<?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-3278896358280844678</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:33:52.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-4322411515736488769</id><published>2011-05-11T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T23:54:10.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY MOLLY ROLLAGOPOLY! ( just because it rhymes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been WHAT?! 2 freaking years. i'm shock to even remember my blog, not to mention my password. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had another of those time where i really have nothing else better to do then read my old blog post. and THEN the feeling of blogging comes rushing in all over again. honestly, hardly anyone blogs anymore. sho sad. i remember i used to have a string of blogs that i religiously check every day and now it has dwindle down to like what 2? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't blame the fact that there are other social networks like twitter and facebook aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess what. 2-0-1-1. I'm turning 21... and this year my current new year resolution is... (hahaha. just kidding. i'm not even going to go there. goodness me. half a year has almost gone by coming to think of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having my holidays now. bout 11/2 more months to go. i've decided not to go into any 9-5 jobs this holiday cos i'm SICK of it. I've a camp facilitator job audition this coming friday and i reallyyyyy hope i can get that. being round kids of age 3-7. it's almost my dream job. (for this holiday that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be crossing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been giving tuition for about a year now. there's up and downs. and sometimes i really wanna stab myself during and after teaching. but there are times where i really have a good laugh with my kid cos their thinking and actions are so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being with them at least reminds me of how we all once were. young and innocent. the people i'm with or i see nowadays is a far cry from the young and innocent image that we all once have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who make you of you, people who bad-mouth about you. PERVERTED PEOPLE WHO ARE SICK IN THE HEAD. yeah. PEOPLE who think they are so high and mighty that they have got got to be the MOST HANDSOME GUY/ prettiest girls in the entire world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally the above paragraph is referring to only a minority or actually just a couple of person only. i stereotype not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still wonderful and beautiful people that i've met. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly think that's about that. i've ran out of brain juice as to what to type next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next wave of "enthu-ness" comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll check out nao. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4322411515736488769?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4322411515736488769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4322411515736488769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4322411515736488769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4322411515736488769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2011/05/holy-molly-rollagopoly-just-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-6456590811032246961</id><published>2010-05-15T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:30:46.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the end of my near-2months relief teaching stint at assumption. Feels reallyyyy weird that I won't be in sch on Monday, prolly lazing around the bed still dreaming awesome stuff in lala land when the clock strikes 615.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dreading my relief schedule when I see it, &lt;br /&gt;No more canteen food, &lt;br /&gt;no more one cup of deliciously sweet fruits only at 1dollar,&lt;br /&gt;no more marking of test paper and laughing at students answer,&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly no more seeing my annoying yet never failing to make laugh students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I have no idea if I should continue working. I don't like to laze around at home but neither do I want to be stuck in the office from 9-5 doing admin work. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we have a all throw in fun yet money bringing job? maybe I should try being one of those mascot. Barney in a suit or maybe even spongebob! HAHA! very different experience leh. Wouldn't mind trying if there really was one. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe if lady luck is shining on me I would find a part time childcare teacher job or or playgroup teacher! Being around little angels and prolly a few demons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, dream on aye cyr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck peeps! meanwhile let's all hold our hands together and pray that the day would come quicker where money starts growing on trees. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a little, Monday is our graduation ceremony! Awesome much?! I always childishly feel very proud when I tell people about my grad day. Teehee. It's like our time have finally come. But formal attire is sucha bother. I've decided to stop looking for them. Make do with what I have at home. Spending 60bucks on one and then having the ginormous robe covering all up? It's like pouring your money down the drain. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till Monday! Ciao outside little earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: ( ginormous is gigantic + enormous ) Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6456590811032246961?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6456590811032246961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6456590811032246961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6456590811032246961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6456590811032246961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-end-of-my-near-2months-relief.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-937287839314143021</id><published>2010-05-09T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:03:34.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S-Zb9zLcgmI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/u0KZWl6h3ic/s1600/New+Image1.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S-Zb9zLcgmI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/u0KZWl6h3ic/s200/New+Image1.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469159914756407906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for making you worried for the past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for annoying you and giving you the attitude whenever I'm peeved.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for disappointing you whenever you held high hopes for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I don't live up to your expectation many atimes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for making empty promises to you again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I lie to you many atimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for bringing me here.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the endless love that you have given me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for pampering me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for being the forgiving you.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for accepting me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you giving me a sister who would be there for me until my deathbed so that I'll never be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for giving up your youth just to have me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your gentle words and priceless advice that seem to be able to make up for all the pain I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, there's no me mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you. And love you I would til my last breath even when you're gone by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you momsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mother's day. And I hope you would enjoy the decades of mother's day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay healthy and happy, because that's all that is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always,&lt;br /&gt;your annoying daughter (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-937287839314143021?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/937287839314143021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=937287839314143021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/937287839314143021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/937287839314143021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sorry-for-making-you-worried-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S-Zb9zLcgmI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/u0KZWl6h3ic/s72-c/New+Image1.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-2974891204481804439</id><published>2010-04-27T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:59:43.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i don't like it when i overthink.&lt;br /&gt;i don't ike it when i'm over sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it when i'm insecure.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it when my self esteem is low.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bounce back up. and get unknowingly high again CYR. sleep on all the troubles tonight and "reboot" for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2974891204481804439?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2974891204481804439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2974891204481804439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2974891204481804439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2974891204481804439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-like-it-when-i-overthink.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4765426942277402954</id><published>2010-04-16T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:32:26.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been pretty caught up lately which amounted to the lack of updates. BUT nevermind. i'm here once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven got much time or should i say energy to do updates due to work. i'm still at assumption english if you didnt know. working hours are really cool to the max. i get to knock off latest at 2 and i would go home and sleep again most of the time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO its really heartening to see students acknowledging you whether it is around the school or outside of school. they'll go teacher teacher teacher and its warms my heart. it's really heartening too when they go teacher i'll miss you when you leave. its like all the effort you placed in for them makes it all worth while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there are also students that makes you wonder what is really going through their head? and its really really disheartening when you see some smart ones who can really do well but they just wanna act all cool and be a BAD boy/girl. you know cursing and swearing, trying to go against the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. blah blah blah. i guess no matter which school you go, there are always students like that. but the speech day i attended today, made me feel that you shouldn't lose all hope just because of one bad apple. you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw several of my students today going up on stage receiving their certs for being top in class or best in several subjects and even though their from NA, i really can see their effort when they try to make sense of what i'm teaching in class and especially when they go: teacher i studied for three days for this test leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being there for this entire time really was another eye opener cos you get to see students from all walks of life and all the different attitude that you see. seeing several students up on stage today also reminded me not to judge a book by its cover. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO its a longgggggg wait. and i'm still waiting hard and praying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the flea market tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outtahere. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4765426942277402954?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4765426942277402954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4765426942277402954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4765426942277402954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4765426942277402954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/04/heyall.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-202429892947390946</id><published>2010-04-09T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:01:31.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S772boLvtVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ShU2hoRpC-Q/s1600/IMG_0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S772boLvtVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ShU2hoRpC-Q/s200/IMG_0886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458070752923202898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! the cliffhanger from god know's which era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving this jumpsuit baby! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates soon! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-202429892947390946?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/202429892947390946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=202429892947390946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/202429892947390946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/202429892947390946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/04/tada-cliffhanger-from-god-knows-which.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S772boLvtVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ShU2hoRpC-Q/s72-c/IMG_0886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-5631788191668128604</id><published>2010-03-31T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:12:35.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you notice that we all live in utmost bliss but yet taking every single thing for granted? A little setback and we are down and out and it's like the world stopped spinning? We feel injustice over slight matters and whine that the world is unfair. But has the world ever been fair? Was life ever fair in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bitch about out parents because they don't let us go on overseas trip with friends, they don't let us stay out late with friends, they give us curfew and what not. But we just have to count our lucky stars that at least we still have them to breath down our back. I've just heard really sad news that one of my pri sch friend's dad had just passed away all of a sudden. All it took was a heart attack and he has vanish for good from their life. No prior symtoms whatsoever. She is as old as I am and she has a younger sister who is the same age as mine. It is time like these that really wakes you up, with life blaring it's alarm at you, reminding how bloody lucky you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know when your time on earth is up or when your loved one time on earth is up too. Have you taken the opportunity around you to tell the ones you love that you love them? When was the last time you sat down and really have a proper talk with them? When was the last time you hug them? When was the last time you hold their hands? When was the last time you kiss them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old you are, irregardless if you are 10, 20 or even 50 it's never an embarassing  to hold your parents hand or any of your loved ones. It's not embarassing to kiss your grandma. Because these are all little ways of helping you remember how lucky you are to still have the time to appreciate them. Don't wait till their gone and you realise it has been years since you held their hands or say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back at our lives and just count our lucky stars that we still have our love ones to count on. Never wait till the last moment and regret. Because ones it's gone, it's never gonna come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP uncle. And my condolences to "you" and your family. May you find strength to carry on and may god be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5631788191668128604?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5631788191668128604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5631788191668128604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5631788191668128604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5631788191668128604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-notice-that-we-all-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-6460983345388242353</id><published>2010-03-29T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:49:42.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile. Kinda caught up lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! I'm in my bed doing this on my phone, pretty inconvenient to post picture of my cliffhanger here. So gotta wait for another day before I get my hands on mr lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who've seen me last Friday, already had a glimpse of my favvv item at the moment ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some updates. Just finished week 1 of home Econs relief teaching, kinda drain occasionally. But nevertheless it's a pretty entertaining job which i really must admit pays good as well. Got extended for another week cos the home econs teacher ain't well enough to come&lt;br /&gt;back yet, happy enough with the extra income, before I decide to find a more stable-paying job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it's a really good experience to try out different kinds of job during this longgggggg break. If you think about it, it's gonna be the biggest break of our life, until we retire ( which is like a million years away). So why not make full use of it and benefit something right? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to side track a little, I admit I may not be the easiest person to be around with but if I'm befriending you, I give my 101% and no less. I take time to warm up too a person but once I've decided that you are someone I can really clique with, I pour out everything that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do admit I get really demanding and petty at times and I'm even known to be a bitch to ppl who really get on my nerves. But hey. No one is perfect  right? I come as a package. 20%demanding 20% petty-ness30 % bitchy 30% wholeheartedly yours. Take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don't judge if you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sensitive and insercurity kicks in at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking stubborn and sometimes I honestly annoy the hell out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly  hate it when ppl come in as and when they like, trample on my life, and decide they want out according to their needs. I don't do babysitting shit. so it's only stay and stay for good. Or take your stuff and get the hell outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fancy taking no for an answer because I always feel that the choice I make is the best for the situtation or I just want things my way sometimes. That's&lt;br /&gt;being a bitch and a stubborn mule all at the same time for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hidden beneath the thorns if you stay long&lt;br /&gt;enough, you'll find what you need fo'sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a little more about me for you. I only did this piece of crap cos&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep just yet and there have been things that I wanna geddit out for&lt;br /&gt;some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start hating on me all you want because I don't give a damm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really who I am take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it come as a WHOLE package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtahere. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6460983345388242353?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6460983345388242353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6460983345388242353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6460983345388242353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6460983345388242353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/heyya-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8448867303635791068</id><published>2010-03-19T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:53:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working at assumption for a week starting from next mon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'mkindanervous.(heh) BUT there is good ka-chink. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates soon lovelies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave you with a cliff hanger. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S6TvYC5j1FI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FgoFHXFVk6k/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S6TvYC5j1FI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FgoFHXFVk6k/s200/New+Image.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450744645399336018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having popeye's tmr. yeahh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's coming home tmr. double yeah ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8448867303635791068?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8448867303635791068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8448867303635791068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8448867303635791068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8448867303635791068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/working-at-assumption-for-week-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S6TvYC5j1FI/AAAAAAAAA3A/FgoFHXFVk6k/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-6173966182906453479</id><published>2010-03-18T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:08:47.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm facing a HUGE problem now. AND its annoying the hell outta me, not mentioning that the pain is torturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all have like the pain in the neck, pain in the ass (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about pain in the elbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been suffering from this sharp pain in the elbow say like since yest morning. but it wasn't much of prob since it went away the moment i woke up. i had just left it being me not sleeping properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL this morning where the pain REFUSES to go away. dammit. every single time i stretch my arms and bend it back, the pain in the elbow is almost cripping, making you go weak in the knees. NO KIDDING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like this sharp pain that goes all the way up your arms everytime you flex it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. i've been trying to figure out why it's hurting so badly. initally i thought it might have been MT. but it didnt seem like a huge possibility. since i've been doing it for a couple of weeks and the pain was only this recent. not getting to the root of the prob keeps my mind churning more all kinds of possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even consider (whispers) bone cancer. K. i bet you guys are laughing when you're reading this. BUT i'm such a paranoid person that i can't help scaring myself every single time. TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. it struck me that it MIGHT be due to this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaning my head on zee arm everytime i'm watching vids from the com / reading something on the net. you know like holding your head in your hands. only this time with one left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing that like at least 4-5 hour daily and i think that is one MAJOR contributing factor. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been trying to stop myself from doing that since i've switched on my computer. and i have to admit its pretty hard to kick the habit. speak about lazy eye, lazy arm, i have a lazy head. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope this pain goes away by tonight or at the very least tmr. since i still wanna go for more MT on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the mopping of the house. HA. i should give my mum this excuse, though i'm sure i'm about to get my head bitten off by her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. daily ranting ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta here! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6173966182906453479?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6173966182906453479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6173966182906453479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6173966182906453479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6173966182906453479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-facing-huge-problem-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2827718138172016337</id><published>2010-03-17T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:35:23.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so loving my current blogsong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paperweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some minor updates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-can't wait to get my hands on my MT apparels next week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-can't wait for zee jumpsuit parcel to arrive. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-can't wait to window/might buy some stuff/birthday present find with stinky lim tmr. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored of getting stuck at home. give me some fun stuff to do already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2827718138172016337?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2827718138172016337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2827718138172016337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2827718138172016337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2827718138172016337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-so-loving-my-current-blogsong.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4985028983418168375</id><published>2010-03-15T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:39:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 days, 44 hours, 38 laptops and netbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would never lived to see the week come to an end. ( another one of those days. yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finished working at the IT fair for 4 days. and i could swear that it was the longest longest longest 4 days of my life. honestly it didn't seem like 4 days at all. more like a week actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i thought back on the earlier part of the week, it had seemed so far away that i had a partially hard time trying to accept that barely a week had past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toughest toughest toughest job i've ever had. i almost gave up on the first day of work. it wasn't until i had close my first sale did i persuade myself to push on and pull through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing from 11-10 daily is no easy feat. trying to raise your voice with each customer because the surrounding is just to noisy ain't no easy feat either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought on the second day where you manage to get a breakthrough, luck will last with you. but it's never the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still it was a very enriching experience no doubt. i believe that in order to grow and learn something out of everything, you have to experience different things. different environment, different people. no matter how bad the experience is, you'll get something out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you pull through certain things, you come out stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. 4 days of work and i sound like i been through HELL. i would THINK twice if i'm ever ask to work at the IT fair again. you peeps can give it a try. it really ain't as easy as you think. and as money churning as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selling 5 netbooks only giving you a meagre 10 bucks makes you disappointed but at the same time it makes you wanna aim higher and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing customers coming back the second round, looking JUST for you makes its so much worth the effort. but with 5 times the effort place in, only 1 customer will come back for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving my number and name with so many customer, i only had like 1/10 of them coming back to look for me. and it makes you feel like a fool sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many different types of customers you get to interact out there and there really are some that makes you wanna swear at them so much. you have to control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some that really make you a bloody fool, going back and forth from the cashier to them and back to the cashier and then to them again just to ask for a best offer for them and they end up telling you that they don't want it. or that they'll come back again ( and you jolly well know that it wouldn't happen). makes you so mad that you really wanna throw in the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR LIKE A PARTICULAR RACE. they are just so frikin hard to serve. although you know that they'll sometimes end up buying. but just one such case will already drain you real badly. entertaining them for 30 frikin minutes when in normal cases you could have already serve 2-3 customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just really draining at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a witness to such a case. the last day, last few minutes, last customer. he bloody didnt want to give up asking more more freebies and better price when its already the best price. 4 days of IT show and we can ALL swear that nobody else got the best offer other than him. it took like half of ALL the promoters to persuade him to buy it, and i'm not even exaggerating. 6-7 of us trying to get him to take it or leave it. one "AWESOME" fella. i almost wanted to kick him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its like a true account of how it's like working at sucha fair. nothing is as easy as you think peeps (: and i advice you to think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this would be most likely the first and the last time i would be working at the IT fair. no doubt. and for all 14 promoters i can bet that it would also be the last time for at least 1/2 of them. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so enough ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; and i think this would be an interesting post to look back on the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out earthlings! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4985028983418168375?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4985028983418168375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4985028983418168375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4985028983418168375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4985028983418168375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-days-44-hours-38-laptops-and-netbooks.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2489878780492988415</id><published>2010-03-09T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:14:50.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do click on what's playing on the left hand side. very lovely song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S5YAxQeKSSI/AAAAAAAAA24/abFAS7oUgtk/s1600-h/AL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S5YAxQeKSSI/AAAAAAAAA24/abFAS7oUgtk/s200/AL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446541645586254114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if it's only me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i didn't enjoy alice in the wonderland. (BOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if it's only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i didn't think that the 3D effects were mind blowing either ( double BOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean yeahh. the images occasionally popped out once in a while but i didn't think it was that special to spent 11 bucks on a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might just be my first and last time catching a movie in 3D though. because i pretty much prefer to watch it in 2D and not feel uncomfortable throughout the entire movie. tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the plot, nahhhh. the more i think of it now, the more i felt that i really didn't enjoy the movie. i would have been better off watching percy jackson and the lighting thief all over AGAIN. (cross my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea what the entire movie was about other than alice falling into the hole, forgetting she has been there was she was younger and that she had to be the "knight" or should i say "knightness" since there isn't a female term for knight other female warrior (duh) to save the kingdom from the queen of ace. not much of a purpose for me to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i bet there are loads out there disagreeing with me saying that the film was brilliant or awesome. well i guess, dpdp. different people, different perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! i think i wouldn't be spending precious cash to catch a film in 3D from now on. or at least in the near future. because if you wanted to make a film in 3D, i suggest you should go all the way and blow your viewers off their seat by actually making the character come to life! for example the Cherice cat, since its appearing out of nowhere, wouldn't it have been better if the cat really appears to close to you or like right infront of you? and not do a miniature pop up effect from the screen. (HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all i have for now bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off with your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outtahere (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2489878780492988415?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2489878780492988415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2489878780492988415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2489878780492988415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2489878780492988415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-no-idea-if-its-only-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S5YAxQeKSSI/AAAAAAAAA24/abFAS7oUgtk/s72-c/AL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-679038865402160124</id><published>2010-03-03T15:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:16:36.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because everday feels like a weekend from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! My moneh has yet to roll in and I'm already spending it like nobody's business. Awesome crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although! To make myself feel better I would start working at fairs from this week to next week. So I'm in fact! Spending my future money. Not too bad. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY k-session with the four ladies was awesome to the maxxxxx. We were so crazy it's like we were trying to sing the house down. Dodo lim was super shock at how high we could be because there were only 4 of us. Lol! There was a period of time where we were almost all voice-less from all the consecutive three-four high screaming songs. And count on me to sing big girls don't cry by fergie afterwards. Totally was in such an akward mood that I had to skip it. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Maxwell center later was super yummylicious too! Chicken rice, oyster egg, rojak, bubbletea, sinful but very very worthwhile with the great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finshed my two days stint at the career fair. and i must say. it was a pretty brainless job. i prolly should thank the high heavens that i wasn't working on sat and sun ( because they didnt want me. due to sufficient manpower on weekends. pffft)&lt;br /&gt;i heard that work was hell. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH there is something that i really cannot bring myself to understand.my job at the fair was to at the registration counter and i had to give out vistors stickers to ppl who give me their application forms. OKAYY so. i really have ppl asking me. like the MAJORITY of them asking me stick where to stick the sticker? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello? if you're given a sticker, where would you want to paste it? your forehead? obviously you stick it on your shirt right? i mean its pretty obvious these ppl are asking for the sake of asking. i honestly don't think that their so stuck in the mud to not know where they should stick their hugeass stickers pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another observation made was that people of higher education qualification tend to be really haughty and arrogant as compare to someone with a lower education level. you slam your pen when we ask for you to fill up your address and snatch the door gift from us? it doesn't really reflect well on you does it? its really really shamful when you see a PHD for their highest qualification when they are being so barbaric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its my job to ask you for your address. do you have to make it any more difficult? by asking me for a millon reasons why do i need your address even after i have stated its for security reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singaporeans are really amusing that they make me dicover how silly and barbaric they are sometimes. not that i'm not a singaporean myself yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. my hell would most prolly start next week on thurs during the IT fair. pray for me ppl because i got freaked out by the email. the job seems. COMPLICATED. holly cow. i shan't comment more till its over. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO, muay thai has been really really fun. though i'm pretty bruised up with a hell load of blisters. every lesson i'll earn like 2 blisters (as if their awards eh. EARN) and by the time the two new blisters heal in time for the next lessons. two new one will grow. BUT i'm not complaining cos its really keepin me in good shape (or so i choose to believe) HA. i should stock up on my sports wear cos its the same'ol tee and pants every lesson but it seems that i can't bear to spent my moneh on sports apparel, choosing to splurge it on fashion items instead. (opps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly going for cyling next week with brenda. so YEAH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait to catch alice in the wonderland with sissy. double YEAH! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta here. \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-679038865402160124?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/679038865402160124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=679038865402160124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/679038865402160124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/679038865402160124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-everday-feels-like-weekend-from.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-7665050691322020739</id><published>2010-02-26T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:46:22.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years has just gone by like that.&lt;br /&gt;Three years of stress&lt;br /&gt;Three years of tears&lt;br /&gt;Three years of exams&lt;br /&gt;Three years of projects&lt;br /&gt;Three years of reports&lt;br /&gt;Three years of happy crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll all go our separate ways, and till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4jR6VlSkqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/3oLZCmfenpQ/s1600-h/six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4jR6VlSkqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/3oLZCmfenpQ/s200/six.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442830949833413282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the thorn at the back. HAHA (joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4jR6pXHM3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/TtyBLcIrtLg/s1600-h/six2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4jR6pXHM3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/TtyBLcIrtLg/s200/six2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442830955142656882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was the end of it. no more food lab, no more stephen cooker,no more log book, no more presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard not to reminisce about the past, no matter how tough it was. because it contained my blood, sweat and tears. but the one person that i will be miss seeing everyday would be no doubt. her. dodo lim (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4jTARkUbEI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0ZsjMzyL-zM/s1600-h/dodos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4jTARkUbEI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0ZsjMzyL-zM/s200/dodos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442832151346441282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bestest best companion for the past three years, though to be exact would be two. but that two years of companionship contains way more things than just two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not think i could pen down all that we've been through for the past two years in words because its indescribable. you know it, i know it. i believe its enough.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT for another relationship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody guaranteed that three years of friendship would be strong. or that person who you thought at least shared something happy with you would want to continue to share more of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because all you been for that three years for that person could only have been a life-bouy. HA. to think i tried my hardest to reach out to you. but all i've met was a cold hard wall. and the last memory that you could gave me was the worst one. and it would forever be last memory i would have of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-period-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A HAPPY NOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a brand new beginning for ALL of us. 2-0 with a new pen and paper in our hands, we'll start to write a whole new story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brand new beginning would start out with a blast on monday with a K-session with zee girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm totally in love with muay thai right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didnt know, my kickboxing class has more or less ended and i hopped onto the muay thai caravan. really intense 2 hour workout every tuesday. i'm look'in forward to it every tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many many things that i have been wanting to do but didnt have the time nor energy. but since the greatest gift right now would be the huge break, i'm gonna make full use of it to immerse myself in godknows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the main thing now is to get money rollin' in before i could start. SO YUP! i'm gonna start trying to make it ROLL in on monday. and till plans are confirmed, i'll keep you waiting. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out lovelies &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7665050691322020739?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7665050691322020739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7665050691322020739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7665050691322020739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7665050691322020739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4jR6VlSkqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/3oLZCmfenpQ/s72-c/six.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-3070568679010666290</id><published>2010-02-23T01:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:01:19.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wazzuppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final final final week of FYP. i HATE uni application process. dear mother mary its such such sucha bother honestly. that i pray that i will only have to undergo that experience once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a paranoid person that i have ALWAYS been, i tend to scare myself alot. have i send this? did i click wrongly? did it get through? tskkk. i thought NTU is already bad. who knows NUS is even worst. but who is to blame other than myself eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, the coming few months is gonna be the longest longest longest one that i will ever put through. i finally can FEEL how my dear JC friends had to undergo such nonsense. but well you would have the smart ones tearing their hairs out over which course they should pick cos all of the faculty seems to want them and then there is the other group who would be tearing their hairs out thinking if they are even gonna be excepted by at least one course. sadly i'm stuck with the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but STEEEL, couple more days before i'll have the time of my life or at least TRY to. imma gonna look for routes for moneh to roll in. i'm gonna take part in courses that i've always wanted. nowadays courses in CC are so affordable that i feel like packing my entire week with courses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, i'm almost coming to an end for my kickboxing class. 6months of kickboxing was really really fun. intense intense intense. but i'm gonna try something else as of now! muay thai. its pretty similar to kickboxing, only that you get to wear boxing gloves and hit sandbags. (ahdoi) do i sound very tomboy-ish. initally i only had muay thai in mind, but unable to find any suitable courses, i had to settle for kickboxing which is pretty similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying out loads of different things recently and still, i go for action pack stuff. YOGA is so not my cuppa tea. honestly. joice brought me to try out this bikram yoga at cityhall where you do yoga in a 40 degree celcius room. i almost died in there. not that yoga isn't fun. but its just well, not me. i got bored after the first 15mins of lesson and sweating like a piggy didn't help much as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you'll slim down quicker in that sense because you're sweating plus i guess it really tones your body looking at how tone and shapely the instructor looked. STILL not my cuppa tea. i need to be constantly occupied instead of being at peace with myself and trying to find the balance in me *shudders* hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty this pretty much concludes revival post NO 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till something awesome happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out lovelies! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-3070568679010666290?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/3070568679010666290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=3070568679010666290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3070568679010666290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3070568679010666290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/02/wazzuppppp.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-828113885352812068</id><published>2010-02-21T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:54:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL YEAH! i'm back ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4AsJRzlCWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Oc6DibGL3u8/s1600-h/IMG_0732%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4AsJRzlCWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Oc6DibGL3u8/s200/IMG_0732%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440396887773743458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well. look who we've got here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major major major haitus. and i'm finally back. like veekay says. its "holy mama cow look who's back part 2" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped blogging and keeping track of my life for about 6 months at most? i thought i would never start blogging again until i went back one random day and re-read all my old post. ALL the memories came running back. like being ditched byTT ditched for SFMA. somemone even remembered me calling him an AIRHEAD. i had no recollection at all! to all the other funny moments i had with my dad. really got me laughing at my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at then it occured to me that. HEY! maybe i should continue doing this. no matter if anyone is reading this or not, at least it allows me to backtrack on my life, reminiscing the good'ol time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! moving on ((: i kept saying that i would start blogging once my FYP is over. well its almost 3/4 or should i say 3.8/4 over. with one more week to go and the handing up of the final report. i should say we've almost offically semi-graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;application for uni is such a bother. but what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what has to do be, got to be done" - yunrong (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope things could only be for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3months of FYP, not an easy feat. i had days where i felt satisfied with (myself) and days where i thought the day would never end. but well its over.(almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prolly should start finding a route to get MONEY rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have alot alot alot of things to update but for a revival post, i think i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSED YOU GUYS. AND I'LL BE AROUND ALOT. SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-828113885352812068?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/828113885352812068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=828113885352812068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/828113885352812068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/828113885352812068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2010/02/hell-yeah-im-back-well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/S4AsJRzlCWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Oc6DibGL3u8/s72-c/IMG_0732%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-5764294160039938003</id><published>2009-09-04T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:39:15.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALRIGHTY PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've hereby announced that i'm &lt;em&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/em&gt; moving to livejournal. blogger just pisses the hell outta me. looking at the current blogger now. i've got no mood to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll shift my ass over to livejounral, after like my what. third account?! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy so join me at www.the-magichour.livejournal.com for more updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BLOGGER after some 367 post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its bittersweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, prease expect my lj to look abit kuku for the moment, i'm still learning to beautify it. might contact some experts. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm outta here! love and peace everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;yunrong. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5764294160039938003?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5764294160039938003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5764294160039938003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5764294160039938003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5764294160039938003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/09/alrighty-people-major-announcement-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-6602846142459777096</id><published>2009-09-03T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:16:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUST AS I HAVE FINISH MY FIRST POST IN LIVEJOURNAL! stupid blogger is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYVM. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind i'll just leave the webbie here. anyway who know's someday i might just shift there for good. and i'll let you guys know. (: www.the-magichour.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the meantime i shall just copy and paste the post from lj to here. too lazy to make changes to it. teehee. bear with me ppl! i'm drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. so i've got the time on my hands. i've FINALLY decided to try my hands at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. post 001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS out. *do a kallang wave* and IAP will be coming in about 1 weeks time. meanwhile, i wanna make full use of the holiday while i still have it in my grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go sentosa, kboxing, catch movies, play paintball, bring sissy to try out the omni theater .apparently the kuku her hasn't been there before.i believe she would be amaze. hoho! most importantly. i 'm so totally hyped out over kickboxing. but classes are very very hard to find. either that or the place is far ot the fees are ex. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna try my hands out at it already. so i shall cross my fingers and hope that i find one reasonable  course soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's loads of updating to do i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- IAP has been confirmed for me. and i'll be going to F&amp;N.&lt;br /&gt;- tmr morning will be some catching up session with francina before she leaves for UK. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there's some boring talk that would suck up half of my day tmr till 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- but there's steamboat-ing at night! awesome much! i'll leave my stomach empty for the day. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i think i'll stop at here. after some exciting days (i hope) i'll be back. so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tune! (: ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6602846142459777096?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6602846142459777096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6602846142459777096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6602846142459777096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6602846142459777096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-as-i-have-finish-my-first-post-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8252142389396241774</id><published>2009-09-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:49:51.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like updating but blogger is being such a bitch now. totally out of format. see already also no mood to blog ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change to live livejournal. but its like so freaking hard to use?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right. i think i'll figure something out. exams are out and activties are in. catching up with francina and steamboat at night! WOO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's NOLJA!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8252142389396241774?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8252142389396241774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8252142389396241774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8252142389396241774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8252142389396241774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-updating-but-blogger-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-364477059419047997</id><published>2009-08-08T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:26:49.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO! there's a mini long weekend ahead. but there are still work to do ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY interesting day we had today! other than the time wasting NDP celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a mini birthday celebration for munny. SUPER relief that the shoe fit. we had sucha hard time deciding on the size and looking for it. hee hee. i like the expression on people's face when they get the stuff they really wanted. and not what you ASSUME they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took photos together till we went silly. NDP celebration is dead boring. we stupidly sat there to watch 6 blahh blahh vids and listen to a mini karaoke version of the current NDP song. waste of time. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was a mini catch-up session with the horror buds! we had BBQ chicken and pat bing soo! the student meal was really worth it. plus! subway cookie. it was non stop eating this evening. and i felt guilty. shuda exercise coming weeka againa! hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder 10 years down the road when we look back and reflect, how would we feel? would we still be intouch with the usual people that we do now? or will change do its destruction once again and leave us all weary of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna catch UP soon! 3D! definately catching it with sissy. i betcha she'll love it. ME THREE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPUPANDAWAY!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! have an early night peeps! toodles (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-364477059419047997?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/364477059419047997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=364477059419047997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/364477059419047997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/364477059419047997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-theres-mini-long-weekend-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-6014354675452130966</id><published>2009-08-04T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:39:30.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not dead yet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of things to do, resutls in the decrease in updating. seriously its ALOT. i listed all of them down and i don't know if i should cry or i should cry. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw! bloody food business is over. to hell with it! never see you again. begone and begone!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are more to come. HOLY CRAP. i just realise tmr there is food chem presentation. forgot that it was tmr. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thursday there is the PDD presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faint faint faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam is just 21/2 weeks away *faints even further*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all this ends well imma have a party. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. have you ever had this kinda feeling where your head gets very very very heavy from alot of thinking. till the point you don't know what you're thinking. but it seems like there are alot of thoughts running through your head :S its just HEAVY ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet that is stress. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm! Eye candy in school is fun! like finally in my lasy year in poly teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR SMURF! muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shy and runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. &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/3278896358280844678-6014354675452130966?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6014354675452130966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6014354675452130966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6014354675452130966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6014354675452130966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-no-no.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8455340831687907068</id><published>2009-07-25T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:49:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tsk tsk. these days, flu just comes as and when it likes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i even suspect if its H1N1 since 1 out of 2 person is definately a H1N1 patient. *gasp* its been like the third time since i've been down with the flu in a week. lets just hope it goes away soon. SHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i or WE have learnt a lesson this week (: if you see a abattoir, think it looks like an abattoir, it IS an abattoir. My girls should know what i'm talking about! LOL. otherwise, be ready to track 30mins under the HOT 3PM sun to your destination. but otherwise, tuesday was a pretty fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed was NAPFA. the BIG day for guys who are going for NS soon. and for girls well just another day that we're trying to get through. ya' know what i mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday night and thursday was that awuful thigh ache. friday headed to the sch gym to work out and something hilarious happened thanks to DODO LIM. its always that case with her around. TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she forgot to bring her towel for gym even though i reminded her the night before -.= and i had to cut my towel into half which was a freebie from the yellow ribbon walk so i didnt mind. BUT we had no scissors. she only remembered it when we were outside of the sch gym. so we had to borrow a scissors from them or SHE had to. and i bet the entire gym knew what the two of us were secretly trying to do outside. they asked her twice what she wanted to cut. pffft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stepped into the gym with the same pink towel. pretty obvious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was used to explore ion orchrd. only the 3 basement level was pretty worth walking if you like me hoped moolahs fell from the tree. HAHA. but seriously what is the world getting to! shoes which i'm in love with or the "range" of shoes that i'm in love with are at such an affordable price at mitju! holy molly! i'm so in love with trendy zone at orchard central now and mitju at ion orchard! i'm so going to get a pair when i have the money one of these days. i'm definately going to be spoilt for choice *DING!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charles and keith are getting too pricey nowadays. beware of your competitors dear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats pretty much about it. boring life leads to boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week had not been all peaceful for some of us esp on thurs. lets all cross our fingers and hope that all of us and pull through this hard time. esp those with serious problems! cheer up! and let's all pray that things will get better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyeong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8455340831687907068?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8455340831687907068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8455340831687907068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8455340831687907068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8455340831687907068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/07/tsk-tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2519834601823025008</id><published>2009-07-19T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:04:42.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who the hell name themselves saetan? saetan? satan? saetan=satan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolleyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2519834601823025008?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2519834601823025008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2519834601823025008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2519834601823025008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2519834601823025008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-hell-name-themselves-saetan-saetan.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-9222900827464033569</id><published>2009-07-18T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:00:49.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL inbox these days have been such a terror. anyone feeling me out there?&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i do not know when 8mails in my inbox start giving me such heart attack. or sometimes 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it is not right when you inbox is flooded. ESP at these kinda timing. where deadlines are chasing you like bloodhounds. although there was one particular action that someone made which left me quite shock. SO if you were you to do that. then do you expect people to spoonfeed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week didnt go too well for me. like i mention in the previous post. i don't know since when have i gotten sick for the entire week. although its not some grave illness. but all this little things starts adding up and it takes a toll on you. someway or another. like two days ago, this aching headache started. that is affecting the right side of my face. literally. from my teeth, to my cheek, to my eyeballs and then to the right side of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will all this end? and give us time to take a breather. take a rest. whatever to make us feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ADD ON. SOMEHOW! ANOTHER JOB FOR A POSTER HAD JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE. freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least last night was half a day taken off to at least get my mind off sch stuff. i visited the sch's track and gym. and holly molly! the school's gym is damm bloody well high tech! to the point i almost do not know how to use their equipments there. but i realise they have several equipments that helps to tone your upper bod. awesome stuff. and it has been a long long long time. since i have seen a 4 in my weight. but i bet the dinner at night has just brought me back up to where it has started.PFFTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening was dinner at pasta mania and harry potter. dinner was pretty good with meatball pasta and some good'ol talking. movie was VERY blahh. but it's my first time to see the ENTIRE cinema full. hoho! *spoiler's ahead* (i've hidden it in white for those who dun wanna read it. very nice right :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family : Courier;color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;i thought the entire 2 1/2 hour of the show JUST focused on the lovey dovey bits of the entire story! WHATEVER HAPPENED TO VOLDEMORT?!! nothing much mentioned! but i was quite surprised harry fell for ron wesely's sister. i always thought she as another one of those blahh character in the story. pardon me because i could never find the interest to read J.K rowling books. (opps!) i think the only peak in the movie was when Albus Dumbledore died. saddest scene in the entire story and the ONLY interesting bit.&lt;br /&gt;the ending was horrendously crap. it is just another bait to make you want to see the last sequal. because the ending was super abrupt. i would have rather watched final destination, although i would never ever in my life watch such a show. TOO GORE! gore and horror is different you know. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on a lucky roll yesterday! after much waiting for the stupid woodlands library to inform me to collect the book i reserved, the time travelers wife, i found it in CCK library. randomly. i went there to find liyana only to think hey why not try my luck here since i have been searching high and low for the book right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i paid $1.55 for nothing for the reservation at woodlands. i'm never going to reserved any book ever again. apparently they have lost their book, and have order a trace place. when i first saw this i thought someone has already return the book and its place on a tray or something. after like waiting for a week, i went online and search, apparently the book is missing. wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can't WAIT to start on the book. teehee. and reader's digest randomly sent a thick story book to my house. looks interesting. woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, my sissy is going for the NDP full dress reherseal today. and guess what back in those time we had to take a school bus there and back right. and we have to wait god knows how long to reach sch becaue of the jam while coming back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW! these lucky pri school kids have an ENTIRE. look well ENTIRE MRT booked for them. what is the world coming too now?! even an mrt can be booked?! *insert shock face* apparently its book for the several pri sch around our district. so i guess they would not be caught in the jam when going home, AWESOME SHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for her goodie bag to come back it has since been what? 4-5 years since i last saw one ndp goodie bag. LOL! don't forget i'm 75% auntie. *slams forhead* HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. thats about all, a long post. till i'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-9222900827464033569?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/9222900827464033569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=9222900827464033569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9222900827464033569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9222900827464033569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-6880930829150331663</id><published>2009-07-16T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:01:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>little hi little low! little hey little ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm backkk! haven been in the best of health lately ): it seems like after least week's CTs, i have been down with a sore throat and a flu that comes and go for an entire week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, heeding all those advice i learnt last time that isotonic drink like 100plus and H2O helps to cure sore throat and from another blog that the 7-up are used as a home remedy when someone is sick back in the US. so i went trying it out too since 7-up has come out with a new au natural formula. i mean i'm like having so many excuses to drink soft drinks. why not right?! teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i basically brought it upon myself with the tummy ache. throughout the flu and sore throat. it suddenly occur to me why these few days i kept having these gastrict like pain. i guess i have been drinking all these gassy and acidic drinks on an empty stomach! so it feels like i have too much acid in my tummy which resulted in the gastrict like pain. -.= great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this huge ulcer which was incurred while i was chewing my chewing gum during the food biz paper. aggravated my condition even further. painful ulcer, painful tummy, painful throat, flu. what's next right! pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i've become really really passive recently. esp for food business. we kept telling ourselves 30% only to give ourselves the excuse to slack in certain area. WHICH is pretty true since FOOD BIZ is really really one of the most redundant-ness module EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping like check out what's new at bugis village. its been ages since i went for a kill there and orchard is making me all eggcited because of soooo many new shopping centers. esp these shoe shop at orchard central. trendy zone! the shoes there are gorgeous!! i think its the umpteen times i'm repeating this. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i have some funny things to share. but i'm really zonked out. super super ultra sleepy. i think i'll say another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working out tmr again! wooo~ burn fats and eat them back during dinner tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its HARRY POTTER TMR! and pastamania and maybe plus some icecream. how to not workout right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tSKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN BURN BURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6880930829150331663?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6880930829150331663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6880930829150331663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6880930829150331663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6880930829150331663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-hi-little-low-little-hey-little.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2903419506466482747</id><published>2009-07-14T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:47:47.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOMETIMES. you just feel like the whole world own you something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you know it's never the case&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another bout of the mood swings+bad health = verge of bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'msorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know god is always there with me. because he enlighten me with a (: on someone's t-shirt. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2903419506466482747?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2903419506466482747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2903419506466482747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2903419506466482747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2903419506466482747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4122594801275040549</id><published>2009-07-13T01:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:36:13.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;will you be sad if i'm gone one day? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY ONE HORRENDOUS WEEK IS DOWN! but another one is on it's way here ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously so STM now that its not even funny anymore. its very scary you know. its like there's something very wrong with my brain. 5 sec ago i could plan a list of things i want to do and then?! 5 secs later i forgot one or two things. its like i know there is something else. but then what is that thing?! omg. *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared luh ): Izzit too young to get dementia? *insert shock face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past common test week, i screwed up like two papers. one is CONFIRM PLUS CHOP epic failure! and the other one i'm just glad if i pass. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't anyone feel that there is a PARTICULAR lecture that seems to be going out of his/her (let's not be too obvious eh. there's always someone watching. LOL!!) way to make things difficult for us?!! if you had compare all the papers its like all the other lectures are setting the paper at a "cope-able" standard for us. or in a sense if-you-study-properly-you-ca-do-it paper. BUT this INCREDIBLE lecturer that we have seems to make it a goal, to make life difficult for us. THANKS alot to you. and i like you a lot. NOT. pfftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so studying at the lib just days before the exams makes me be aware of something. MANY people likes to eat secretly in the lib. and their way of doing it makes me want to laugh lah! its like AIYA. what for be so secretive about it; digging one piece of marshmallow from your bag cover it with your hands and force the whole thing into your mouth. or or! putting the bag on your lap, dig your hands into your bag, eat a piece of bisuit while almost trying to bury your head in the bag. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i eat openly in the lib! (and i still dare to say this out loud. TSK) thick skin right. hahaha. but hide when someone is coming lah. dun have to do things until its like you're trying to steal something when you're purely just eating! its a natural thing for human beings to eat! i bet many many people do so also. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. discretion is adviced okayy! for the above two paragraph. i'm NOT teaching you to eat in the library. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want xin wang's pineapple bread. though i wonder why they call it pineapple because it doesn't taste like one. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm getting sick. my throat is sore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: why should i care when the other party doesn't right? and it weighs more weightage for them! screw it yo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i HATE food biz.(everybodyhatestit.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/ps: don't mention the name of that particular lecturer if you're tagging okayy! eyes are always watching and you never know. i don't want to dig my own grave. and neither do you LOL. SEE LAH! want to complain also have to be a scardey cat. tsktsk. where are you guts CHUA YUN RONG! *hides face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO! *cheeky grinz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4122594801275040549?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4122594801275040549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4122594801275040549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4122594801275040549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4122594801275040549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/07/will-you-be-sad-if-im-gone-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-9214330050391572838</id><published>2009-07-06T03:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:34:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know this isn't the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly while drifting away all those started flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just cannot deny that fact that fate exist can we? or is it just another excuse made up by us to explain why we didnt get the things we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because we're not fated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-9214330050391572838?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/9214330050391572838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=9214330050391572838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9214330050391572838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9214330050391572838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-this-isnt-right-time.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2831403212630571149</id><published>2009-06-28T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:40:14.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND if you do not want to incur my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you puny faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so ready to go into details now. but i shall be kind and spare your poor soul for the moment. OR maybe i'm just trying to gather the worst things that can be said about you first before i blow up and come out with a full bitch post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is as far as i can go. taking your bloody fucked up attitude. i haven't bother you for the past years so don't make me do this. because you pretty much brought it to yourself for trying to step into my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY. if you're seeing this i hope you feel the pinch. you're a pretty fucked up person for trying to step into a person's life only when you feel happy. AND WHAT? when you're not in the mood you just fucking ignore the other party even when you're the one who brought it up first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't only come to me when you need something bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DON'T owe you a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just crawl away and step in only when you're R-E-A-D-Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just try me one more time. i swear i'll give you such a rundown you'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a flying fuck about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ROLL EYEBALLS TILL THE EYEBALLS COME AND HAUNT YOU BITCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: and look here. its not the first time you're doing this already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE: two years back this was dedicated to the same you. this is the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll SWEAR you'll suffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 18, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;Pissed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhh. if you are in no mood to speak don't okayy! nobody else is asking you to do so. and for godsake if you wanna speak. RESPONDE. damm! its tat damm freaking habit of yours UNDERSTAND. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I AM MAD. im gonna let off all my steam here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE. JOLLY WELL GET OUT OF PEOPLES LIFE UNTIL YOU REALLY WANT TO GET BACK IN AND START ALL OVER AGAIN. DON'T HAPPILY JUST STEP INTO SOMEONE'S LIFE AND TRAMPLE ON IT WITHOUT GIVING IT MUCH LESS A DAMM FREAKING THOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT IS THE WORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I AM RAGING -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2831403212630571149?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2831403212630571149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2831403212630571149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2831403212630571149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2831403212630571149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-puny-faggot.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-1584504777087813244</id><published>2009-06-25T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:11:57.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know my life's pretty much going in the same circle for the past few days that i really had zilch stuff to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleep at unearthly hours, wake up at unearthly hours, slack like nobody's business and pretend like i'm studying (when i'm daydreaming), surf the net like i have tonnes of stuff to do ( but i'm just surfing aimlessly) then go back to sleep at unearthly hours. TSKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its like a god sent present that we were given the extra week to stay home. no doubt its for an unfortunate cause due to the H1N1. heyy. i'm not going to pop champagne and be glad that we have H1N1 which grant us that extra week of holiday you know! but its just due to an unforseen circumstance that we had the liberty to get another week of holiday. SO. it means god pretty much know that we're slacking our asses off down here. and in order to save these asses, we are given another week to prepare for the CTS. *phe-ewwwwwwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would just FLY off the HDB building if CTS were next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past two weeks i just went from *OK! we have got two weeks to prepare for the CTS so lets gogogo!* --&gt; (to) * nevermind we have got so much time lets just slack for abit!* --&gt; (to) when i'm left with 1 week * ok. now its REALLYYYY the time to start* --&gt; (to) *AIYA just rest abit more lah* until i'm left with like 3 more days to the end of the week *just give up luh. no time already. i'll just study with the day comes* &lt;-- this is self destruction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy so i'm hopeful again! now with that extra week. lets ALL help me pray that i don't fall back into the same routine again. OKAYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound very ridiculously crappish today. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my brain has just melt away ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy.till then. TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1584504777087813244?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1584504777087813244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1584504777087813244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1584504777087813244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1584504777087813244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-my-lifes-pretty-much-going-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4203822481526571104</id><published>2009-06-25T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:44:46.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;happy moments, praise God.&lt;br /&gt;difficult moments, seek God.&lt;br /&gt;quiet moments, worship God.&lt;br /&gt;painful moments, trust God.&lt;br /&gt;every moment, thank God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4203822481526571104?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-1142257028640043477</id><published>2009-06-16T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:24:23.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;why do you come haunting me these days?&lt;br /&gt;have'nt i banned you and locked you up somewhere deep?&lt;br /&gt;how did you ever get out of that dungeon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be that someone. if you hadn't did what you did, i would not have to be reduce to this state.&lt;br /&gt;you came back haunting me in my dreams last night. do you know how much i yearn to see your face but all it came back was just a figury blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart pins for you, but i know it will never be. &lt;br /&gt;i tried, it fail.&lt;br /&gt;what if's are never meant to be, it'll just drive you to the edge. &lt;br /&gt;there's never a what if unless we can turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no what if, move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how do i do that if you keep refreshing yourself up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had finally gotten rid of you. but look what you have done to me.&lt;br /&gt;time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1142257028640043477?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1142257028640043477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1142257028640043477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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end yest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with dodo today cos she needa buy a pair of proper shoes for her trip! and she says i give good advice *prouds* teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that we went and caught drag me to hell. OUUUU holy mama~ the show was sure freaky as hell! i utterly enjoyed it though some parts had me laughing because the effect was super silly. i'll rate it 3.5 eyeballs over 5 eyeballs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why some say the show was crappy it definately wasn't in my opinion! watching dodo's reaction beside me was even funnier. before the start of the show, her height was near my head, as some scary trailer comes out before the show, she slides down to my shoulder height and when the show was at its peak, she was around my stomach area. if she could she would have already stick her head into her bag! AHA! scardey cat! but the show was creepy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shopped abit and i bought some ear studds. my earrings are more or less disappearing. thus the refill! hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much temptation. but i was struck with the deadly rule of not being able to shop today ): which lead to me buying my ear studs sneakily. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! the fling should really really end! monday is just about the corner. work should start! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4992034287174822358?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4992034287174822358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4992034287174822358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4992034287174822358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4992034287174822358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-my-wish-came-true-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-5263406608743473623</id><published>2009-06-14T02:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:31:27.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look beyond you and you'll find infinite possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my ______.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5263406608743473623?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5263406608743473623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5263406608743473623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5263406608743473623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5263406608743473623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-came-to-world-alone-youll-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-7429452045977244364</id><published>2009-06-13T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:26:03.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a fetish for rings. officially! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently the count is eight. with a new family member today. woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME! who can everrrr hate rings right. and i like it simple just like my new add to the collection. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know the bangles count are just about to outgrow the earrings. tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so headed down to the suntec pc fair with the family. got a new TV for the living room and i succumbed to the chocolates offer at the watson sales again. this time with 2ritter sport and 2 toblerone the white one and the dark one! teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome find at the fox and SIX sale. i found the type of simple ring that i want. you know! i can be a bitch at a sale if i want to. i want to look at the rings but the stupid person on the other side kept wanting to turn the block thingy. SO! i held on to my side for dear life. and the women just kept forcing. and i just kept holding on until she gives up. AHA! take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner time i suddenly had so much gossip to tell mommy at the table. i dunno where the outflow came from. but it just did. i was literally laughing to myself while the thoughts ran through my head. hee hee. i'm psyched up today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some unhappy stuff happened today. well i'll just wait till it blows over. i'm not sure if you saw my point of view. but never mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so holiday is left for mugging. (as if i would mug. HA!)and prolly a haircut soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drag me to hell is currently outta my list ): maybe i'll find some way to catch it. sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH. i guess thats it for my weekend fling. till something awesome happens. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7429452045977244364?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7429452045977244364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7429452045977244364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7429452045977244364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7429452045977244364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/yayy-i-have-fetish-for-rings.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8478021317046842937</id><published>2009-06-12T21:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:37:13.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been living in quite a confused state these few days. let me explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed was a schooless day - which made me felt that thursday was a friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thurs i had to go school - which made me felt kinda weird. like a friday because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i had no school - making me feel like its a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i literally went to bed and woke up trying to convice myself that its a friday. my mind kept telling me yunrong. its a saturday. its a saturday. urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how it messes with my head? pardon me for the ever-so-confused state i am in for the above paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! so. have you ever had this kinda thing where you went to bed and keep slipping in and out of consciousness. its like you keep dreaming and dreaming but you can be dreaming about 4 different dreams at the same time. and then, you keep waking up. and you have totally no idea whats reality and whats still in dreamland. its very tiring you know. you can't get the proper sleep you wanted so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest i dreamt about my mum hp ringing in the middle of the night and i didnt know i was dreaming. i was contemplating in between dreams wethear i should wake up and check? what if its a urgent call like something happen? SEE! i'm paranoid even when i'm asleep. dear lord. so in the end i woke up to check and no the phone didnt ring. and i ended up questioning myself if i was sleep walking. which i felt was pretty dumb. how can a person be sleep walking and ask if he/she was sleep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you understand the msg that i am trying to convey above? i've got a feeling that i'm not making sense. HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind! lets move on the next topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets look at my steal last sun at the bookfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJgN3b8ODI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zVSloUEiKX8/s1600-h/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJgN3b8ODI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zVSloUEiKX8/s200/DSC03061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441498977908786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO! i got these four at the price of 11. tell me who can ever hate ritter sport and toblerone. and the one at the far left. its pretty cool! its half choc and half milk choc. yummy stuff! though i end up very thirsty everytime i eat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJgNtRPbeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/N0HoM-uHnzo/s1600-h/DSC03059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJgNtRPbeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/N0HoM-uHnzo/s200/DSC03059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346441496248675810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see! what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH! look what came in my mail two days ago! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee! its the placement thing at NIE. i seem to be the only one enthusiastic about it. but never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJiVDgVzoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/VR5fCxDT_KQ/s1600-h/DSC03074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJiVDgVzoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/VR5fCxDT_KQ/s200/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443821499928194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJiU8DXQyI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/y8kgdABaego/s1600-h/DSC03070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJiU8DXQyI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/y8kgdABaego/s200/DSC03070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443819499340578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty! thats pretty much my weekly updates! till than!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BON VOYAGE to those leaving on saturday for auzzie! enjoy your trip (: though i'm jealous. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the two lucky ones who's going to m'sia! enjoy your trip too! though i'm GREEENNNN with envy esp the one who's going to berjaya time's square. HUMPH! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8478021317046842937?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8478021317046842937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8478021317046842937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8478021317046842937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8478021317046842937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-been-living-in-quite-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SjJgN3b8ODI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zVSloUEiKX8/s72-c/DSC03061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-4770819269800255359</id><published>2009-06-06T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:36:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg!!!! (cheeky grinz) i dreamt of daesung yest night! if you guys dunno who he is, well he is one of the bigbang members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me: you look pretty but the skirt doesn't suit you. initally i heard he said. you look pretty but you're ugly ): i went HUH?! den he went all shy and mumble you're pretty but the skirt doesn't suit you, it looks a bit weird from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! i gave him this 100watts smile! HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i even remember what skirt i was wearing. this orange bubble skirt that i seldom wear out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4770819269800255359?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4770819269800255359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4770819269800255359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4770819269800255359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4770819269800255359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update-zomg-cheeky-grinz-i-dreamt.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8383831350642862465</id><published>2009-06-05T16:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:34:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUST as i was about to be proud about heading to the gym after a gazallion years. (okayy two weeks to be exact), here comes an email happily informing us that our NAFA is just next month! awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its at 5 in the evening! how late can it get leh. pfftt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anw. i just finised doing my first ever! forensic report. crapped like hell as usual and the damm food chem report nearly made me suicidal with its crazy like hell questions. pffft. i slept only at 4 plus last night and as usual woked up pretty pissed to the max. adding on to that was the freaking humid weather that made me sweat even before i step out of the house. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK would be even worse for monday and tuesday. there are 4 presentation within the span of two days. awesome much? and i feel bloody unsafe about the food biz presentation.YET AGAIN. yes i might be paranoid. but i really have no idea where the other two standards are since i haven worked with them before at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With working within my comfort zone, i know what to expect and how to mentally prepare myself for it. BUT THIS! with that deadly sms that just chased all my sleepiness from me last evening. holy crap. i just pray i won't suffer a heart attack when the time comes. i doubt nobody can totally understand what i mean. because you aren't in my shoes. period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've grown to be accustomed being the one always leading and initiating so it just feel unsafe when someone else suddenly comes and take over. well. learn to deal with it chua yun rong! life was never a bed or roses to start with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more torturous day and we'll all see the light at the end of the tunnel. just 2 more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYY! on a brighter note. stinky sissy is back! well when she's away she is misses. when she's back she becomes stinky. HA! reality check! that bookworm bought 7 storybooks from china claiming that it was super cheap. AND! i cannot imagine the damage that is going to be done tmr when my mum brings her to the book fair at the suntec. AND to add on to that she has yet to start with the book i bought for her during her birthday. pfftt. if this is not an epic description of a bookworm, please educate me what is further. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bought me a *ermm* t-shirt in which she kept questioning me why didnt i wear it. apparently i had to lie to her just as not to hurt her 11-year-old heart by saying i have no proper pants to match it with. WHICH is bullcrap. AHA. you know with an 8 years gap, the fashion sense of one can be majorly different. she says EEEEEEEEEE at high waist pants that i totally adore and tell me that my maxi dress looks like a pajamas. -.= now tell me now how am i going to put that piece of shirt on? maybe one day i wake up and realise that all my clothes are gone den i'll put it on. hoho! and i suggested wearing that shirt as a home-tee but she forbade me to do so. SO HOW? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sun, before going to pick sissy up, we went out for dinner at this amazing open concept restaurant at east coast! the vista bistro. lovely place and you could feel the cool sea breeze as it is just situated very close to the sea! i didn't like the lighting though. pretty dark.i was very tempted to ask someone to turn on the lights. AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me show you that special dinner! the way they decorated their dish was an exemplary example to learn from for such a foodie like ME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice ambiance of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SijflOM5NEI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Ha-zd0pWxi4/s1600-h/SNC00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SijflOM5NEI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Ha-zd0pWxi4/s200/SNC00135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343766788435424322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sijfk5S6-hI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jtOspADetI0/s1600-h/SNC00137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sijfk5S6-hI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/jtOspADetI0/s200/SNC00137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343766782823561746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with white wine, follow by my main course, pave of salmon. it had whipped potato at the bottom with the salmon, with the skin grilled to perfection and the flesh still tender and juicy! surprisingly, the whip potato went very well with the mango sauce used along with the salmon too! yummy~ ( i'm hungry already -.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SijflRL5k_I/AAAAAAAAA0o/87bQgtXX0us/s1600-h/SNC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SijflRL5k_I/AAAAAAAAA0o/87bQgtXX0us/s200/SNC00129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343766789236560882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly i had my dessert pear tart. i liked how the pastry at the bottom tasted crispy yet it was very thick and the pear which somehow tasted abit salty to me went very well with the tart and the ice cream too~ i bet it would have been heavenly it the tart was hot from the stove with the ice cream. perfect combination (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SijgBvTiLEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PgD573GJjtM/s1600-h/SNC00132+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SijgBvTiLEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PgD573GJjtM/s200/SNC00132+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343767278357982274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sijfl-CuByI/AAAAAAAAA04/oPqIrmZJMnU/s1600-h/SNC00133+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sijfl-CuByI/AAAAAAAAA04/oPqIrmZJMnU/s200/SNC00133+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343766801277650722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the overall cost of this restaurant wasn't as high as i expected. good food that is pretty affordable. vista bistro is definitely worth going. its price range is comparable with places like jack's place but the food is definitely way better and if you go on a weekday or a saturday, they have amazing life bands there. its like soft rock with jazz, not those noisy one where you can barely hear your voice when you speak. sadly, when we went, it was a sunday and there was no live band ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho! that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: VANESSA! my post gained weight again! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then~ adieus! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8383831350642862465?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8383831350642862465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8383831350642862465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8383831350642862465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8383831350642862465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-as-i-was-about-to-be-proud-about.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SijflOM5NEI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Ha-zd0pWxi4/s72-c/SNC00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-5087576583336573168</id><published>2009-05-30T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:09:59.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! i'm back for my weekly updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i almost forgot where i left off last week. infact i had already forgotten! -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was an eventful week. with so much things on hand and a horrible 2 1500 review which all of us tried to rush it off within a night. i almost died of blindness and sleepiness that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i pretty much woked up half dead, irritable to the point i wanted to kick somebody. for example someone who is walking so damm slowly infront of me. i wanted to cry from lugging so many ingredients to sch. that shows how irritable i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had pract later on. and i think i got out of the wrong side of the bed the whole day. we kept having to re-do. and to think someone just left without even bothering to tell us or checking on us. WE WERE STILL BAKING YOU KNOW. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den headed to our usual hangout with dodo lim. i had not have the salmon rice from sumo house for quite some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotted at home the entire day today. you know finishing the 2 reviews totally drained whatever energy i had left for school. after we handed up the 2 reviews, it was like finishing my sem exams i just wanted a longgg break -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sissy is coming back tmr! that poor girl suffered food poisoning there and had to be on drip in the hospital for a few hours. prolly scare the heck outta my parents. and she mention she bought a shiny shirt for me *faint* the moment she mention shiny, all that comes into my head are those shirt that ah-ma wear with shiny sequins on them. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. thats pretty much it. be back soon! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5087576583336573168?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5087576583336573168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5087576583336573168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5087576583336573168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5087576583336573168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-im-back-for-my-weekly-updates-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2584502761338138529</id><published>2009-05-26T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:53:36.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i chance upon a couple of awesome tongue in cheek story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look! i bet you will enjoy reading it as much as i did. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold, the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! Soon, a farmer passed by and heard the little bird chirping. Seeing the poor creature covered with dung, he decided to help the bird get out of the mess and placed it under a shrub. By this time, the bird was feeling warm and chirpy. and A cat passing by heard the sounds, saw the bird and ate it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story?&lt;br /&gt;1) Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;3) When you’re in deep shit, it might be better just to keep your mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, “but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on some of my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree.  Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won’t keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, “Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road, he stopped and offered her a lift which she gladly accepted. She got in and Crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open and reveal a lovely leg. The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun looked at him and immediately said, “Father, remember psalm 129?” The priest was flustered and apologized profusely. He forced himself to remove his hand. However, he was unable to remove his eyes from her leg. Further on, while changing gear, he let his hand slide up leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember psalm 129?” Once again the priest apologized. “Sorry sister, but the mind is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun got out, gave him a meaningful glance and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to retrieve a bible and looked up psalm129. It said, “Go forth and seek; further up, and you will find glory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;Always be well informed in your job; Or you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2584502761338138529?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2584502761338138529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2584502761338138529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2584502761338138529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2584502761338138529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-chance-upon-couple-of-awesom-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-1007391746811890706</id><published>2009-05-23T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:24:28.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zomggg. i'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELS AND DEMON is goddamm nice! (okayy, i know i'm slow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the entire 2 hours plus of the show it got me teetering on the edge of my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt regret giving up the uninvited for angels and demon. it wasn't as mind boggling and confusing as i expected the show to be or as how people make it sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it makes me wonder how davinci code turns out to be and i wonder if the book is more complicated than the movie because alot of time you need to see things happen to understand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, went hunting for sissy's birthday present which burnt a friggin biggggg hole out of my savings for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was ice cream time. its almost the same routine everytime. hoho. we had no idea what to have for ice cream and ended up trying this yoghurt shop. WE WERE! misled into buying their yoghurt. its a longggg story which just ended up in the three of us swearing off yoghurt for the next 1 month at least. esp mango! *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that's it! my onlyyy exciting day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sending sis off tmr. i'm envious. SIGH~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1007391746811890706?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1007391746811890706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1007391746811890706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1007391746811890706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1007391746811890706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/zomggg.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-180762983116446185</id><published>2009-05-22T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:26:22.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT is a long week ahead. let me state the number of things to do for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a whopping EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 due coming friday. i cannot imagine the nightmare waiting for me on thurday honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*desperate cry* den you know it is followed by the dramatic *howl that echo amongst the forest right under the brightly lit night sky with shimmering stars and the full moon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i'm a drama mama in the making! not. *slap-self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw speaking of drama! have you guys watch the channel eight 9'o'clock show?! the one about kids and teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise today that the conversation that ann kok shares with her son when he returns home from his 2-3 days escapade from home. out of 100% of the lines in the script, 88% of them are so damm familiar. i swear. its like deja vu honestly. every single line i have heard it coming straight out from momma's mouth before. i think we should have gotten those lines patented in the past den we can sell these lines to mediacorp and earn a lum sum from them. HA! (sorry, too much forensic -.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well the show brings back pri school memories. childhood memories to be exact. sigh sigh. how much have i grown. its another one more year before i or WE all hit the big 2-0 horrifying much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what's in store for me in the coming YEARS~ though its pretty much still too early to be freaking out over that when i have 8 ASS-igments waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i shall go. i can hear those blood sucking monsters calling out my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for angels and demon tmr! and the on coming emi durian cake for sis's early birthday! teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of food. just let me digress for awhile more before i go. i skipped gym week again ): i want it to be a regular weekly trip by my kness are going against me. for the past 2 days there's this aching pain in my knee joint. i decided to forgo this week's trip in a desperate attempt to save my kness if its due to the running every week. let it get a good rest before i place more stress on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! i sound like some freak who exercises every single day speaking of knees injuries. its prolly due to my every growing body mass thats pressuring my poor knees whenever i run. *suicide attempt in progress. . .*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okok. enough is enough. back to work or at least back to staring at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then! ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bon voyage mei mei! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Cocina No Es Una Obligacion, Es Una Pasion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-180762983116446185?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/180762983116446185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=180762983116446185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/180762983116446185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/180762983116446185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-long-week-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-9157493470864034154</id><published>2009-05-18T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:17:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO BABES, HUNKS AND ALL YOU LITTLE MONKEYS OUT THERE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed ya'll. school is totally draining the life out of me and i hardly even have time to blog ): thought there wasn't much to blog anw. life's pretty mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so looking forward for the upcoming sat! it will be the horror trio again! teehee. its either uninvinted or angels and demon! HMM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby sis okayy. lil sis is flying off to chengdu coming sunday for a week! what a luxury. i'm envious yet worried with the H1N1. i pray that she'll be safe and sound. god please hear my prayer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! i made carbonara pasta with angels hair on sunday! yummylicios i should say! takealookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/ShF2C587dFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/FKiXhJeW6tc/s1600-h/DSC03003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/ShF2C587dFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/FKiXhJeW6tc/s200/DSC03003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337176825698939986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back soon! don't miss me too much although i would miss ya'll AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: when will it be my turn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-9157493470864034154?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/9157493470864034154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=9157493470864034154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9157493470864034154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9157493470864034154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-babes-hunks-and-all-you-little.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/ShF2C587dFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/FKiXhJeW6tc/s72-c/DSC03003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-1674517662714799849</id><published>2009-05-14T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:46:23.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sgr4RdSuG9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/rFCna2gtIBw/s1600-h/RBYG_cutout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sgr4RdSuG9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/rFCna2gtIBw/s200/RBYG_cutout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335349687378385874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY VANESSA KOH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy you're magical day tmr and hope you'll enjoy the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1674517662714799849?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1674517662714799849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1674517662714799849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1674517662714799849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1674517662714799849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-19th-birthday-vanessa-koh-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sgr4RdSuG9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/rFCna2gtIBw/s72-c/RBYG_cutout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-7095610906184861187</id><published>2009-05-11T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:16:43.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm about to have a bitch fit here *so beware*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its just plain &lt;strong&gt;BULLCRAP&lt;/strong&gt; that we have to be decked in friggin full attire JUST BECAUSE we're stepping into the the block Q's lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a food lab. its just a place where all the labs are and we aren't even having any classes in the lab but in the meeting room instead. wtf much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY should we even be denied of the right to dress how we're comfortable with when there's no lab. i respect that fact that we have to be in full attire when we're IN the lab. NOT when we're AMONGST the labsssss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain ridiculous shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its the NTH time that i have mentioned i hate food biz tut. and i pretty much still do. i'll continue to hate it till july comes. all the way!~ now spare me the misery and get it over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so degressing right now. but what to do. sch's turning me it. thanks alot. NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i used alot of sarcasm in the post but i LIKE it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not going to get any slacker for the upcoming weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be ready for hell ppl. hell yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see 3 comm skills assigment waving at me. plus adv food processing by its right side and PDD by its left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear lord. save my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7095610906184861187?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7095610906184861187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7095610906184861187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7095610906184861187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7095610906184861187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-about-to-have-bitch-fit-here-so.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2938021531923017345</id><published>2009-05-10T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:59:47.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SgZe68xlmnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/l8zCGKNPTOE/s1600-h/DSC02966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SgZe68xlmnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/l8zCGKNPTOE/s200/DSC02966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334055175506467442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch these days are a torture. my friggin boring life has nothing for updating. till i get something interesting this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not dead yet! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*onwards and perservre!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2938021531923017345?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2938021531923017345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2938021531923017345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2938021531923017345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2938021531923017345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-sch-these-days-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SgZe68xlmnI/AAAAAAAAAz4/l8zCGKNPTOE/s72-c/DSC02966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-8293056441170611582</id><published>2009-05-07T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:39:21.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate aminat. go home already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celia was the ONLY one i teared for when she had to go. she's so so so much more better than aminat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the only one i supported has left the show. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ALLISON for the win. if it's aminat, i'll hang myself or something -.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8293056441170611582?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8293056441170611582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8293056441170611582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8293056441170611582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8293056441170611582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh-antm-i-hate-aminat.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4030049643010229318</id><published>2009-05-07T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:32:11.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI EARTHLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back HOTTER than ever. the weather i mean. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i've done a proper update. i dun think i can do one today either. too zonked out to make one -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh school is totally draining. can i say i hate school?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm trying not to. i dun want to digress ya'know. give myself some hope though i absolutely hate food biz esp the bloody tut. GAHHH. i just dread monday. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 is scary. i just hope with my fingers, toes and whatever thing that can be cross, crossed. that there won't be a second wave. just let it die down and spare us the remaining earthlings left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm to lazy to rant further. save if for next time. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then *siff sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4030049643010229318?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4030049643010229318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4030049643010229318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4030049643010229318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4030049643010229318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-earthlings-im-back-hotter-than-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2725068653318155384</id><published>2009-05-02T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:59:49.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was down with a major flu, slight sorethroat and a mild fever last night and i told mum that if i were to go to the doc now, he'll surely be freaked out by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days away from the damm mail and there's already STUPID last minute work to be done. GREAAATTT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just think that you're irresponisble. aren't we entitled to a week notice instead. WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2725068653318155384?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2725068653318155384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2725068653318155384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2725068653318155384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2725068653318155384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/05/freak.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-974018234177687080</id><published>2009-04-29T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:21:30.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honoured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be able to get hold of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear charlie, letters to a lost daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very thought evoking and tear jerking book though not all might agreed with me. BUT. you know reading it with the right kind of music. i cried like three time on the mrt while reading it on the way home. omggg. i wanted to hide under a blanket and bawl my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered discovering the book like 1 or 2 years ago in the popular and i was already touched by it. sadly i didnt get a chance to read the whole book. but then again i was glad that i share the story with mun cos one week ago, she actually found the book in the lib and borrowed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw it in her bag today and apparently she was intending to return it. and i borrowed it from her instead! she didnt think the book was nice enough due to the massive introduction of many characters. but i pull through that bit and the rest of the story just came pouring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking so much about it, i have yet to mention what it is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters to a lost daughter is a true story about a 13 year old girl Charlotte thompson when her friend and her were being killed by a train. The story just foretell how the family cope with the loss of a daughter, sister and a grandaughter. Charlie's father tried writing letters to her as if she's on a holiday trip and she would be back. and he would write about what is happening in the family and how badly he and everyone missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a small para from the book for those who are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Charlie,&lt;br /&gt;Not mcuh has happened today. Mummy is washing the kitchen, throwing away some dead flowers and picking out live ones to make new bunches. She hasn't siad very much. I cuddle her as much as i can. Horsey slept until midday on the floor in the living room. That's where we've all been sleeping since you went away. I can't talk aobut you as if you aren't coming back. I can't say "used" or "loved" or any word ending with "d".&lt;br /&gt;I love you, darling,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really strongly strongly recommend this book to anyone who loves a good read (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait continue with the book at night in my bed, my comfort zone. and i think i would continue crying esp with a song like (ocean size love by leigh nash) playing in the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll be reduced to a tearing mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death just tugs at my heartstring like nobody business. i'm deeply frightened by it. paranoid maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has always been that way ever since i was a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-974018234177687080?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/974018234177687080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=974018234177687080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/974018234177687080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/974018234177687080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-very-honoured-to-be-able-to-get-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2754620161679435947</id><published>2009-04-29T01:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:50:51.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things aren't there forever, you'll never know when they be gone. and once they're gone, its gone forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being gone forever means its never going to come back. what were the last words that were said would be there forever. you can't change it and there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've always hoped that things will last, but deep down inside, we know that its never possible. face each day with grace and be appreciative of what is around you be it a mistake or an expression or even down to nitty gritty stuff like what was the food you last ate together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much effort you have taken to be appreciative of what the others has done for you, it's never enough. when its gone, you'll feel lost. but cry your hearts out then pick yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories will always be there just between the two of you. private and away from the public eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to live each day with grace and don't lament your fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so touched after reading a friend's blog. from her outer facade, you'll never know that such drastic things had happened back at home. you'll never know who will be the next one and it might just jolly well be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross our finger and pray for your loved and cherish ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is fragile no matter how strong it appears to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there won't be many next times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live everyday as if it your last. its a common phrase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have you been able to execute it? have i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you friend for giving me such a valuable lesson in life. be strong. and i know you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ain't close. but i'll keep you in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&amp;cherish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2754620161679435947?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2754620161679435947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2754620161679435947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2754620161679435947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2754620161679435947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-arent-there-forever-youll-never.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8352077893197249343</id><published>2009-04-25T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:55:31.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>W.O.W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was no less dramatic den a blockbuster movie. it's kinda sad for the people dragged into the turmoil. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch IS a bore. its getting tougher and tougher each time. like it's super easy for us to clear every stage every single sem. ALTHOUGH. this sem has pretty awesome stuff like openbook exams and exam-less modules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but STILL! the lessons are super dry esp the stupid food biz! and fd chem. 6mths ago i cannot understand marlene's accent. 6 mths later, i STILL! cannot understand her accent. you know her voice to me is like a buzzing sound in the background i simply have no interest in listening to her. PFFTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the it doesn't help that the damm weather is freaking HOT! except for the occasionally jumbo wind blowing at night follow by heavy rainfall. my favourite part of the day. you cuddle in your blanket while the world outside is whirling like a whirlpool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend is short and we're left with one more day to do before the vicious starts all over again. sigh sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next boring update. that's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the sweltering weather. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8352077893197249343?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8352077893197249343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8352077893197249343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8352077893197249343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8352077893197249343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/w.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-1264522447455747377</id><published>2009-04-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:39:08.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a tough year ahead ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brace up and pull through everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HWAITING!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1264522447455747377?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1264522447455747377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1264522447455747377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1264522447455747377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1264522447455747377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-tough-year-ahead-brace-up-and-pull.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-7056481390783544919</id><published>2009-04-20T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:07:42.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL! was a blast today. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damm. it was an extremely overloaded day. guess what. i went to sch mentally prepared to slack the entire day away. wellies. it just prove that i'm living in a sweet sweet sweet dream. first lesson and i was already without notes. i forgot to print. i wasn't aware that we were given the notes already. prolly because my brain wasn't functioning well. pffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god there was mun! (: i photocopied from her. first lesson. dry dry dry. plus here comes along the first project. WAHOO. on the VERY first day of school. never mind. we were release early. very early infact. and the three of us just did something silly. it was the whole wait-for-it-to-turn-11-for-mac's-lunch kinda thing. HAHA. its like waiting for the clock to strike 11 so that we can rush into a sale. that same anxiousness. LOL! we even had time to catch half a movie in the lib. GUI AH GUI AH! damm the movie was super hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAO SAIIII~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the watermelon rolled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt manage to finish the whole show. but nevermind. there will always be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the dry dry and even dryer lesson ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by the food biz bomb. GOD i hate being out of my comfort zone. grrrrrrr. that seriously was info overload. we or at least i was kinda zonk out. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt expect to do so much on the first day. i wasn't mentally prepared. well maybe its time to be eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i decided to go check out the blouse i saw last thurs at cotton on. guess what i bought it. hee hee. its like i was "hyptonised" i kept seeing the blouse around me. last sat i saw a girl wearing and today again! in school. another girl was wearing it. prolly was the last straw. i want to own it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee. by the time i went there the blouse was ALMOST sold out. all that was left was all xs. luckily i saw a M in the midst of other clothes. went to tried it out and surprisingly, i thought i like the size xs better. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat shopping trip with dodo turned out QUITE fruitful for me. though i was the one who spent a BOMB again. pfffttt. i got everything ready for school. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's a long day. but at least i get to sleep in for abit. lets prepare ourselves all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next tiring day gets over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7056481390783544919?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7056481390783544919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7056481390783544919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7056481390783544919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7056481390783544919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-was-blast-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-5944193600647425133</id><published>2009-04-16T20:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:33:56.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YUP. so it has come to and end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea with my supervisor was super duper awesome. she treated us swenson! how nice right ((: and the three of us chatted over "lunch cum tea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously the new pizza from swenson, america hamburger pizza. ironic name i know. is so so good. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun just talking about everything. since its over, we could almost speak about every single thing that we have noticed in school. mini politics, weird teachers, weird students. SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the group of relief teachers that i spoke about, they're really sweet people. one of them even drew something for the both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SechdgyiqbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/VKfK6c4Bh6c/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SechdgyiqbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/VKfK6c4Bh6c/s200/DSC02902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325261875290745266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sechdr2yOCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/m0IvUkmbFmk/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sechdr2yOCI/AAAAAAAAAzo/m0IvUkmbFmk/s200/DSC02901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325261878261332002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, my partner who had shared this entire experience with me throughout the one month (: brenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sechdmqt0gI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zFcV91IVfE4/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sechdmqt0gI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zFcV91IVfE4/s200/DSC02899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325261876868534786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise that we didnt take a pic with the group of relief teachers. so sad )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its off to the exchange session tmr. and WAHOO! time on sat. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DID I MENTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost whisper is such a tear jerker. whenever i had time in sch i'll be watching them and without fail! i would always tear towards the end. EVERY episode. and its super embarassing to do that in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i always do it secretly. teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one day i watch ghost whisper and i don't cry. there's something wrong with me. though i'm still pretty stuck to the first season. i have no idea where to watch the other seasons ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5944193600647425133?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5944193600647425133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5944193600647425133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5944193600647425133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5944193600647425133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SechdgyiqbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/VKfK6c4Bh6c/s72-c/DSC02902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-8137679052760097758</id><published>2009-04-15T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:13:51.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF OF MY FRIGGIN PAY IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahha! although i'm not left with much to spent. thanks to me myself and I for spending my future money. pffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the last day. its kinda saddening. i'm sure i'll miss the atmosphere. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it just be? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a very PARANOID person. so here is another understanding yunrong NO. 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have yet to see the news OR! receive any email whatsoever, it is rumoured that there would be a major tsunami coming on the 22nd july 2009. its gonna hit asia including SINGAPORE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i did some searching on the net, there were ppl who dismissed the whole thing by saying its not possible for an eclipse to trigger a tsunami base on its gravitational pull or something. i know its so sciency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to ignore it at first. but then my mum called me out at night to listen to the news, though i missed it -.= she told me that the upcoming tsunami incident was reported. it is to be believed that the tsunami would be coming from tokyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know these people were saying to keep away from the coast during the mth of july. i mean com'on singapore is so friggin small. i bet one tsunami is enough to drown the entire nation. what can keeping away from the coast do. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno i just find it so scary. knowing that everyone around you might just _______ in 2 mths time. how can????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just super scared. and i keep scaring myself with all those stupid thoughts. i mean look at us. we wasted almost 20 years of our life studying. we have yet to get into relationships, get a career, set up a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were gonna die soon, it means that we have wasted our entire life studying and achieving nothing. )))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard not to think about it. SO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i'm paranoid. anyone getting into it just like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8137679052760097758?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8137679052760097758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8137679052760097758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8137679052760097758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8137679052760097758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-half-of-my-friggin-pay-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-7508048259959861193</id><published>2009-04-14T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:13:56.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this IS week 4. i really believe i will miss this experience. no doubt i really learn something from this informative 4 weeks. i bet its one of the most fufilling holidays i have ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt more about myself. and its very sad that i'm still very much and still am an introvert. i can't speed up my pace of opening up to people. HOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i someone should create a how-not-to-be-an-introvert-and-sit-there-and-laugh-sillie course. den i'll go and attend. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okayy enough said. i really cannot believe that up till now, i have almost spend half of my haven-reach-my-pocket-yet salary. PFFTTT. give me the damm money already. i guess its the last day to spent this coming weekend since sch is starting next week. HOHO~ should i just spent a bomb this sat? i got so many things i want ): maybe its time i should self convince that its time to spent my hard earn money. at least i save half of it right! hee hee. i wanttttt. and i'm so materialistic! shitto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT has gotta change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anww~ its the first ever korean song i have place as my blogsongs. i usually don't upload korean songs cos i'm sure not EVERYONE will appreciate it as compare to english songs. BUT! i think this song is super awesome. it has this eng RnB feel. I LIKE! so i shall share. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl when i pop in my earpiece recently cos yours truly has dl-ed many many korean songs. which are duper nice! i bet you won't know how to appreciate the following artist if you don't listen to korean songs. so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never mind. i'm so into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bae seul gi - tiresome!!&lt;br /&gt;son dambi - saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;deez - entire album. esp! GO!&lt;br /&gt;Chung lim&lt;br /&gt;AJ - dancing shoes!&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least&lt;br /&gt;Chun G - weakly man feat wondergirls yoobin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started mass dl-ing because of that one song. feat wondergirls yoobin and i stumble upon this mass treasure of korean songs. MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME LIKEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i gonna start sounding like a crazy fan-girl cum bimbo. save you the misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna end off on this note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till DEN! ciao ciao! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ihavenoreasonwhyi'msohighhere. pardonme.* =D teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7508048259959861193?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7508048259959861193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7508048259959861193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7508048259959861193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7508048259959861193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/hieee.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-5591100717054015938</id><published>2009-04-12T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:27:43.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH DEAR LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just stop me from eating already. either that. or just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFTTTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5591100717054015938?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5591100717054015938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5591100717054015938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5591100717054015938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5591100717054015938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-dear-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-7431083884246845100</id><published>2009-04-11T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:11:27.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUDDENLY. there is this wondergirl nobody craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear lord. when you thought it was over, suddenly you see ppl's nick, FB doing this "i want nobody nobody but chu" *point, clap clap, point* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so. UHMMMM. idk how to express it. weirdddd. cos i thought i was overrrrrr like at least 6 mths ago. HMMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7431083884246845100?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7431083884246845100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7431083884246845100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7431083884246845100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7431083884246845100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-5199071014282064439</id><published>2009-04-11T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:34:41.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;officially&lt;/strong&gt; cannot stay up late anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping at 12 plus everyday helped to intune my biological clock to a normal state. i'll feel duper sleep once the clock strike 12. it that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be able to do random things till 4 in the morning and yet still feel not tired. weirdddoooooo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a good three days break though i'm pretty much rotting at home. i can't even sleep till 2-3pm anymoreeee. i'm super amaze with my current biological clock. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still some work to do for wk 4. i can't believe that we're coming to the end of the internship soon. that's kinda saddddd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. recently i just finish watching a jap drama! i took two days to finish it. teehee. if you're interested its call mei's butler. 10 episodes its like zoom zoom zoom. finished. pretty nice though. i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. thats all for my ranting once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things in life are explained using an on and off switch...black and white...there's no middle ground. Love, however, falls in that middle ground. It's one of the rare aspects of life where there is no black and white. People embroil themselves with love...only to discover that there is a scale. Each scale of love is defined by....I don't know...ingredients in a way. One kind of love is for mankind......or material goods. Then there's love based on fond memories, emotional bonds...that's love for friends and family. Finally, we get to love based on physical and emotional intimacy...it's passionate and active. What you feel for me, is similar to your love for brother. It's the kind of love based on memories and an emotional bond you share with a close member of the family. It's static and stable. You love oppa, your closest friends, omoni and abeoji...me....but you're not in love with any one of us. Human beings can't control who we fall in love with..it's physically impossible. The heart is a labyrinth...a maze that we don't know where it'll lead us. When you reach the end of that maze...it won't be me waiting... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5199071014282064439?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5199071014282064439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5199071014282064439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5199071014282064439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5199071014282064439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-officially-cannot-stay-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4579101777880806431</id><published>2009-04-08T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:41:18.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know. i'm just running out of things to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst still that boys before flower is finally over. i have no idea what kinda vids i wanna watch. everything seems so blahhh. the only only only thing that i'm looking forward to is ANTM. which would be uploaded tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been really taxing. sleeping at 12 plus and waking up at 6 plus everyday is sucking the energy outta me. i wake up everyday only to be thinking of sleeping when i get home i think its rather stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatmore having to put together what i should wear for the day is so damm troublesome. somedays i have to spent literally 10mins wearing and changing wearing and changing. i just miss the times in poly where i can literally just throw on what i want with simple dear'ol skinnies. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound so demoralise here which i'm not actually. i'm just bored. and sleepy. and feeling too lazy to shower. blahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the 2 hour time-off tmr. i get to have another extra 2 hour of sleep. deeply in need no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for my once in awhile ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till things get more energertic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a getaway. sigh ): &amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY PAYYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4579101777880806431?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4579101777880806431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4579101777880806431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4579101777880806431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4579101777880806431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-konw.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2405641072754475952</id><published>2009-04-07T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:46:04.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before 7th of april come to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 48TH BIRTHDAY DEAR DADDY! *xoxo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always fufilling my materialistic wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being such a great daddy that i can so joke and play around with though your temper suck. just like mine! no wonder you're my dad. or should i say no wonder i'm your daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, happy 48th birthday and may you have more awesome birthday to come and do stay healthy always! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound as if my dad will read this. hoho. but never mind it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back for more updates! cherrios peepole! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and did i mention. my current love is MR wu jing =DDDD muahaha~ i think he looks abit like junsu ya'know. charismatic. hee hee okayy. *shy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2405641072754475952?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2405641072754475952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2405641072754475952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2405641072754475952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2405641072754475952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-7th-of-april-come-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-5393161257009115903</id><published>2009-04-04T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:33:19.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANYEONG!! i'm back for round 2! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is week 2 of the attachment and things are definately picking up. monday and tuesday kinda went by like a breeze i couldnt really remember what happened. i almost forgot where i left off and which day was it and was pondering mentioning that i went to the gym this week which i did. on monday. haha just that i kinda forgot i already blogged about it. but i went jogging on thur again though! i found a new jogging place near my estate! very cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we should just start from tue! hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with stinky dodo! whom i accidentally gave her 2 nice blueblack as a meet and greet present! i felt a teensy weensy wave of guilt. but now remembering how she gave me cuts and bruises too. i shouldn't be feeling bad right! muahahha~ *i'm evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okayy. met her at kovan and i was late. not that my time management suck. but it was because the bloody 67 is super hard to wait and i still have not grasp the intervals at which the bus will be coming. headed down to the dp/topshop warehouse sales. some warehouse sales it is. i think the two of us just missed out by alot. it was the last day tat we went and i bet all the things were actually swept out during the past month. what were left there were remains of a stampede. hoho. we had evidence. and it was a pretty classic one too. ms lim would know. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up we went all the way there and shop for a few accessories and dodo a blouse too. i confirmed my suspicion that she has a craze for yellow clothings recently. haha! walked back to heartland mall and had a sumptuous dinner at thai express to end the dinner we had some dessert there. i'm too lazy to elaborate. but the food was yummy. very. i missed their prawn paste fried rice. and dodo had her curry softshell crab rice which is pretty good stuff too! gossip and joked. loads of catching up to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time dinner ended it was about 630. we decided to move on to bugis since that day catch wasn't good. realization hit me that our miss candy lim is pretty much a shoppaholic too. she unleashed her fury for things that very day infront of me! usually when we go out i'll always be the one splurging on stuff and she's be beside me prolly buying one or 2 item. but that day she was pretty determined to get stuff i betcha! so you put 1 and 1 together you get 2 frenzy shoppaholic. we were pretty much each other's live atm. believe me. when i dun have enough cash i'll take it from her. when she can't pay by nets i'll be the one giving cash. haha! its good to bring out a live atm next time. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were pretty much god damm broke at the end of the shopping trip. i bought a dress at 10. pretty much a steal. love love love it. i have been looking around for something like it for sometime. yippie! and i got my leggings that i have been considering to buy. i'm such a spendthrift. just kill me already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes weds. i conducted my first lesson ever in the morning on vitamins to the sec 3 express. wowwee. i find myself looking at things in a different point of view. the class wasn't all the bad actually. but there were a few cheeky fellows who kept trying to challenge me. i guess i'm the devil teacher and my partner's the angelic one. who prepares sweet for the class in case they are sleepy. haha. i guess its just different method of doing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we brought out this bunch of kids for the junior chef. oh how god damm lucky are they. i totally loveeeee the lesson. its so fun. there were some point in time that i actually really wanted to push the kids away and say: let me do it! haha. of course i didnt. but it wasn't as bad as i thought. not at all. the kids were quite manageable except for the few chao ah-bengs as you call it. *roll eyes* the minas and matt ( i dunno how you spell it ) malay ah bengs and ah lians were quite immpressive actually. they were one of the fastest learners among the rest and i actually love sticking around group seeing how they do things and progress and they are actually quite friendly! one of the guys while seeing me outside school even asked me if i would be still joining them next mon and tue. so i learn to not just judge a book by its cover. if you have the passion in doing things. you'll have the heart. i can't wait for next monday and tuesday really! their learning how to make desserts and on tue they'll have a competition. and i MIGHT just get to try it as well. OH! how fun ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was nothing much actually. except for a deadly sms! by dodo lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a HUGE sale for brands like gap, guess, banana republic etc at the waytt hotel! omgggggg. its like for 3 days only. friday is the second day and dodo asked if i wanted to gooooo. that pretty much burned a goddamm hole in my "future" salary. and we actually did go there. pretty eggciting when you first step into the place and you see tonnes of stuff selling at ridiculous prices. esp gap! they were selling their tees at 10 bucks each. the both of us just split apart immediately and head pluge into the pile of clothes.i was sooooo engrossed diggin for clothes that i didnt realise that the prices was increasing gradually. knitted tops were sellin at 15. pretty cheap still though. but not what i'm willing to pay. and dresses and skirts were like 25 each. it was where it all stopped. we moved on to several areas. and the prices are greatly slashed. but it would be heaven for OLs. not students. it still pretty high end. 50 bucks for a blouse from banana republic. in the end, we didnt actually picked up loads of awesome stuff. i bought only like 3 tops and one of which for my sissy. dodo was worse. only 1 top from gap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk the shopping mood was more or less gone. we headed on to far east plaza for a little tour. nothing much too. just wasn't in a mood to shop anymore. we kept circling the complex. went for dinner, and then continue to circle the place until 9 plus. of which i bought a dress AGAIN which i loveeeeeee to. it very sweet. from my POV (point of view). dodo didnt think so. i cannot understand how we can shop together when both of our taste differ ALOT. she's the sweet lacy kinda girl. i'm more of the well love trying different outfits and style kinda girl. i go from demure dresses to shiny leggings. pretty much about it. haha. so i actually cater to different style. but my fav has to be vintage and maybe a little boho chic. okayy i'm sidetracking. so dodo wasn't in the right mood that day. so her outcome was so-so too. a tee and several accessories. pretty much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something super embarassing happened to her which i'm nice not to mention here. but it got me laughing my ass out. and she actually got picked *erherm* by a weird lady. but i guess by being picked. it pretty much compliments her on her look. HAHA! awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIGHTY! THATS ALL. dear lord mother mary! i just wrote another 5000 word essay. are your eyes still alrighty? HAHA! this sums up my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still look forward to buying a bag and the pair of shoes that i fell in love with just before school starts. i hope the shoe wouldn't be gone(its quite cheap actaully heh!) by then cos i'll be SUPER heartbroken )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should save you guys from the further misery of my ranting. till next week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYEONG!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5393161257009115903?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5393161257009115903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5393161257009115903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5393161257009115903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5393161257009115903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyeong-im-back-for-round-2-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-9092806329120187984</id><published>2009-03-30T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:57:24.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have some time on my head. so here i am AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please clap *11* times for me dear people. i finally FORCED myself to head down to the gym today. i took, i swear. a HUGEEEEEE driving force to get myself out of the house. i was so sleepy on the bus on the way home that i almost wanted to give up the idea of exercising. but remembering the image of my FAT face in the mirror in school, i had no choice but to push myself out of the house. its madness really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back from school didnt sit on the sofa for a teeny bit, changed and rushed out of the house. *teehee* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something embarassing happened today. AS ALWAYS. but i shan't elaborate. i still need to face the world you know. all i can say that singapore men are gentleman. MY ARSE! pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty moving on. we attended the junior chef briefing today. it was the optional elective programme that i was talking about in the previous entry. and holy cow! it sounded reallyyyyyyyy interesting. for one thing! the lesson will be conducted by an EXECUTIVE chef from new york. not any tom, dick or harry leh! i would like to expect some hot handsome chef someone like jamie oliver for a starter. i hope it would not be some fat balding chef. teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he would be teaching these kids how to make appetizers, main course and desserts. OMGGGG. these are all western cuisines. and they would be some spanish dishes too. WOWEEE. it sounds so damm interesting CAN! i really hope that we would get a chance to learn with the students. though i guess prolly not. its so weird to see teachers attending lessons with students right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. so that's about it. i went through with a sec 3 class some exam papers. SUPERRR nervous. but it ended well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with DODO! tmr. we didnt go today. cos the warehouse sales is not open on monday. thank god i went and check it out first. otherwise i'll just stand right in the middle of the express way. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another lesson on vitamins with the sec 3 on wed. eek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-9092806329120187984?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/9092806329120187984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=9092806329120187984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9092806329120187984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9092806329120187984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-some-time-on-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-5627400497485915058</id><published>2009-03-29T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:01:46.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm BACKKKKKK. fatter than ever. cos i just can't stop eating. so just kill me already someone. *bang wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWWWW. this is one time i would prefer to do point updating. as in in point form cos the week just literally flewwwwwwwwwwww past. and i would be typing in a roundabout manner if i were to type in paragraphs. so bear with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-was the start of school. brenda( my new partner) and me both fully agreed that we were over-dressed. awww com'on the stuff that the teachers wear are like so (...) so we started dressing down on tuesday (: i hate to look 20-ish when i'm only barely 19. i hardly know how to put my mum clothes together and wear them. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HOLY MAMA COW! my seconday school home econs teacher MRS HELEN TAN was actually teaching there. AND! she actually recognises me! i swear i thought i was one of those forgetable person in class that just fades into the background. so i didnt try to acknowledge her when i first saw her. but when my in-charge introduce us to her! she actually pointed at me and said " she looks familiar" wowwww. i was so shocked that i was actually stuttering when i told her she was actually from my school and she taught me when i was in sec 2. this is like what? 4 years ago?! later on she told me that she remembered me cos i had one of those GUAI! face. muahaha *shy shy*. people. i'm guai leh. teehee. speak about coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we had a mini tour around the school. its a small compound. so i won't get lost. dun worry. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we started sitting'in in classes. the first time the students greeted us as teachers was freakishly weird! i had to giggle. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we had our own table in the staff room! awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we had free muffins as the kids are making muffins for the whole of last week. muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the first class that we sat in was NA. hell. fish market. cute kids at times though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kinda boring for the first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- boring shit. our in-charge went missing! we swear that we saw her in the morning. and ended up? we were having our free and easy session. we just sat in which ever class we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- slacked in the staff room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sit in an NT class. or actutally it was help out in the lesson. dear god! they can't follow instructions. though some of them are really cute. but the rest are a bully. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday flies by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- our in-charge is STILL not here today! freak. another home econs teacher told us that she was actually on 2 days mc and she didnt even bother to msg us to tell us. &lt;br /&gt;-.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- floated around different classes again and we are really more of teacher's helpers there than interns. pffftt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- at least we had something to do today. i was so grateful to be given something to type. though we had to do numerous changes. which i swear wasn't our fault. the picky aunty(opps!) teacher just kept wanting us to change it. i don't understand why she can't just list out everything and then let us make the changes. instead of us printing again and again and she just keeps changing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think it was today that we were informed that the ________ sitting besides us. is a pervert. dear lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one NT teacher came to look for us today and requested for our help to bring a group of 21 NA and NT sec3&amp;4 students to a commercial kitchen for their optional elective on the 1st,6th and 7th of april. i'm scaredddd. just the 2 of us! are we even able to control a group of sec 1s! *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday took a jet plane here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- our in charged is back. we followed her around, type some exam papers. that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ouhh! and we were told to get ready for our first lesson next tue. prepare some ppt slides. i wonder how's its like! really. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was here in a blink of an eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nth much happened again. the usual stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my days get "boring-er and boring-er" each time. i hope it changes for the rest of the coming 3 weeks. but at least i'm not rotting at home. which i bet i will die from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat. we still had to go back to "observe" the parent teacher meeting. but we left after an hour plus. BORING. and my sat was well spent with my family! i finally went to visit gradma. and little xavier. cheeky as ever as he got a scolding and some wacking while trying to peep( in the wrong way) at sissy and me. tsk tskkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to some sports warehouse sales again. MY GOD. the queue was madness. luckily we went there a wee bit early otherwise we would have queue AGESSSS to try to get into the shop alone. not speaking of the cashier queue. i saw the ipanema brand on sale! i had been eyeing on that brand for awhie so i kinda went nuts when i saw it. i bought a slipper at 9.90! a steal i scream. and sissy bought this 33 dollar sandal which i didnt think it was cheap at all. but pretty though. AND! i accidentally poked my eye with the hook where they hang their shoes! its a miracle i didnt go blind. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went someplace for claypot rice, fish head, fatty pork with yam and belacan kangkong for dinner. i swear the side-dishes are DAMMM nice! esp the fatty pork with yam and fish head. the rice was so-so. but i would love going back there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY! awesome day. we went for the tomb-sweeping in the morning ( not the awesome) part. and went to grandma's house for fish porridge. lovely. headed on to orchard next! awesome part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually had a chance to sit in for a fashion show in robinson! the models are superrrrrrrrrrrrrrr tall. and prettyyyyyyyyyyyy. though i thought one of them walked very weirdly. not that i have perfect walking though. but just not very nice as compared to the rest of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad bought a hell of stuff. and i got new pillow and bolster. mine at home are already super old. though i'll miss them and prolly suffer from insomia from the major changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toiletries stock up! robinson was having some sales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i happen to see this poster up on the counter. that we could actually buy this box of biscuit from marks and spencer for a dollar when the usual price was 3.90 per box for every 20dollar spent. headed there and we found out that we were entitled to buy 11 boxes of biscuits for a dollar each. dad said that we must be crazy to get so many. so we bought 6 INITALLY. we opened up a box to try and guess what within 10 mins my entire family finished the whole box. and my dad sheepish-ly asked me to go buy another 5 more. cos we bet that we would finished the biscuits up in no time. and we're not gonna let dad have a share in them since he didnt want us to buy so many. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biscuit stock-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sc-Majpn5MI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZBzTVKTx75U/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sc-Majpn5MI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZBzTVKTx75U/s200/DSC02754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318624072822154434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sc-MalIOpGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/R66ErBBDeBo/s1600-h/DSC02756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sc-MalIOpGI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/R66ErBBDeBo/s200/DSC02756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318624073218958434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it looks like (: such a deli! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sc-Ma59-9LI/AAAAAAAAAzY/dNEQuliHPHM/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sc-Ma59-9LI/AAAAAAAAAzY/dNEQuliHPHM/s200/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318624078813131954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought 11 boxes in the end. we're crazy. but its damm cheap and nice. really. i'm gonna steal 2 boxes and bring it to the office tmr. muahahha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at prima taste was really great. their laksa is SUPERB! and so is their chicken rice. i would recommend any one of you guys to drop by there sometime and try. veryyyyyyy good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's there shopping with DODO LIM! yippie! i'm goona see if i can claim time off early tmr as a compensation for sat. we're allowed to do that okayy! so i'm not skiving. teehee(: and i bet we would have loads to update each other about. yeahh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! that's what happen if i stop updating for a week. this is like an essay. madness! but i bet it's gonna last you guys for sometime. so till next week. i'll be storing stuffs in my head before i put them down here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the rest of your holidays people. *newsflash* you only are left with 3 weeks before school starts. though my ended 1 week ago. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios! and you're greatly missed everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5627400497485915058?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5627400497485915058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5627400497485915058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5627400497485915058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5627400497485915058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-backkkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sc-Majpn5MI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZBzTVKTx75U/s72-c/DSC02754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-2137617010784730763</id><published>2009-03-26T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:27:59.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found one of my ALLLL time favourite song. this is BMK( big mama king) a korean singer's rendtion of it. Air supply-goodbye. love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lkWZ95p7dnA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lkWZ95p7dnA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2137617010784730763?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2137617010784730763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2137617010784730763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2137617010784730763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2137617010784730763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-found-one-of-my-allll-time.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-348644743091295618</id><published>2009-03-22T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:04:11.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHO! i went cycling today again! with dad, mum and sissy. i keep having to backtrack to search for them cos none of them are avid cyclers which explain their speeds. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to improve my cycling skills! but i bet i would lose my roller bladding skills in no time. tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i had minor accidents cos i kept swerving into ppl's path. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally tried the dual cycler bike! its fun to always be at the back seat. it means you get to enjoy the wind and scenery while the person in front keeps working. but mum was really akward on the bike! cos she's short and she had a prob with placing her feet on the ground. bahahaha! she complains its tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw! i had my first EVER! pri school gathering yest. i always used to envy ppl who are having pri sch gathering cos you get to have awesome updates about everyone and you get to see how they have changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like always, i feel so akwardddddd. but it so shocking to see how everyone has changed and can't believe that a load of them are all studying in NYP! but speaking abotu fate, there's this one girl glenna. whom i didnt know all my pri school life she was in a different class from me. but happen to be one of my classmates ex classmates. its just that complicating when you switch classes. but after knowing that we're doing the same course, just that she's doing hers in TP we just automatically clicked! and she even know one of the internship girls in moe that i just got to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! and there's the usual phototaking session. btw pastamania. didnt really go well with me. even the chef recommended dish wasn't good at all. if it wasn't for the chesse i would be terribly upset for the screwed up dinner. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it. i have school tmr at 715. OMG! so i have to be gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. anyeong! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-348644743091295618?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/348644743091295618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=348644743091295618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/348644743091295618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/348644743091295618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoho-i-went-cycling-today-again-with.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-6530922526421361209</id><published>2009-03-21T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:59:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!~ it seems like i'm doing this consistently. COOL SHIT! it means my life is more colourful den ever with upcoming events! awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today finally MARKS the end of the torturous grandpapa's story session. i had like a 10min power nap during his lessons. it so god damm boring i swear 1/4 of the class was already dozing off. spare me dear lord. but we were very well fed today AGAIN. at this rate. i'm becoming a piggg. GREAT. i even had dinner (katsu curry) YUM! i totally loveeee japanese curry and strawberry shortcake for dessert. DAMM! and you tell me i'm skinny. my foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anwsss. school's starting next monday. as in TIP. totally have no idea what i should expect. my new partner seemed so distant from me. but i'll make it work! i will (: teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still searching for my "inner strength" to get my butt out of the chair and work out. its been 123456789 years since i said i need to work out. but did i do it? no. i just kept DIGRESSING. freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's gonna happen tmr. AGAIN! yeahh. firstly i gotta spare my beauty sleep to bring my stinky sis for her piano class. den! i'll be nice and catch a moive with her since her holiday is ending soon. tell me how noble am i. teehee! afterwards. in the evening i'm having a PRIMARY SCHOOL GATHERING! oh my. so much fun! i wonder if i'll start to be very akward again there. but i swear i can barely remember 1/2 of them. tsk tsk. but its such a pity mr teo couldnt be there. i reallyyyyy looked forward to seeing him ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's sunday. which i think my schedule is pretty empty. NEXT SAT! i should be going for some DP/topshop/fox warehouse sales with DODO! yeah yeah yeah. i had better remind her again to keep that time slot free. i'm already spending my future money when i haven even get my salary yet. tsk tsk. AND i'm in love with cotton on. their stuff are like SUPER affordable. but yet super CHIC. i like i like, and my type my type. i'm gonna spent a bomb of my salary there! muahahah~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following sunday its tomb sweeping day. so its left for my paternal grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's about it. look forward to more eggciting updates alrighty! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. i'm outta here!!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6530922526421361209?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6530922526421361209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6530922526421361209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6530922526421361209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6530922526421361209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-it-seems-like-im-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-3665513162441834827</id><published>2009-03-19T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:00:10.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have got like a million and one movies to watch. zomg. the unborn, shoppaholic, orphan, uninvited etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far the unborn i'm so gonna watch with liyana. we're the horror freaks! shopaholic still pending with munny. teehee! orphan and uninvited might be with liyana AGAIN! but it all depends on our financial condition. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ANW! i caught coming soon with liyana and chin you cheun on yest! hellva scary movie. but totally value for money. the scare factor is totally there plus they throw in some cheap humor. i like horror show with a tiny humor in it like 4bia and eye10. though i/we didnt scream as much as we did when we watch 4bia. hahaha. i only remember screaming 1 part where the ghost came out of the lift. but after the movie, recollecting the scenes, there are a few which are quite weird eh. but i shan't mention in case any of you are intending to catch it. definitely a must watch if you're a horror freak like me! 3.5 ghosts/5ghosts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking of how the ghost look when i was sleeping at night. super horrifying! thank god i pulled my sissy to sleep with me for the night. heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we had some awesome dinner! firstly it was swenson ice cream! both yc and liyana had 1 for 1 vouchers for sundaes. so the three of us shared 2 sundaes. and paid 3 plus each! WOWWWW. then we headed down to KFC to settle yc's craving. dear lord! i never knew he had such an appetite! but it was sooooo nice just doing simple catching. i like! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. den its on to the 2-days course. oh my goddddd. we're being taught by a 73 year old grandpa. totally no vibeeeeeeeeeee. totally feel like sleeping. and he just kept going on and on and on and on about his grandpapa's story. sometime's while being "very" engrossed in his story, i'll suddenly realise that he's stories dosen't link back to what we're learning -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least we're pretty well fed there with 2 tea breaks and a lunch. food provided! its like we haven even finish digesting our food its time for more food. hahah. but i think the tea in the morning made my stomach really queasy. xiao jing too! meaning the food might have prob. tsk tsk. NO tea for me tmr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot imagine going to school on monday already. *insert shock face* and tmr's is another longgg and grandpapa's story filling day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. adios!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-3665513162441834827?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/3665513162441834827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=3665513162441834827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3665513162441834827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3665513162441834827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-got-like-million-and-one-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-6334865034481550787</id><published>2009-03-18T00:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:48:02.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sb_iFNcrdtI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_c83n2WxdO4/s1600-h/love+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sb_iFNcrdtI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_c83n2WxdO4/s200/love+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314214664457647826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'll just do a short/long update (depends on my finger)(: while waiting for my movie to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally pull through the scary day. shan't elaborate further. WE stupidly waited for the results at 12 midnight. and i bet everyone's feeling went from &gt; omgomg its coming out. &gt; why izzen it out yet? QUICK!! &gt; dammit just come out i want to get it over and done with and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as per expected, it came out only at 8AM in the morning. pffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's part of my day. the second part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made yummy eggtartssss! WAHOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sb_WAX_wxzI/AAAAAAAAAy4/esiH9cDmOQY/s1600-h/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sb_WAX_wxzI/AAAAAAAAAy4/esiH9cDmOQY/s200/DSC02725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314201387250272050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got very disheartened at first cos my crust seems abit too wet. and i thought the entire egg tart will stick to the aluminum foil )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so halfway through, after preparing like 5 tarts for baking i wanted to stop.  i wanted to judge how successful the few tarts are after baking before deciding to continue or not. and not to mention, i made a mess out of the kitchen. hoho. there was like a moutain of bowls and untensils waiting to be washed. *slaps forehead* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this is when god send me a miracle. my mum came back from work! muahaha~ she couldn't stand the mess i made and in the end helped me wash all of them. HOHO! and before she stepped into the house, she already caught a whiff of the baking egg tarts. i got to say they smell real good! after 20mins, i took the egg tarts out, not expecting to be able to remove them as a whole from the aluminium foil. but to my surprise! it popped out real easily. and WOW. piping hot egg tarts does does wonders! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try something else next time! till my next experiment (: let's all hold our breath and wait ( though i'm afraid you might just die of suffocation) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with good'ol pri friend last sun. SHEENA GOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go cycling at east cost park and it seems my cycling skills got REAL rusty. tsk tsk. its like the second time i tried cycling after mustering it six months ago. and she mocked me ): "tell your friend if you're going to cycle with them next time that you cycle in a zig-zag manner" PFFTTT. i already told her before hand i sucked at cycling!!! but the main thing was it rained. sigh~ we kinda expected it. and luckily! she prepared poncho beforehand too! so we were almost fully prepared. but i think we both look rather silly cycling in poncho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean ppl enjoy cycling in the sun, soaking in the warmth. but we seem to be torturing ourselves by cycling in the rain. tsk tsk. worst still my poncho didnt have the string to secure the hood. luckily i had my cap with me. but there was one point in time where we were seeking shelter from the rain and i lost my momentum. once i lost my momemtum, i have to take some time to straighten my hands and cycle properly again. but i started to panic cos the rainfall was getting heavier and i was trying to find the stupid hood to stop my cap from getting wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you imagine me trying to do so many thing at the same time while trying to seek shelter. i gave up and end up my "walking" my bike. i must have looked really pathetic cos sheena who already is safely under the shelter had to run out to help me. and it doesn't help that there was a crowd of ppl standing under the shelter too. i wanted to find a hole and hide. *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we finished cycling. but both of us were quite unkempt looking by now with icky wet shoes. she suggested to wash our feet in the sea. haha! i gave her the 0_o look. izzen it going to be dirtier if you wash your feet in the sea?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt believe me. so i stood up ashore and stared at her trying to wash her feet. teehee. for the first few mins she looked like she was enjoying the water i was pretty tempted to join her. but didnt want my feet to be sticky from the sea water. i played with the sand while waiting for her. 15 mins later i was laughing my ass off. hahaha!! she was trying to get the sand out of shoes. but the moment she put her leg down, all the sands starts coming in again. its just a viscous cycle. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we reached bedok market. i swear i could swallow a horse. uber hungry. and sesame paste is love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to tampanies mall and century square after that. pretty cool. i think if i were to go to tamp mall in a better and cleaner state i might have gotten something. but well its WINDOW shopping for the first time in such a long while (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the post got pretty long and endless. i bet the cycling adventure bored you guys out right. muahaha~ i'm long winded and its not the first time either. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! i shall stop. till the next exciting update. i'm outta here! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6334865034481550787?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6334865034481550787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6334865034481550787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6334865034481550787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6334865034481550787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-ill-just-do-shortlong-update.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Sb_iFNcrdtI/AAAAAAAAAzA/_c83n2WxdO4/s72-c/love+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-1382504298753586567</id><published>2009-03-14T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:06:49.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise why i have such a bad habit of "forcing" myself to stay on the net till unearthly hours before heading to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is to drain myself of any unused energy so that the moment i hit my pillow its off to lala land. i hate fidgeting on the bed waiting for the "sleepiness" to come find me instead. its like insomina. god i hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1382504298753586567?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1382504298753586567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1382504298753586567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1382504298753586567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1382504298753586567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-realise-why-i-have-such-bad-habit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4767842781309701866</id><published>2009-03-13T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:22:38.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been blogging for a bit since my life is in a cycle now. *oh man*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring. BORING. boring. and did i mention? BORINGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhowsss, i woke up at 1030 today. its like the firsttt time i'm up and about so early during this holiday. and liyana has to be honoured. muahaha. i woke up to pass her her verification paper. but well well, the early bird gets the worm no doubt. i've got strawberry red teaaaaa. YUMM. thanks sweetie! even though i thick "skinned-ly" asked for it. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back at home i FINALLYYY caught ANTM cycle 12 ep 3. oh dear lord. i want one of those auhmazinggggg makeovers too. and seriously FO. she looks gorgeous, edgy, *insert whatever word that describes top model here* but i have nooooo idea why she's so affected with it tsk tsk. can't believe sandra is stillll there. i like her at first, seriously. never knew she was such a bitch. just go home already. tsk tsk. pretty disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was celia. i'm starting to loveeee her. WOOO!~ i just love short edgy hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it. i'm trying to keep this thing(blog) alive. just give me something interesting. i want more ANTMMMMMM. *grabs hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 more days* boy oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4767842781309701866?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4767842781309701866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4767842781309701866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4767842781309701866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4767842781309701866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/haven-been-blogging-for-bit-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4954123384376465211</id><published>2009-03-11T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:50:51.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our last kiss&lt;br /&gt;tasted like tobacco&lt;br /&gt;a bitter and sad smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, at this time&lt;br /&gt;where will you be?&lt;br /&gt;who will you be thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are always gonna be my love&lt;br /&gt;even if I fall in love with someone once again&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember to love&lt;br /&gt;you taught me how&lt;br /&gt;you are always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;it's still a sad song&lt;br /&gt;until I can sing a new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paused time is&lt;br /&gt;about to start moving&lt;br /&gt;there's many things that I don't want to forget about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, at this time&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be crying&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will always be inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;you will always have your own place&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I have a place in your heart too&lt;br /&gt;now and forever you are still the one&lt;br /&gt;it's still a sad song&lt;br /&gt;until I can sing a new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are always gonna be my love&lt;br /&gt;even if I fall in love with someone once again&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember to love&lt;br /&gt;you taught me how&lt;br /&gt;you are always gonna be the one&lt;br /&gt;it's still a sad song&lt;br /&gt;until I can sing a new song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4954123384376465211?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4954123384376465211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4954123384376465211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4954123384376465211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4954123384376465211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-last-kiss-tasted-like-tobacco.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-1951988754740715395</id><published>2009-03-09T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:17:54.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dreading the 17th of march. let's cross our fingers and pray that ms chua yun rong can breeze through that day. OH MAN. in case you didnt know, 17th is the released of the results. ( heard it from mun today) so. i pray that my entire holiday doesnt get ruined.i'm scareddddddddddddd.pfftt. though its no way comparable to alvls results. but its still something that my/our future depends on. sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a ligher and a happier note, we can skipped the cooking this friday. in case you didnt know, the "exhibition" this coming friday has been pushed back to somewhere on the first week of april. and it so happens that my entire grp is down for the TIP. which means, we don't have to cook! yippie!~ me and dodo were like jumping for joy at the bouna vista mrt station. hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the briefing today wasn't VERYYYY informative. but still, we got to meet up with our teacher-in-charged. i'm having a headache over what to wear cos apparently, they make it sound like our poly attire is not suitable. AT ALL. holy cow. i have zilch idea on what to wear now. *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to constantly remind myself to bring lappy next next monday cos i bet i'll forget. but i'm nervoussss. pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for the day folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next interesting update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1951988754740715395?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1951988754740715395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1951988754740715395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1951988754740715395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1951988754740715395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-dreading-17th-of-march.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8464841132445006207</id><published>2009-03-08T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:05:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SbPapKbQAyI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Kmokk33jTHk/s1600-h/28b47919e146f760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SbPapKbQAyI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Kmokk33jTHk/s200/28b47919e146f760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310828786308088610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound downright kiddish. but its seriously yummyy! you know in the past the kinder egg is like super sweet and thick. so you get sick of it after awhile. but this is totally different the two yummy coco balls are love. and whatmore they provide you with a tiny plastic spoon so you literally scoop the chocolate up and eat it. muahah~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a kick from eating it cos the coca balls reminds me of the mini kinder egg that they sell in candy empire. the entire egg has this biscust-ty feel. ouhhh~ i'm just salivating from the thought of it. whatmore this mini egg is made in germany. woohoo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT an egg cost like 1.50. duper ex luh. in the past they sell in a box of 3 right. which i think cos about 3 dollars plus. why can't they just sell it in package form and at a cheaper rate. PFFTT. imagine buying 2 eggs cost you like 3 dollars. tsk tsk.3 dollars can at least buy you a plate of chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound super aunty here. but i'm just trying to bring out how expensive the egg is. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw. you guys should try it. i want MORE MORE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is also about time i start heading to the gym SOON. i'm turning into a blob of fat soon if i continue to sit infront of the DAMM lappy 24/7. gahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy that recently i've found this website that has like manyy taiwan dramas and variety show in it. http://tw.sugoideas.com this is the web. its enough to entertain me for abit. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw just a mini shout out to sweetie. i'm sooo proud of you for being so strong. i haven got a chance to say this to you yet. but i'm sure you'll make it to wherever you wanna go. so continue to be strong and you'll always have a bunch of friends behind you.(including me! (: ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty that's more or less about my "adventurous" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8464841132445006207?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8464841132445006207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8464841132445006207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8464841132445006207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8464841132445006207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-sound-downright-kiddish.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SbPapKbQAyI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Kmokk33jTHk/s72-c/28b47919e146f760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-7471513851711660074</id><published>2009-03-06T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:17:49.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES YES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its standard procedure. but i decided not to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i mean bombing those alvl peeps with good luck msges and what not. these guys must be STRESS enough. so i'll do it here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST you peeps. there's always someone for you to lean on if anything happens. be it to cry on (choi!) or to celebrate with. so dun get toooo stress out and GOOD LUCK! heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and we just got to know where we're being "shipped" to for the TIP (teaching internship programme) i was taken by surprise cos we expected to know it only like on coming monday? and i even expected later. so it was totally OMGWTH! when mun msged me to inform me they sent our posting to our email. hee hee. uber cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda disappointed that i didnt get posted to my first choice but i just realise i'm not alone. heh heh~ so its okayy. i got assumption english instead. my second choice. well its really near my house though i still gotta take a train and a bus. grrrr. i hate changing transport. but yeahh. whatever~ i hope its gonna be fun! and interesting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it. something random. i painted my nails today! to hell with coming friday. PFTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7471513851711660074?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7471513851711660074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7471513851711660074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7471513851711660074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7471513851711660074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-9139970989381932113</id><published>2009-03-05T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:39:30.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah its just another one of those day where you wake up and feel all blue and irritated. pffttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-9139970989381932113?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/9139970989381932113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=9139970989381932113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9139970989381932113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/9139970989381932113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-its-just-another-one-of-those-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-4939639400381460055</id><published>2009-03-04T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:38:56.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O GOD DAMMIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does school have to haunt us with that bloody nightmare of balls and more shitty balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't we already got enough of ballssss already. what platform to interact with companies. bullcrap. you think these people will actually remember our faces and den go OH ITS YOU. when we even have a chance to go for an interview for a prospecting job. DREAM ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you __________ are just lonely that we get holidays and you don't. PFFTTT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't bloody hell get rid of my nail polish just for that. * just a sidenote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. IRRITATING stuff aside. caught he's just not that into you with sweetie today! not bad. not bad at all. prolly 3.5 hearts/ 5 hearts ? just that the beginning of the show was pretty confusing. cos i didnt know who's acting in the film so i just saw many many hot guys and girls popping out. slowly the story sets into place. and yeah! bradely cooper is the sex in the movie! duper hot. but i hated how he cheated on his wife. grrrr. and scarlett johansson was a slut( in the movie). hitting on a married guy. and i can't believe she's married! ( in real life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin long is my guy! muahaha. i like his character. i kept thinking he looked like adam sandler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy i must sound SUPERRRRR bimbotic. let me just have it every once in awhile alright. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. had a mini shopping spree after that. awesome! and EARLY DINNER was super YUMMLICIOUS too! swensen. the both of us were just bloody hungry that we just dig into our food like nobody's business. muahaha~ bumped into jy and her bf at bugis. haha! den headed to national lib. i'm in need of some good reads this holiday otherwise my brain cells are alll gonna be fried by staring at the com 24/7 tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;borrowed another 2 thrillers by catherine fox. i have been wanting to read her books for awhile now. yeahh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and did i mention. i met amin on the way to city hall had quite a long chat with him updated each other on our progress. cool! i didnt know we could have so much to talk about! i thought it would be rather akward with such a long trip to cityhall. but nope! nice chat we had! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i think thats about it. monday's coming soon. can't wait for what's instore for us cos up till now i still have zilch idea over what we're SUPPOSE to do for the teaching internship programme. and we have yet to know where we're being "shipped" too. haha! so i hope we get to know it by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the dreadful friday. urghhhh. shall stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. au revoir!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-4939639400381460055?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/4939639400381460055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=4939639400381460055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4939639400381460055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/4939639400381460055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-god-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-1281834337212047009</id><published>2009-03-02T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:43:26.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who knows me WELL. knows i love HORROR. books/film/rides yada yada yada. and being EXTREMELY bored at home today i was looking for a hongkong drama about ghostbusters i heard its funny not scary. so i keyed in the english name of the film found nothing. more research and i came across its chinese title 靈舍不同. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typed it in youtube and i didnt get any of the stuff i was looking for. BUT. i came across videos about this taiwan progamme. they're actually speaking about supernatural experiences! ultrlord cool. but the thing is that! i'm SCAREDDDDDD. to watch it alone. i tried watching one on puppets. god knows how frightened i am of puppets. place one in a room with me while i sleep. i swear i'll lose sleep the entire night. especially clowns. *goosebumps* i barely managed to finish watching vids. not mentioning that i kept pausing in btw to watch some "happy" vids because the atmosphere is too creepy. and it doesnt help that its raining pouring thundering outside. i nearly jumped out of my skin for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave up when the person actually tried showing pictures. i covered my eyes in front of my laptop. sounds stupid i knowww. but who cares! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch more more more! but the worst thing is that my dad's overseas. i'm totally freaked out. haha! i tried watching another one where a little boy says that he can actually seee a lady and two girl sleeping on his bed. and he refused to sleep there. i couldnt carry on. too scary. until i can overcome this "fear" haha. i bet i'll watch a little and stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for those who loves this kinda thing like me. you should prolly go source it out and watch. interesting stuff. 靈舍不同 just type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. till then! ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1281834337212047009?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1281834337212047009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1281834337212047009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1281834337212047009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1281834337212047009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-3938140742199291158</id><published>2009-03-01T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:56:52.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt i was __________________ yest night. holy shit. even dreamt of ki bum from boys before flowers. role name: yi jung. teehee. in case you aren't any korean freak. never mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adidas party was fun fun fun! such an eyeopener.loads of free booze, cocktail and guess what! tonnes of ben n jerry ice cream and frocklick's yoghurt. hoho! then there's all those celebs. though i didnt stay to see all of them. some pictures though! too lazy to upload all of em. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SapMqPGwI0I/AAAAAAAAAxg/ow1ZQzPevZM/s200/DSC02651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308139399302619970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SapMqNPvX7I/AAAAAAAAAxY/xiU9MxJMC0U/s1600-h/DSC02650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SapMqNPvX7I/AAAAAAAAAxY/xiU9MxJMC0U/s200/DSC02650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308139398803447730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SapMpzE1gCI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ewhyIi3-Hys/s1600-h/DSC02649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SapMpzE1gCI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ewhyIi3-Hys/s200/DSC02649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308139391778390050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. it nothing much until work begins (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-3938140742199291158?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/3938140742199291158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=3938140742199291158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3938140742199291158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3938140742199291158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/03/hola-i-dreamt-i-was-yest-night.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SapNlg4sedI/AAAAAAAAAyo/c55UjEOV2uc/s72-c/SNC00143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-7156178325977639646</id><published>2009-02-26T18:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:30:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. world. i'm BACK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on a haitus for 2 weeks or so. hasn't been fum. nah-ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the nightmare is finally overrrrrrrrr peeps. let's partayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i have tonnes to update you guys about. loads of huge ass stuff. so let's begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up. i pretty much screw up half of the modules. pffttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, 987 is such a cheater BUG. they recommend some GREAT horror film to catch. decided to try it out with dodo and vanessa on wed. "let the right one in". i felt soooooooo bad for wasting their 6 bucks on such a crappy show. thank god dodo mention that it wasn't half as bad. but i still thought it sucks though. its some kind of "HORROR" flick which i don't seem to find any part HORRIFYING at all. turns out to be some swedish film about 2 kids. the 12 year old girl's a vamp. the 12 year old boy keeps getting bullied and some BIZZARE stuff happen along the way. totally value for money. NOT. i'll give it like 1/5 stars? turns out to be some minor love story with a few fear factors in them which was totally not scary at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. next up. because of exams, the radio has been pretty much my companion for the past 2 weeks. AND guess what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaegEHUOQPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5ZFEzoprtz8/s1600-h/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaegEHUOQPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5ZFEzoprtz8/s200/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307386678423208178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DOUBLE YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Saekm3Vrw0I/AAAAAAAAAxI/NRQvsheDYfM/s1600-h/DSC02612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Saekm3Vrw0I/AAAAAAAAAxI/NRQvsheDYfM/s200/DSC02612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307391673476301634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both stuff are won on different occasion but on the same day. haha! the watch with the tickets half the credit goes to mun! it so happened that while waiting for her to go to school, i decided to call in to see if i'll get through. and the phone started ringing. 30 sec later. it got picked up. i was totally freaing out cos i had zilch idea what i was suppose to do. luckily, before i got air on radio, mun arrived. and we sorta answered the ques together. teehee! she prolly save my ass on the first one. and the second ques was some soccer ques.zomg.i dun catch soccer! but i randomly picked the right ans. and WALA! hoho~ i've won myself a pair of tickets and a watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tickets only, i got it in the middle of the night. and so i had nothing else better to do and decided to try my luck again. hoho! i had to come up with some dark secret which i didnt had any. so i cooked up some lame ass story. not going to reveal here. AHA. only a few knows cos is serious. STUPID. teehee. doesn't matter. i got hooked on winning stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me what this adidas house party is about cos i have NOOOO idea. prolly gonna check it out later. wahoo! such an eyeopener! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta extend my thanks out to dodo and vanessa who accompained me to mediacorp to collect the stuff. such hot and weltering weather. zomg. i nearly died. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again! here's the stuff! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Saeije5YBEI/AAAAAAAAAwY/wonlGPcC01Y/s1600-h/DSC02627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/Saeije5YBEI/AAAAAAAAAwY/wonlGPcC01Y/s200/DSC02627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307389416352252994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijYtr8kI/AAAAAAAAAwg/1EoUosCZnbE/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijYtr8kI/AAAAAAAAAwg/1EoUosCZnbE/s200/DSC02631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307389414692614722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijcLm_nI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qzDo3ECz7MQ/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijcLm_nI/AAAAAAAAAwo/qzDo3ECz7MQ/s200/DSC02634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307389415623425650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijQ12rdI/AAAAAAAAAww/8GvwG05W__0/s1600-h/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijQ12rdI/AAAAAAAAAww/8GvwG05W__0/s200/DSC02635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307389412579388882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijlcDI5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/j2KMipaSQok/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeijlcDI5I/AAAAAAAAAw4/j2KMipaSQok/s200/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307389418108298130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeitmqZqvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/x1FPVFnnHik/s1600-h/DSC02638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaeitmqZqvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/x1FPVFnnHik/s200/DSC02638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307389590235622130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAH!~ that's part 1 *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2 is that! my holiday this year is occupied! hohoho~ apparently the moe guy dropped us an email to confirm the attachment. which means kachink should be flying in more or less! can't wait *rub hands gleefully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cross my finger that it won't rain next thurs cos i've gotta a date with sweetie to the marina barriage! awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty. i should end off here for now. till then. wait for the coolest update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7156178325977639646?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7156178325977639646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7156178325977639646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7156178325977639646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7156178325977639646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SaegEHUOQPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/5ZFEzoprtz8/s72-c/DSC02615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-5374121871458227209</id><published>2009-02-15T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:07:05.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i SIMPLY cannot understand why would someone at aged 18 would still write and do such things. its really, seriously, very. secondary sch-ish. i mean i have NO reason to have any reaction after reading someone's blog. but it just gets on my nerve after reading that entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft. get a life and change a group lah. *roll eyes* big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-5374121871458227209?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/5374121871458227209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=5374121871458227209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5374121871458227209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/5374121871458227209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-simply-cannot-understand-why-would.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-1474445692120154306</id><published>2009-02-15T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:18:12.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR WANT: step on leggings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*newsflash* boys are actually just a want. teehee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1474445692120154306?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1474445692120154306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1474445692120154306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1474445692120154306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1474445692120154306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/alert-major-want-step-on-leggings.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-1490763137295583455</id><published>2009-02-13T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:23:45.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>c.a.n.'.t. F.O.C.U.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang it. it doesnt help that its the bloody weekend tmr. pfttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-1490763137295583455?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/1490763137295583455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=1490763137295583455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1490763137295583455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/1490763137295583455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/c.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-400032791193600370</id><published>2009-02-13T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:13:10.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's too short to be spent mugging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's too short to be spent working your ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take life as it is. face it, make do with it, appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wait till you know that its ending and then start regretting about the things undone, the things done wrongly and the things you want to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live life as it is. live it to its fullest. love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-400032791193600370?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/400032791193600370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=400032791193600370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/400032791193600370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/400032791193600370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-too-short-to-be-spent-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2326477156040390943</id><published>2009-02-11T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:19:42.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i SWEAR by my name that lizards are the world most digusting creature. and its tail is even worst than it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP. i'm afraid of lizards that's enough already. why must its tail haunt me too. i can never understand why its tail is able to have a life on its own. wiggling like nodody's business. i know its how nature is *roll eyes* but it's just freaking GROSS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins ago i just had an encounter with 1. scare the living daylights outta me. i was clearing the dustbin as usual, place my hand to pick up the remaining rubbish when this freaking thing jumped out of the bin into the sink. i took a peep and there it was a baby lizard *goosebumps* i decided to ignore it at first. but on second look, its tail seems to be missing!!!! zomg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squealed like mad and screamed for my dad to come and check the bin before i place my hands in again. wa lao. he's can't be bother attitude. just because he wanted his beer and peanuts. shook the bin a few times and told me no lah. dun have. i wanted to double check again so i lift up the bin. my bin's transparent fyi. and i see at the bottom of the bin there's this thing wriggling. zomgggggggggggg..... i swear its just freaking grossssssss. i couldn't care less. dad's gonna throw the rubbish. i wouldn't even dream of emptying the bin into the plastic bag. over my dead body yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR. why should lizards even exist. pfttt. and to think their from the dinosaur age. EEYER~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2326477156040390943?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2326477156040390943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2326477156040390943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2326477156040390943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2326477156040390943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-swear-by-my-name-that-lizards-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-210846522526124439</id><published>2009-02-09T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:47:38.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. If your life was all you had to give, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally blown away. yet again. i've finished all 754 pages of the book in just 2 days. too hard for me to resist. too hard for me to hold back. but at least i could concentrate at the task at hand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGIE thanks to shi pei who lend me her storybook! and its new. as in she haven even read it before and i got the honour to read it first. teehee. i love the happy ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first read the short para above, the only possibility i could come out with was jacob has to kill her. cos she's a vampire now. and he's a werewolf. they're enemies by nature. but after reading halfway through the book and read the line again, i found so much more meaning in it. I would totally adore renesmee if i could see how she looks like. Stephenie meyer made her look so adorable. and i think adorable is an understatement. i love how the story circle around compassion and love. how both enemies can come together and become each other's allies to protect one common thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll be suffering from the withdrawal of twilight. can't wait to see how the movie would be like. thought it would be nothing like the book. i konw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till den. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-210846522526124439?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/210846522526124439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=210846522526124439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/210846522526124439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/210846522526124439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-loved-one-who-was-killing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8224201253924187501</id><published>2009-02-05T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:22:52.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; "and i realise that i've been wrong all along about the magnets. It had not been Edward or Jacob that i'd been trying to froce together, it was the two parts of myself, Edward's bella and Jacob's Bella. But they could not exist together, and i never should have tried."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never never expected this twist in the story. and i'm totally taken aback. i actually cried reading the book. and this is the second time a storybook made me cry i think the fact that i was also listening to sad music contributed part of it luh. but i teared not because i was sad. its because i'm touched. i'm touched how bella discover that she truly loves jacob. and how she's willing to do anything to keep him save and by her side. and yet again i'm touched by edward's understandng. really touched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the climax of the book. have you ever been pulled into a storybook so bad that time flies before you know it. and its so damm hard to pull yourself away from it.reading notes its tortorous. like time crawls. but when you start reading the book. before you know it 1 hour has just flown past and its amazing. AHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i begin reading eclipse, i thought i lost all interest in twilight already. cos i actually found the first part of the book boring. maybe its because i was detached from the plot for quite some time and it took me awhile to warm up. but after that its like a whirlpool! sucking you in. deep. WOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i hard some crappy shit from the radio. apparantely STEVEN KING is slamming STEPHENIE for exposing young girls to heart matters too soon. he critised her for using heart skipped a beat and blushing etc etc. omg.which era does he live in. as an author you mean using these terms are wrong?! then how should you explain that you're feeling exhiliarated from meeting your loved one? oh. edward my edward. when i see you. my heart will jump fast. very very fast. fast fast leh. why ah? pftttt. and den when you blush you can't say that you're blushing. den what. AIYA when i see you my face turn pink colour leh. OUHH!~ my face is pink colour when i see you. lame shit luh. he's prolly just jealous that stephenie meyer is gaining all the attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. i can't wait to get my hands on breaking dawn from shi pei tmr. woohoo~ i have to curb my desire to read. exams are just around the corner you know~ tskkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that about it for now. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8224201253924187501?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8224201253924187501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8224201253924187501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8224201253924187501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8224201253924187501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-realise-that-ive-been-wrong-all.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8798492611369584817</id><published>2009-02-04T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:40:33.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIFE is pretty much a BOREEEEE these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh~ presentations are killers and so are reports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does not help that exams are just around the corner. no it does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH~~ no moody mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want charles and keith shoesss. pffttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8798492611369584817?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8798492611369584817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8798492611369584817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8798492611369584817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8798492611369584817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-pretty-much-boreeeee-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8239547827291739237</id><published>2009-02-01T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:20:36.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SYWuXE15VLI/AAAAAAAAAwA/AQun6P-obLU/s1600-h/happier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SYWuXE15VLI/AAAAAAAAAwA/AQun6P-obLU/s200/happier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297832248131278002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart; i've left it with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8239547827291739237?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8239547827291739237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8239547827291739237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8239547827291739237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8239547827291739237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-be-back-so-soon-you-wont-hav-time.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SYWuXE15VLI/AAAAAAAAAwA/AQun6P-obLU/s72-c/happier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-6047928284568235143</id><published>2009-02-01T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:57:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling to blaaahhhh to blog. just do a short one eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dark circles are getting darker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting fatter with every mouthful of CNY snacks. GRRRR. i gotta get my arse off the chair and bloody excerise. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting comments that my sister is looking more and more like me. esp since she recently started wearing specs. and since its like CNY and we see our every once-in-a-year seen relatives. but today when i looked at our reflection in a window. i suddenly could see the resemblance. it feels so weirdddd. cos we never looked alike since young. okayy. when SHE'S younger. its like she's so fair whereas i'm so chao-ta looking. i'm never fair since young and i kept getting mistaken as a malay when i was younger. i should seriously go dig up one pic. and that was still when my eyes were bigger and rounder. ever since the spec wearing period started my eyes started to shrunk in size. pfftttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just really werid to see her growing more and more like me. especially since she's getting more and more under the sun and slowly becoming darker. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that part was random. yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just got back from another mini CNY visiting at my dad's friend's house. teehee. more angpaos means more ka-chink! goody. there were many many kids there. and many many adults.i pretty much got stuck in the middle cos i'm not an adult just yet. dunno how to mingle with those already married "aunty and uncles". and i'm no longer a kid i can't speak barbie dolls language with them. so what do i do? EAT. -.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's this little girl. that so damm chubby. omgggg. i totally loveeeeee cuddling her can. she's like a teddy bear. and i see her like every once in a year so she still remembers me. hoho! and whatmore! she's born in the year of the horse too. my species. bahaha! and glutton as me. i need to kidnap her home. muahhahaha~ i don't sound like a paedophile right? right. heh. she's just too cute and chubby to resist. the best part was she even came up to me while we were leaving to give me a peck on the cheek! heeheee. so sweet (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy that about it. my "short entry" don't seem really short. i think the main reason i'm doing this is i'm waiting for the bloodt vid to finish dl-ing. whiling some time away. i can hardly understand my point for writing this! LOL i'm in a sleepy mood. so pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6047928284568235143?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6047928284568235143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6047928284568235143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6047928284568235143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6047928284568235143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-to-blaaahhhh-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-7159510699505963574</id><published>2009-01-28T01:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:23:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with my begawa solo friends was awesome! as usual, i'm always the quiet one. like sweetie has mention i don't enjoy crowds. but well. not that i don't. i guess i just prefer to sit in a corner and soak in whatever that is going on. i'll be more free and easy with the people i'm more familiarise. even during reunion dinner its the same thing. i'll just sit and listen at daddy's side. i'm more of my own crappy self side with mommy's (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. its a very huge contrast right for those who know me in poly. i'm not the usual crappy self. heh. call me man re! i need to warm-up first. *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless. its still freaking fun with thesr bunch of people. i expected gambling, drinking and whatnot. but guess what! we played donkey. which was hilarious. it has been like !@#$%^&amp; years since i played that! uber blurred at first. haha! but it got exciting later on. we had like stakes of chocolate, potato chips, wine, 1L glass of water, oranges, coke. and zomg. i suffered the fate of 10 pieces of vanhousten chocolates, 4 ferror roche, 1/4 of a can of pringle's potato chip. tell me how not to get fat. eeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, they started chit-chatting while i just sat and listen (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we had a champagne and a major photo-taking session to send everything off! woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peekture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OvXOs-JI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iv5dUFPIrok/s1600-h/DSC00779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OvXOs-JI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iv5dUFPIrok/s200/DSC00779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296038262407493778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together with the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9QNmPf0WI/AAAAAAAAAv4/v8GoAEFofpQ/s1600-h/DSC00174+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9QNmPf0WI/AAAAAAAAAv4/v8GoAEFofpQ/s200/DSC00174+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296039881345061218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OvXGhMaI/AAAAAAAAAvo/BeVgQh9zl0M/s1600-h/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OvXGhMaI/AAAAAAAAAvo/BeVgQh9zl0M/s200/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296038262373167522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne (jo's sister) and me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OZqhcE6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/fC-emVUg0hc/s1600-h/DSC00789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OZqhcE6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/fC-emVUg0hc/s200/DSC00789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296037889629229986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sony erisson ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OZdntRkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/xYKLGG4NrWk/s1600-h/P2701090003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OZdntRkI/AAAAAAAAAvY/xYKLGG4NrWk/s200/P2701090003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296037886165861954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su zhen and me(again heh)! people say we look alike! even my mom say's so. and i just realise that we actually do esp when we're in the same color clothings. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OYzRdBEI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XMZ2A5O1u_M/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OYzRdBEI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XMZ2A5O1u_M/s200/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296037874798232642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranking from the youngest (me!) to the oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OYgb2wBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/y-FK8RYybqE/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OYgb2wBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/y-FK8RYybqE/s200/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296037869741588498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7159510699505963574?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7159510699505963574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7159510699505963574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7159510699505963574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7159510699505963574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-out-with-my-begawa-solo-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SX9OvXOs-JI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iv5dUFPIrok/s72-c/DSC00779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-6363741956928396649</id><published>2009-01-25T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:39:57.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm becoming lazy to blog. pfftt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's cos there is like buckets of pictures to upload and i have no idea which to. let's go backwards then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was "reunion dinner" with 4/9 peeps. but its the usual few again. its fun to hear stories from YC and jovan. aha. especially about the grenade incident and how army guys look alllllllll the same. AHA. haggen daz is heaven though the price is "heaven" as well. i left early for IMM later on. that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i should say this here. but i'm tired. tired of waiting for late people, tired of trying to fit in. its not anyone's problem. but i guess there's a difference in our mentality. i can't find the common topic. this problem has been there since #$%^&amp;*( years after we graduated. i'm just there because i thought it would be different each time. i guess i somewhat understand how _________ feels about it now. i've discussed this with sweetie some time back. but it guess its no difference. maybe i can handle something like meeting up annually to update each other about our progress. but if its just some random outing to have fun i'll prolly just cut back on my appearance. cos i just don't feel comfortable. i know someone will see this and it would be passed on to another one. since i've decided to finally pen down my thoughts, well then so be it. i don't think anyone would get hurt by reading this cos i haven't used any harshed words. but if it did, i'm sorry about things going this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've changed. not physical appearance. but my character. i know i've became more irritable recently. i get irritated easily and i believe i irritate people too. well maybe its time to do something about it. just &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday outing with dodo to JP too. was fun. especially with good food! yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this 50 dollars voucher that mum gave. so we decided to try out the japanese buffet there. wooo! we only had to pay like $6.66 each. for all these wide array of food. hurray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO2FIrDfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/v0eRVKdKkh4/s1600-h/DSC02395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO2FIrDfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/v0eRVKdKkh4/s200/DSC02395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123584135138802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO2B7YcoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/D_aw4-7iVTk/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO2B7YcoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/D_aw4-7iVTk/s200/DSC02382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123583274087042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO11xZnrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lt9NhfhSJOo/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO11xZnrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/lt9NhfhSJOo/s200/DSC02382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123580010995378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO1wzgBcI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rlcRwijpFQo/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO1wzgBcI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rlcRwijpFQo/s200/DSC02376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123578677626306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO1ig84UI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nDRDFTEckYI/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO1ig84UI/AAAAAAAAAtA/nDRDFTEckYI/s200/DSC02377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123574841729346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwXLSFxQiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/fSmursYP0rE/s1600-h/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwWsQSG7aI/AAAAAAAAAuI/aQ_C4yDWQV0/s200/DSC02375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132211421834658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwWsJnYzhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/cnu1C8WJKc8/s1600-h/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwWsJnYzhI/AAAAAAAAAuA/cnu1C8WJKc8/s200/DSC02372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132209632038418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwWsI-tueI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zT0WD_epMpU/s1600-h/DSC02436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwWsI-tueI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zT0WD_epMpU/s200/DSC02436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132209461443042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwWsJhhGyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/a13zc5PSd_s/s1600-h/DSC02387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwWsJhhGyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/a13zc5PSd_s/s200/DSC02387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295132209607416610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to upload the rest. maybe in FB? heh. but there are so many unglam shots luh. oh! i have to upload this classic one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy as you can see. there are two hole on each of our hands. stupid dodo used her fork to poke me so hard. thus creating a hole on my poor hand. its like the heel step she gave me on thurs is not enough. pfftt. then i had to get back at her and i poke her with a fork too! muahaha~ revenge is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said this was some kind of twin mark. eeee childish pig! AHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwUmS7g87I/AAAAAAAAAto/m2RPkg79GKk/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwUmS7g87I/AAAAAAAAAto/m2RPkg79GKk/s200/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295129910029906866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with no money is seriously a painfulllllllll affair. sigh i saw so many things that i really wanted. and if i had the ka-chink! i would definately bag them home! muahah. but finally for once! once! dodo did her new year shopping and i went back home empty handed! except for the eclipse that i have been waiting for agessssssss. YIPPIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i would have something to do over the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy NIU year to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-6363741956928396649?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/6363741956928396649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=6363741956928396649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6363741956928396649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/6363741956928396649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-becoming-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXwO2FIrDfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/v0eRVKdKkh4/s72-c/DSC02395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-8470902582631199481</id><published>2009-01-22T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:42:18.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOHOHO! i'm ba-ck-ck-ck-ck-ck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy molly! the week have been tough (again) no doubt. with me staying up till 5 in the morning to finish that bloody NS project. and having to wake up at 745 the next day. nightmare. it was supposed to be finished initially at 12am. and it did. just that i discover major mistakes and me and dodo had to correct them at the last minute. painfully torturous. being a nutrionist is not joke! okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the food exhibition which was the worst one ever. no vibe no vibe and its seriously squeezy. and to make it worst, the judges forgot a bench of us. and we kept having to reheat and reheat our food for them. tsk tsk. but it was hell load of fun playing with jieying's camera thingy. super cool lah! i love the fisheye cam. dodo munny and me made it a day to wear long skirts together. bahah! and we had a duper tak glam phototaking session after the preparation. zomg. its and super unglam. if it were to be seen by anyone. especially our class people. i wouldnt want to be seen by them for a week! HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the week has finally came to a short but eventful yet torturous end. but i can't wait for tmr. cos its good food good, food good, good food all the way to sunday! vavavoom! tmr's there's lunch date. sat there's dinner date with the lovely 4/9 peeps! early reunion yo. with haggen daz ice cream in plan. waHOO!~ and then there's reunion dinner which i heard its at vivo! love love love the coming 6 days. but i'm gonna hate the days after that. cos it slogging allllll the way till sem exams end. fuhhreak. pffftt. still! i anticipate tmr to come even more. cos eclipse will be waiting for me *in heaven* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today today today. many many many stuff happen. i fell in school! holy crap. but luckily no one saw except mun. zomg. its seriously embarassing can. if the others had saw, i swear i would find a hole/dig a hole to hide myself. where has all my "demure-ness" go. BAHAH! not that i had any in the first place. but zomg. i totally love mun expression when she saw me falling. duper CLASSIC! hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to just walk away, pretending nothing happened behind "closed" walls thought i bet there would be a blue-black on my tigh. pffft. and my dear foot got stepped on by stinky dodo on heels. pffttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly there was an incident that left me fuming mad. FUMING. i know that B****** won be reading this. but no one shoos me off. you SOB. whatmore you're nothing. just a damm ignorant self-proclaimed "better looking guy". how dare you. i swear i could have almost walked up to you and give you a tight slap. bloody sucker ball. please be less thick skin can. and you think you're the bestest looking guy in the whole world?! think again sucker. go get a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sharp with my words. so what. i'm a bitch if you step on my toe. don't make me go "i told you so". DAMM you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but be crude here. so pardon me. fuck you fucking "person" go get a mirror and never in a million years let me appear infront of me again. fuck you. sucker. go rot lah! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i could have been more crude seriously. but i'm holding myself back cos there are ppl reading this and i still gotta maintain my "image" LOL. but i'm still fuming mad whenever i think of it lah! tsk. shan't let a sucker spoil the rest of my day. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8470902582631199481?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8470902582631199481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8470902582631199481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8470902582631199481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8470902582631199481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/yohoho-im-ba-ck-ck-ck-ck-ck-holy-molly.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-2377844763077809488</id><published>2009-01-18T13:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:29:14.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me just do this before i lose the mood again. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning its gonna be a long long longgggg post ahead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school officially sucks for me. never has been this sucky before with all the damm bloody last min deadline of projects ( okayy, maybe its because we didnt check it properly ), but it still sucks. and then there is the preparation of the 50 damm balls on tue. when have i ever started looking like a ball churning machine. pfffttt. and there is closing of the sem exams. FREAk. no time means no time. i had better buck up this time round. otherwise i can just jump down and die for all i care. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, on a happier note, retail therapy on friday was hellva awesome. dodo keeps labelling me as a shopaholic. i didnt wanna admit it at first. but after sitting down and recollecting about all the things i bought since the m'sia trip till today. i realise its alot. (opps!) so we started out by going to sch to test the quality of the balls after cook-chilling. lets just skip this part eh. its boring. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we okayy maybe i excitedly head on to vivo. dodo wasn't really in the mood cos she's sick. pffft. of all days right. LOL. but on the way there, we were so involved in talking about i dunno what, we almost forgot to alight and change train. it was until dodo suddenly asked. eh! aren't we suppose to alight? that we rushed out of the train before the door close. puahaha!~ its embarassing can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at vivio, even being sick, dodo's a glutton. she kept hinting a hungry man is an angry man. she kept wanting to look for food. LOL. after that it was highness upon reaching F21!! i had no idea that the apparels there were like so damm cheap! i've always thought it would cost like 20-30 bucks for some bangles, necklace. bahaha! and i was proven wrong. i almost couldn't control myself and spent on a bangle again. which is my current fetish. i have like tonns of them at home now :X and the end i changed my mind and got something else instead. heehee. not gonna tell just yet. =P dodo got her stuff too and she was suffering just as much as me too. i had to give up my bangle and she had to give up her coin braclet. which she keeps lamenting after that about not getting it. LOL. then there was nothing much at vivo, except i got a belt that was similar to what i was looking for at 37 degrees. 10 bucks. that's quite a steal leh! oh and then there was the phototaking session at some place which i cannot recall.river island/mango/gap?? bahah. but anw i tried on a couple of shoes which are totally to die for. zomg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could hardly walk with this shoe. cos it like freaking tall. i bet 50 bucks that i would sprain my ankle badly if i were to take 20 steps with this shoes. nevertheless its like hell nice! my dream shoe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE3OSJUSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/En2bNnVFyMo/s1600-h/DSC02316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE3OSJUSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/En2bNnVFyMo/s200/DSC02316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292508965119807778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE3PJ8JcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BkevS1lP_c0/s1600-h/DSC02315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE3PJ8JcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BkevS1lP_c0/s200/DSC02315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292508965353825730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE2_WpkiI/AAAAAAAAArs/Sq-zKIr9Rtg/s1600-h/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE2_WpkiI/AAAAAAAAArs/Sq-zKIr9Rtg/s200/DSC02314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292508961112166946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this as well! at least i can walk in them. i'll marry anyone who would get me this pair of shoes. just joking (: but its like 100 over dollars. oh mymy oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE212tCTI/AAAAAAAAArk/OO_bgH3d1hQ/s1600-h/DSC02313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE212tCTI/AAAAAAAAArk/OO_bgH3d1hQ/s200/DSC02313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292508958562257202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE2sSAekI/AAAAAAAAArc/Su6QGiILwsE/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE2sSAekI/AAAAAAAAArc/Su6QGiILwsE/s200/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292508955992422978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end the phototaking session! cam whores!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to act like we're doing something else cos somebody was walking past. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLF34mrwII/AAAAAAAAAsE/LGvSVnwP7U0/s1600-h/DSC02307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLF34mrwII/AAAAAAAAAsE/LGvSVnwP7U0/s200/DSC02307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292510075991867522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLF3-K-flI/AAAAAAAAAsU/u6-G5Lx7wHM/s1600-h/DSC02309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLF3-K-flI/AAAAAAAAAsU/u6-G5Lx7wHM/s200/DSC02309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292510077486267986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLF30T5HeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gJDfyh-q2wA/s1600-h/DSC02308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLF30T5HeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gJDfyh-q2wA/s200/DSC02308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292510074839309794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we had our early dinner at super dog before heading down to bugis. my virgin trip to super dog and its awesome! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLGhfmzLyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/cdVuHiBiUEk/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLGhfmzLyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/cdVuHiBiUEk/s200/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292510790835973922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLGhm6a9oI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mw3xwLl-FX4/s1600-h/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLGhm6a9oI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mw3xwLl-FX4/s200/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292510792797320834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dodo that i went out with. muahahah~ she'll kill me if she sees this! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLGhqrW-_I/AAAAAAAAAss/MDlbDHN0Hdg/s1600-h/DSC02319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLGhqrW-_I/AAAAAAAAAss/MDlbDHN0Hdg/s200/DSC02319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292510793807887346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2 now! (: it was at bugis where all hell broke loose. it was dodo for was suppose to be looking for her new year stuff. but in the end, i bought more stuff then her when i was suppose to be already done with my new year stuff. and the last straw was at the shoe shop. mitju. i fell in love with this pair of shoe. and i was almost too broke to get em. i had to dig out every single cent from my already empty wallet. and even had to borrow a dollar from dodo. bahhaa!~ but i still got it. by then, my wallet which was thick and fat in the morning almost shrink half in size. i had not even a single penny in my wallet. and that announced that it was time to go home. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i had sososo much fun with dodo on friday. its like a breath of fresh air after the neverending work in school. but it came to a bad end when i reached home and was told about a couple of bad news regarding school. sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was suppose to be out at bugis AGAIN. with mommsy to look for her stuff and for sissy. but i can't help but but buy a couple of stuff again :X but most of the time i was acting as maria, helping to carry the stuff around okayy! teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. see once i start i can't stop. this is one of the bestest best new year ever. i can't wait to put on my 2009 collection! LOL. gotta get back to work eh. running out of time. till then!~ ciao (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-2377844763077809488?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/2377844763077809488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=2377844763077809488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2377844763077809488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/2377844763077809488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-just-do-this-before-i-lose-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SXLE3OSJUSI/AAAAAAAAAr8/En2bNnVFyMo/s72-c/DSC02316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-362631775627677692</id><published>2009-01-15T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:03:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEE PEE DEE DO DA DEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy little lark.&lt;br /&gt;singing like a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUAHAH! please pardon me people. cos i'm on a high now. finally its friday tmr.&lt;br /&gt;this week has been really really really hectic. i have never ever been so stressed since poly started in 2007. year 2 is hard. really hard. sem 2 is even harder. and it has been hell from there on. i was already super stress last saturday, trying to rush out the bloody amtd project. Then there was the last minute rushing of trying to create a PPT for the gastronomy competition. trying to finalise the recipe. we have been staring at mr sweet potato and miss soyabean for the past three days. straight on. omgg. no matter how yummylicious the sweet potato is, there is a point where you would be sick and tired of seeing it. and tmr i still have to go back to school to stare at mr kotobuki soy ball. that's our name for the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not we start from the more important matters. Gastronomy competition ended for us yest. after like 3 gruelling months of trying to come up with the product we finalised it. happy with it. its our kotobuki baby. but it was harshly rejected by the GM of _______. thanks lah eh. stupid snobbish old uncle. when we went out of the presentation lab, all three of us knew it was gone case. disheartened but not dejected cos we knew we did our best. it was later on that i realise that the snobbish old uncle treated almost all the groups from our school the same way. apparently, we heard that he came here to look for dim sum and mocca blended drink product. so his mind was obviously shut off from all other choices. if you wanted to look for such stuff why don't you just open your mouth and ask for it. instead of giving us such a wide theme for the competition and then can't be bothered to try them. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun't want to start complaining how unfair this competition was. cos at least it was an experience and if we continue to keep telling ourselves that, we would only be unhappy. i have learnt that from so many things esp the sfma incident. so its over its over. i just wanna shout out to my girls. munny and dodo candy that we have came a long way. we've have went from been pissed to being ultralord happy with the yummy sweet potato chocolate and to being satisfied with the final dish. kotobuki soyball. without you guys the process of the competition would not have been so much fun and every trial was made enjoyable cos we're able to crap with one another. i truly truly think it is one of the experience that i will bring out of poly deeply etched in my head. love you girls! (:&lt;br /&gt;team no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PewyVBrI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MhcaTDQKOmQ/s1600-h/P1010636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PewyVBrI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MhcaTDQKOmQ/s200/P1010636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291535477094287026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9Pe4tMahI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pW15kBVbzcY/s1600-h/P1010642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9Pe4tMahI/AAAAAAAAAq8/pW15kBVbzcY/s200/P1010642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291535479220234770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PfiXUxdI/AAAAAAAAArU/HfkWxa7jtqI/s1600-h/P1010646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PfiXUxdI/AAAAAAAAArU/HfkWxa7jtqI/s200/P1010646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291535490402797010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PfkBv71I/AAAAAAAAArM/swvNZjbVq6o/s1600-h/P1010644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PfkBv71I/AAAAAAAAArM/swvNZjbVq6o/s200/P1010644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291535490849173330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PfV5mQnI/AAAAAAAAArE/9KY3jkCGCRU/s1600-h/P1010645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PfV5mQnI/AAAAAAAAArE/9KY3jkCGCRU/s200/P1010645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291535487056888434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was the common test results. i so was damm freaking scared when i knew it came out a day earlier. all i could mouth was wtf wtf. seriously. i was that scared. but thank god i didnt do as bad as i thought i was going too. its really time to buck up. its like almost a month to sem exams. holy crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this super cool internship that was made known to us.and i'm so gonna apply for it. we would be undergoing an internship by the moe. to teach in secondary school of couse under the wings of one of the teachers there lah. zomg. i want! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally its fridayyyyyy tmr. since we didnt need to do the sensory evaluation, and all we had to do is to check on the balls tmr, its retail therapy with dodo for the rest of the day. zomg. we're both sooooo eggcited! with all the projects in mind, i really need a breather. i guess i'm not the only one suffering. everybody are also staying late into the night and actually to the extent of falling asleep on thier laptop. poor us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. it has been a long entry. retail therapy tmr. ultralord happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ppl. nice weekend ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-362631775627677692?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/362631775627677692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=362631775627677692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/362631775627677692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/362631775627677692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/yee-pee-dee-do-da-dey-im-happy-little.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9PJjIukAtK8/SW9PewyVBrI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MhcaTDQKOmQ/s72-c/P1010636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278896358280844678.post-3197717606677341686</id><published>2009-01-11T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:00:01.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. sch starts all over again tmr. and its the same damm cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its coming to midnight and i still have truckloads of shit work undone. cool shit. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have a sensitive toe tmr and the rest of the months to come. and if anyone. ANYONE (copy TT's tone if you know what i'm saying) haha. steps on that second toe on my right foot. you're so gonna get it from me. *evil look* HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY dinner with 4/9 peeps on the 26th! i can't wait! esp to see CHIN YOU CHUEN. hoho! *grinz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-3197717606677341686?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/3197717606677341686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=3197717606677341686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3197717606677341686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/3197717606677341686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-7378004550125190622</id><published>2009-01-10T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:12:53.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola! openhouse is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to __________ for the free lunch today! muahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm sensitive to caffeine? after drinking the can of nescafe in the morning, i felt bloated and lowwwww the entire day. its not the only factor contributing to my low-ness luh. there is like truckloads of work waiting for me. and the question that someone asked me also made me felt an all-time low today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying so so hard not to suffer breakdown today. well blame myself for putting things till last min. but knowing that there are so many extra things to be done doesn't help much either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this weekend would be pretty sucky trying to rush everything out. but i really really have to thank siew may for trying to explain what does controversial aspect mean. it totally totally gave me a new direction to work on. instead of still being lost and having no direction at all. i think it partially contributes to why i'm feeling so stress. cos i just cannot get any progess going on. but hell yeah! the prob is solve. wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need retail therapy soon. but where's the time peepole?!!! sigh!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-7378004550125190622?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/7378004550125190622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=7378004550125190622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7378004550125190622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/7378004550125190622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-openhouse-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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-3278896358280844678.post-8355526607828376915</id><published>2009-01-10T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:15:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHO! today was fun shit yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. its not because of the stupid openhouse. uno game was super fun! with so many people although its an never ending game. and we kept laughing. nonstop at all the silly stuff that we're doing and saying. seriously i cannot remember what we have been laughing so much at. there was the "celestchen" own hair joke, "stevenlim" bang his legs joke and OUH! asking ST to lie on the floor as a red carpet for the big shot principle since he's wearing red. LOL. but it was totally fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;openhouse was boring as usual. with the same'ol ques can we drink, can we eat. -.= wth. these are lab stuff. if you wanna eat or drink it by all means do so. nobody's stopping you. grow up lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the NYP crumpler bag. and i know i'm not the only one out there. everybody is like eyeing for the bag. but sch is so cheapo they have to check our ez link before issuing the bag. which means cos our ez link states NYP i can bet half a million that we can't take it. pffttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetie and shi ting came down today! HAHA! its so fun to make use of them to get free food *sniggers* but yeah! its good to see them again. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitching online with sweeties tonight was damm fun. omg. i'm such a "gossiper" but who cares?! *roll eyes* AHA! i know i can be a total bitch at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're looking forward to dinner tmr. muahah! let's see if the power of seven can convice someone for a free dinner! LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got cheated of our feelings today. i remember very very clearly that richard khaw says our results would be release today. so i had the jitter and woke up early this morning. at 11 plus. i know its not early already but considering the fact that i can pig in till 2, its early. so i sat there the whole morning refreshing my page while watching 13 going on 30. nothing. and when we were going back, we decided to give it one last try using jessie com. and guess what she say. i thought the results would be release only on next wed. pfffttt. so much for wasting my beauty sleep. but i can already predict what a nightmare its going to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. this pretty much marks the end of the post. i'm left with nothing to say. except. i know i shouldn't be so sensitive. but oh wellies. who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278896358280844678-8355526607828376915?l=the-magichour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/feeds/8355526607828376915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278896358280844678&amp;postID=8355526607828376915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8355526607828376915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278896358280844678/posts/default/8355526607828376915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-magichour.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoho-today-was-fun-shit-yo-no.html' title=''/><author><name>pen-ed down my thoughts (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02749835554860956504</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>
