2 days! I am off to watch teevee now! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114683958415411848?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114683958415411848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114683958415411848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114683958415411848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114683958415411848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures-and-more-pictures.html' title='Pictures and more pictures!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114659620220153380</id><published>2006-05-03T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T03:15:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just rediscovered my crush!</title><content type='html'>wahahaha. Not bad. Just one day of moping around at home and I re-discovered my crush!! He was my longest crush yet. Made it through my secondary school days and earlier part of my JC days. He isssss.............*drumrolls* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wang Lee Hom!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is my dream husband!!! I am already imagining him crooning to me everyday, him working on his songs, him playing on his 1001 musical instrument...And our kids! They will be sooooo pretty and handsome. haha. erms. Ok, now THAT is bringing things abit too far! haha. I sound like a crazy fan (or stalker-to-be). But how can I actually forget about this long stadning crush of mine??! Lets see ahs.....(thinks).........maybe its coz he hasnt been producing any music for quite long thats why I forget all about him. And I dun really chase after entertainment news so I lost contact with him after a while. wah excuses. But after seeing all his entertainment news today, I am excited about him all over again!!!! *gushes* Someone just said that I was acting like those secondary school girls again. But whoever said that idolism (erms is there such a word?! I made it up myself haha..) is only for primary school and secondary school people?! Hellooo...university students can also idolise people one hor. Working adults also can, aunties and uncles also can, ah peks and ah mms also can kay! Idolism aint restricted to age at all! So as long as u love their music/acting/hosting/etc u can always idolise someone! Tho I must say U have to pick people to idolise lahs. I don't think I will ever idolise people like Wang Xing Ling Cyndi(wah I CANNOT stand her can! So blardy act cute.) or people like Pan Weibo (his music doesnt appeal lahs. Its my own persoanl preferance. *must say that if not kana whack by his fans haha!* So yes. Its personal preference lah huhs.... :) Anws, who won't idolise wang lee hom?!!! He is good looking, talented (he can play alot of instrument), he can sing(wah i like his voice), he is queer(i like queer people!), etc etc. Waaaah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just asked if I will ever marry him in this life if I lose like 20 kg and become a singer too! Then kelvin say I will probably marry a "Wang Lee Hong" too! At first I was damn happy but then he say is marry someone with the name "Wang Lee Hong" only. And definitely not the "Wang Lee Hong" on tv. WTFFFFFFFFF. Hrmph. Why cannot why cannot why cannot!!!! I am damn sad. Thought even if cannot marry the original can marry the pirated one lehs. Tamade. I am damn sad lahs! haha. Never mind. One day I will find someone like him tooo! hur hur. Seems like Rain gotta take a back seat now that I rediscovered him! Sorry dear Rain! Coz I can understand Chinese songs better too lahs. Blame it on our culture differences. We can never be together, hope u understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERRRRRRRRRR. Siao Chabo. But who won't fall in love with him?! (Again, a debateble statement, but who cares? I like can oredi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, Now I wanna go ktv to sing all his songs!!!! yay! Can't wait for thurs to come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114659620220153380?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114659620220153380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114659620220153380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114659620220153380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114659620220153380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-rediscovered-my-crush.html' title='I just rediscovered my crush!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26722843.post-114655292764015855</id><published>2006-05-02T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:06:31.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with the gang!</title><content type='html'>Just finished half a tub of ben and jerry's and now I am having a headache. Damnit. Anws, since I am done with blog-reading for the day, I shall blog something on my own blog out of sheer boredom. (coz it is kinda irritating to blog when u are having a splitting headache) SO. hMM, lets see ahs. Went out with shiping, bernard and alan yesterday coz bernard wanted to "chill out" according to shiping (wahaha) and so as usual we went to town with no inkling of what to do. I suggested watching "take the lead" some dancing show (I lurve dancing shows! esp dirty dancing. damn sexy latin dancing. or issit sthg else?! hmm. sthg liddat lahs huhs. haha) budden bernard and alan werent so keen to watch it i guess. Issit just them or guys per say do not really like to watch dancing shows? hur hur. so we ended up sitting at lido eating. Me with my spicycrayfish pasta from pastamania and shiping, alan and bernard armed with their subway. Think we sat there for quite long, laughing over at my lack of hearing. Dunno whats wrong with me yesterday! Keep hearing the wrong things. Like when shiping mentioned sthg about a cute guy in dunno where, I heard it as got cute guy in lido so I was frantically looking arnd (much to the amusement of my frends) trying to spot the "cute guy". Of coz got no such things lahs so everyone ended up laughing at my desparado antics. There was this point of time where I had to answer a call and coz my earrings were too big so I had to remove them in a haste to hear what the hell the other person was tlaking about!!! wtffff. stupid 2 bucks earrings from bugis. SOOOO beeeg until I cant hear properly. Bernard said they are like ear plugs. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided that sitting arnd wasnt going to get us anywhere so we decided to go to cine to check out whether they got any more movies there. We played around with the movie posters abit (or rather bernard). Apparently bernard also quite desparado, had to settle with flirting with the chabos in the movie posterS!!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/320/IMG_0481.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiss of death from bernard! Why u wanna kiss plastic?!! Aiyos.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah rao bernard! where u think u touching?!! All her fans will smack u after they see this. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0483.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/320/IMG_0483.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shiping insisted on taking this. she say the koala bear damn funny. no choice. hur hur. was trying to look like the koala bear. failed attempt tho.&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;br /&gt;At Billy Bombers! We ended up there coz bernard and alan wanted to drink their milkshake. Its quite good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0486.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0486.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0485.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0485.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we saw a super cool BMW at the carpark! Actually I took a picture of it. But I realize got license plate so I did not post it up in the end. Wait later I kena sued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to chomp chomp after that to have supper. Actually, don't know how we ended up there for supper haha. Everyone wasn't particularly hungry and bernard ended up parking illegally sommore. I wanted to go to Mount Pleasant road after that but they didnt waant! Why liddat! So fun lehs. I havent been there for quite long and it should be quite scary to go there at night sommore. Bleh. Not fun one. In the end, all of us ended up going home after chomp chomp. Bleh. Haha nvm! next time I willl definitely force them to go with me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/IMG_0485.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114655292764015855?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114655292764015855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114655292764015855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114655292764015855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114655292764015855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-with-gang.html' title='A day with the gang!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114639646357910372</id><published>2006-04-30T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:49:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blues no more with Ben and Jerry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/logo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/200/logo1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lurve Ben and Jerry's!!!!! Its so good that even 4 consecutive days of haigen daiz cannot beat one session of it!!! woots! Before this, I was suffering from Sunday Blues (yeah laugh, u laugh, wait till u suffer from it! hah.) U know, the usual stay-at-home-but-got-nothing-to-do-so-eat-and-watch-teevee syndrome,hur hur, ok, thats MY version of Sunday blues lahs. And anws, who the hell suffers from Sunday Blues! haha Monday blues got lah, tons of people suffer from it (from primary school students to working adults), but blardy sunday blues?! hur hur. Only I will suffer from it. People like me who are too lazy to go out so pig out at home. sians. But neber mind!!! I've got Ben and Jerry's!!!! YAY! Thanks to my dad! Its just like him who will come and save his piggy daughter in distress hahaaaaaaa. So. since I am in a Ben and Jerry's mood, I went to their website to look see and extracted some receipes and what not from their website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting their top ten flavours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cherry Garcia® Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream (I just had this!!! yuuuummmmyyy)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chunky Monkey® Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate Fudge Brownie™ Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;5. Half Baked™ Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;6. New York Super Fudge Chunk® Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;7. Phish Food® Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherry Garcia® Low Fat Frozen Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;9. Peanut Butter Cup™ Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;10. Coffee Heath Bar Crunch® Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they even have their own flavour graveyard! haha. Actually I don't really know what it means but I am guessing that its some of their ice cream flavours that are no longer produced. And the list is er..abit long. haha. Anws, this part of the websitey is really interesting! Mouse over some of the tombstone (yeah, they have tombstones for the ice cream flavours that "died". Now, how cute is that!) and u will see some weird "scary" creatures come to life! hur hur. oooo scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u think that their website is just all about their history and ice cream, u are wrong! They've got online calenders and screensavers for u to download!!! coool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com//fun_stuff/desktop_stuff/"&gt;http://www.benjerry.com//fun_stuff/desktop_stuff/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWS. I think I am screwed. My mum mentioned something about updating my bank account next week. SHITEEEEEE. Then she is bound to find out that my account is left with a dismal amount of money!!!!!! OH NO. *gasps* *chews on fingernails* HOW HOW?!!! She will definitely kill me, that's for sure. The thing now is how to convince her that the money will eventually reappear in my account. haha.OK. Apart from the money that I paid for the touch rugby singlets, wat about the rest?! hmmmm..my mum's maths damn pro one. After counting abit, she will realize that I am still missing quite a fair bit of money haha. shite.I could take up some holiday job, which I am going to anyway, but how to find one that will give me the maximum returns?! How about invest in stocks?! hahah. OH great! Count my trustee teevee to come up with something at this point of time. haha. MOTHER'S DAY!!!!! I will celebrate mother's day earlier for her thens!! Make her damn happy and maybe she will be more merciful haha. wah. Damn filial eh. Trust me to make use of mother's day. hmmm. On second thoughts, it is quite bad la huh. Guess I'd better come up with something else then! bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114639646357910372?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114639646357910372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114639646357910372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114639646357910372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114639646357910372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-blues-no-more-with-ben-and.html' title='Sunday Blues no more with Ben and Jerry!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114637310797157353</id><published>2006-04-30T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:58:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much vulgarities</title><content type='html'>Wa-eh. I think I am spouting far too much vulgarities on my blog. Aiyo, girl must have some sense of propiety one, cannot always say such stuff, if not nobody wanna marry me. Now, who where did I hear that from?! hur hur. Ok lahs, so i admit i was albit pissed off 2 nights back but all is well and I am back to being to same ol' me again.The upset-but-pretend-to-be-happy-always kinda person I always am. I don't really see whats wrong with being lah actually. I mean I prefer to solve my own problems and don't like to trouble them with my friends. Not that I don't treat them as my friends, just that I've always been such a girl that it is kinda hard to tell people my troubles sometimes. But ok lah, ocassionally I will share my "troubled" love life with them and bitch about the girls that my crushes like (haha so typical). Its quite fun actually, u should try it sometimes, coz after a while u will feel less sore about ur crush liking some other chabo.tsk tsk.anws. i think i mentioned like a few weeks back that it was time to move on to greener pastures right? well, i didn't mean it when i said it that time. I guess I still like him a teeny weeny bit lahs. But now, yes, I can so totally forget about him! Its quite confirmed that he likes this other girl (they are going travelling together for god's sake) so yessssss, it is time for me to drop him completely. boohoo. But then again, thinking back, do I really like him?!!hur hur. How many people out there can actually say they like this person for sure?! There is a fine line between infatuation and serious liking lehs. I can't differentiate most of the time. If i find myself thinking about that person after 1 year, that means I really kinda like him then, not just an infatuation. But I would have to wait 1 year for me to discover that. hah. So for now, I cant say for sure I really like him but since he like some other girl why should I bother myself with him anymore? Not that he was very chummy with me in the first place. bleh. sighs. I should bother myself with people like rain. coz I know he will never neglet his fans. haha. abit outta point eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. getting bored staying at home and reading other people's blog. Neck is cramping up and fats are accumulating on my backside coz most of the time I will be lying on my bed with my laptop propped up on 2 pillows. haha. ooo. found this blog about 2 teenage gay boys. really interesting and sweet. But I guess most guys who are straight will not agree with me lahs. But just go take a look lor. No harm wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114637310797157353?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114637310797157353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114637310797157353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114637310797157353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114637310797157353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/too-much-vulgarities.html' title='Too much vulgarities'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114629658947342699</id><published>2006-04-29T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:43:09.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished reading one of my distant frend's blog. Recently I developed this wierd obsession of reading other people's blog and digging out the little bits about their love life. Albit bian tai hor? I think it has something to do with the excess time I have at hand now. Too much time oredi. Makes u do silly stuff like that. Or perhaps it ahs something to do with wierd dreams  have of late. Been dreaming of people that I hardly know. Take last night for example. I just dreamt that this guy (who is my frend's frend) sang and proposed to me on stage?!!!!!! wtf. Is this an indication of desperation?!?!!! WTFFFFF. Anws, I got so troubled over that dream (yes, troubled and not happy coz it is kinda wierd that u dream about remote people like that, even tho it is about something as nice as proposing to u) so I went online to check out why I dreamt what I dreamt. OK, heres what Sigmund Freud says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a name="#ArticleContinued"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;order to live in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a civilized society, we tend to hold back or urges and repress our urges and impulses. However, these urges and impulses must be released in some way and have a way of coming to the surface in disguised forms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One way these urges and impulses are released is through our dreams. Freud understood the symbolic nature of dreams and believed they were a direct connection to our unconscious, what Freud refers to as the id. The id is centered around pleasure, desire, unchecked urges and wish fulfillment. During our waking hours, the desires of the id are suppressed by the superego, which acts as a censor for the id.  The superego enforces the moral codes for the ego and blocks unacceptable impulses of the id. Because your guard is down during the dream state, your unconscious has the opportunity to act out and express the hidden desires of the id.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are some other interesting facts about dreams. Chew on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dreams are indispensable.  A lack of dream activity can mean protein deficiency or a personality disorder.&lt;br /&gt;2. The word dream stems from the Middle English word, dreme which means "joy" and "music".&lt;br /&gt;3. Men tend to dream more about other men, while women dream equally about men and women. (erms........sounds dubious. muahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Studies have shown that our brain waves are more active when we are dreaming than when we are awake.&lt;br /&gt;5. Physiologically speaking, researchers found that during dreaming REM sleep, males experience erections and females experience increased vaginal blood flow - no matter what the content of the dream. In fact, "wet dreams" may not necessarily coincide with overtly sexual dream content.&lt;br /&gt;6. People who are giving up smoking have longer and more intense dreams.&lt;br /&gt;7. Toddlers do not dream about themselves. They do not appear in their own dreams until the age of 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;8. If you are snoring, then you cannot be dreaming. (hah! then my mum hasn't dreamt for quite a while thens! fwah. she better not read this mans!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114629658947342699?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114629658947342699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114629658947342699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114629658947342699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114629658947342699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-finished-reading-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114624141379760514</id><published>2006-04-29T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:23:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck it. I can't seem to find tetris on miniclips. Just what I needed on this blardy Friday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114624141379760514?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114624141379760514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114624141379760514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114624141379760514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114624141379760514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/fuck-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114623912856347916</id><published>2006-04-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:05:38.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized I dun normally say it (nor show it) when I am pissed. erms. maybe I should. Its kinda hard keeping everything inside sometimes. There are times when I just wanna say&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; **** *!!!!!!*******!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (the stars werent stars previously. but coz I felt that by spelling the full vulgarity out and put it in caps AND bold seems abit too much for my blog. It IS afterall a public thing and even if I only have one reader it is still A reader. Therefore I must keep up with my good image haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, back to the topic on me not showing my pissified emotions on my dace. I cant say it outloud to people. Especially not to my frends. Even when I say fuck u or scold some vulgarities, its always in a very kidding mood. TAMADE. Its very depressing and stifling when u cant say what u wanna say. VERY VERY stressing and unhealthy. Maybe I should go for anger management classes. There are far too much pent up anger in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114623912856347916?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114623912856347916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114623912856347916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114623912856347916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114623912856347916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-realized-i-dun-normally-say-it-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114612192370970406</id><published>2006-04-27T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:12:03.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sians. I've been spending far too much money after my exams!!!! I need to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I need to find something else to do besides shopping/eating (alot)/walking aimlessly in town/lazing at home. Hmm, I should go contact that kelong guy sia and arrange some late night fishing!! haha. That is after I come back from bugis shopping today hah!. OOOO...I just finished watching this korean drama that is damn nice!!! Its unliike the usual teary weary kinda drama which u will feel all heavy after watching it. Someone dies of leukemia, some lost their memories then cannot recognize their boyfriend, some lost their parents since young and when they finally found them got some bitch who try to stop them frm reuniting, blah blah blah. Ok lah, at first it was quite interesting and the actors and actressess are normally all quite good looking. But after a while, it became kinda bland, boring and irritating to watch them. Like why are all the plots the SAME?!!! I can practically guess what the hell is going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, now she is going to backstab the girl and snatch the boy away from her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIANS. anws, the point is not to keep criticizing the other previous sad korean dramas that I loved to watch. The point is to introduce this new show to u!! Its currently showing in channel U from 6 plus onwards I think. Not very sure coz I watch the tape. The gist of the story is about this 18 year old girl who got married coz she didn't wanna go to school and because she fall in love with this 28 year old prosecuter whom she crashed into previously. So in the end they really got married coz apprently they were betrothed to each other since young. So many funny things happen like how the girl faint coz the guy finally kissed her and how she farted coz she was too nervous when the husband wanted to kiss her. Hhaha. The girl is damn funny man. And the guy is so cute in the show! I also want my husband to be like that next time haha. so heres the show! go see! Its really a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/korean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/320/korean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/korean%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/320/korean%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;P.S The title of the show is called sweet 18.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114612192370970406?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114612192370970406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114612192370970406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114612192370970406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114612192370970406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/sians.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114576926535195027</id><published>2006-04-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:14:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! I am back again! Hha. This time I studied one chap of stats before I came online k! HUR. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but still got 5 more chaps to go. :( ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aiya. relaxing! still got one more day so sure can bia finish one. Besides, it is the chap which I have studied like 3 weeks ago, so shld be quite fast lahs.hopefully I can still remember it tho. Sighs. This time round, I got no confidence of even getting Bs for my papers. THink I am going to end up with Cs if I am lucky. Bah. Which is bad coz that means my gpa is going to fall below 3?!! ARGH. NO GOOD. Think next sem onwards I am going to have more self disclipline and less commitments alr. Too much this sem until I cant cathc up towards the end sia. Wah piangs. Can u imagine I only understaood wat the hell was finally going on in FM the day before the exam?! ... Previously when I tried to learn, everything was so disconnected from one another that I din really understood what the hell was going on. Same for accounting. But then it was too late. Even tho I felt quite pleased with myself for catching up in the end but it was the day before the exams k!! I was fucking kan cheong for FM. thot I was going to suffer frm an anxiety attack and die right before I enter the exam hall. In any case, it is all over and I am only left with one more paper!! ONE MORE! WHEET. And one more thing..I am going to go thailand at the end of next week!! hur hur hur. Can't wait! People quick give me ur shopping list! If not dun regret when I come back full of nice stuffssss. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWS. heres a damn nice pic of my fav person! Its damn cool. Feast ur eyes girls, and dun get jealous guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/320/bi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114576926535195027?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114576926535195027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114576926535195027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114576926535195027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114576926535195027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-everybody-i-am-back-again-hha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114571417092963430</id><published>2006-04-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:22:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/1600/new69hilarious.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7420/2799/320/new69hilarious.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Ripped off this very funny pic of my jc class from huishan's blog. Reminded me of the good ol' days back at hc. Sighs. Boy do I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all have to move on. Don't we?Move on to experience new things in life, make new friends, go work and suffer in society, marry a rich (assuming u do)husband and have a kid or two, watch ur kids grow up and grow old with ur husband (that is assuming u dun get a divorce), and finally leave to go to heaven (assuming u go to heaven too). Sighs. Such is the boring life of a typical chabo. Perhaps if u are lucky enuff, u get to do something extraordinary like be a big shot movie star such as Rain :)and bask in stardom every other day. HMM. Maybe I can be extraordinary too and drop out of school and see where it leads me. Haha. Now THAT would be exciting. But that is assuming I get past my parents first. Sighs.Until then, I have to be a good student and mug for my exams now instead of blogging away. Sighs. Did u realize that I just blogged like less than 1 hr ago?!! Hur. Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws. I realised that language is really interesting. Have u ever felt that u can actually tell what the words mean without knowing what it is in the first place? Such as "screaming". If I were a lil kid and did not know how to spell my abcs, I would have thought that this word looks really loud. And with advance technology, I can even make the word look more resounding than what it really is. See how the word intensifies and looks different with colour and font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SCREAMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SCREAMING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(sweet, imagine a petite lil thing with long hair and huge eyes screaming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SCREAMING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(has a beachy and relaxing feel to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;(with grey it looks milder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(ok, getting fierce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMING &lt;/strong&gt;(and fiercer and louder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREEEEEEAAAAAAMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGG (&lt;/strong&gt;To the point where everyone loses their voice and sanity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HUR HUR HUR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So pointless man this entry. sighs. I am just bored...bored..bored..bored.&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/26722843-114571417092963430?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114571417092963430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114571417092963430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114571417092963430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114571417092963430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/pictures-and-words.html' title='Pictures and Words'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114570622690811732</id><published>2006-04-22T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:43:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HiHi EVERYBODY!!! Like my new look?Yeah I prefer my new look to my lusy old one. Previously, my master had to edit my html so many times before she got it correct. Dunno if she's slow at such things or html is just too complicated. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or maybe pitas is jsut hard to navigate *sniggers*)&lt;/span&gt; Anws I am jsut glad that I have found a new home!!! It is so much easy to do stuff on this new site coz everything is there for my master to click on! So I can provide u guys the most up to date news about my pretty lil master! Now, HOW GREAT IS THAT?!!! Hur hur. Do not let my master hear this, if not she will start braggin about her fantabulous looks again. tsk tsk. But then again, she is really quite pretty lah. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just that she is abit er on the plump side. hur.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I still lurve my master all the same! *GRINS*&lt;p&gt;oK, So some updates about my master. She is currently lazing on the sofa bloggin away when she should be studying. SIGHS. She is so so behind her studying lehs. Very soon, she is going to be weiming number 2. Study ONE friggin chapter a day only. Hur hur. Hope heaven bo bi and help her get good grade for her stats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(highly unlikely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Maybe I should pretend to shut down now so that she can go study. But no use lehs.  She will just watch Teevee or stare at Rain's pic on her com for the next few hours. Hur. She is absolutely crazy over that guy man. Disgusting. Wats so nice about him? Ok lah. Perhaps..&lt;p&gt; he IS a lil bit &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(ppl have dimple when he smile wor.)&lt;p&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nd a lil &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;boyish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he smiles (ppl's eyes very small..so u cant see his eyes when he smiles. BUT my master is one wierd girl who likes ppl with small eyes. eeyer.) &lt;p&gt;And he has a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bod *wheet wheet*&lt;p&gt; And he dances damn well&lt;p&gt; And most of all................i think my master and him are a greeaaat match. *whistles*&lt;p&gt;ok. my master is getting tired from watching too much teevee alr and is going off to rest hur. *receives a tight slap frm master* okok, she is going to study now lah, not rest ok, not rest. Until next time!&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/26722843-114570622690811732?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114570622690811732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114570622690811732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114570622690811732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114570622690811732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/hihi-everybody-like-my-new-lookyeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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-26722843.post-114570177405173771</id><published>2006-04-22T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:29:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post!</title><content type='html'>hur hur. this is my new blog! erms or rather this is my temporary blog until i fix my old one hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26722843-114570177405173771?l=rendezvous03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/feeds/114570177405173771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26722843&amp;postID=114570177405173771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114570177405173771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26722843/posts/default/114570177405173771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rendezvous03.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-post.html' title='First post!'/><author><name>Jazzy Wazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01025710485630441796</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>
