<?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-6741569369930530889</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:38:17.158-08:00</updated><category term='ting'/><category term='animals'/><category term='vision'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='christmas service'/><category term='God'/><category term='siaow-ness'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='fast'/><category term='xmas eve'/><category term='new year resolution'/><category term='school'/><category term='toy museum'/><category term='home'/><category term='movie'/><category term='swim'/><category term='rain'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='open house'/><category term='church'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='BFFs'/><category term='fine dining'/><category term='girls night'/><category term='ill'/><category term='love and more love'/><category term='breakaway camp'/><category term='sakae-ing'/><category term='love'/><category term='$$mollar$$'/><category term='christmas party'/><category term='cg'/><category term='serving'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>xinyi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-7998535000219392716</id><published>2009-11-05T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:21:02.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiya guys! I sincerly apologise for not updating this space. I do still blog, just that i don't post it out cos some fragment of thoughts are just not meant for the general public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's already the third week of school and so far so good. Apart from the 4 out of 5 8am timetable, everything else seems pretty alright. What have i been doing lately? I had a pincic with Sharon and Van, Slumber at Sher's, Bry and Mark's bday Chalet, Halloween party in school and in church... Recent events pictures can be found on my Facebook! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyw, today is quite an awesome day cos we had One World Day in school. It's like this exhibition that showcases the different Asean countries and their rich cultural heritage. We sampled different food, learnt how to make korean paper doll and took photos in different ethnic costumes. After that, me and Sher went to this Hindu temple in Chinatown for our Understanding Cross Cultural Diversity project. It's an eye-opener to us and i would definitely appreciate the importance of religion harmony after seeing how different everyone is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After that, we went to catch My Sister's keeper with the rest of the bimbs, Faris, Kel and big Shaun. I've never cried as hard in a cinema and this is so much sadder than Titanic or The notebook! I tried controlling my sobs but it's like so out of control cos it's really really sad. You should catch it to know what i mean! Even the guys teared! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I've always wondered if there is a book written about my life and if each day is like a chapter, today's title would be something like 'Discovering differences, Appreciating Today'.  It seems like today's theme is exploring and expriencing different ethnicity, religion and background.  It's a very wierd thing. Only can i fanthom how precious my homeland, my faith, and good health are to me after i've seen another side of the coin.  I think people tend to take things for granted when we are in our comfort zone and everything seems like it's suppose to be that way. But can you imagine yourself to be born handicap/sick in another less fortunate country where there is no religion freedom? Shudders shudders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And after watching My Sister's Keeper, i think death is not as scary. It's the letting go part that's painful. Does it occur to you that you're going to die one day, that you'll have a funeral in the future. What are your regrets if you're going to drop dead tomorrow? What will people say of you at your funeral? Will your friends turn up? Who's going to remember you? What will people's memory of you be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But still, before that day comes, we should all live our life to the best of our abilities. There's this cliched saying: live life as if it's the last. What will you do if today is your last day on earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.S: Don't crack your brain too much, it's just rhetorical questions that's not worth the funeral of your brain cells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:D Good day peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7998535000219392716?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7998535000219392716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7998535000219392716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7998535000219392716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7998535000219392716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiya-guys-i-sincerly-apologise-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5939737489068933802</id><published>2009-10-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:15:19.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Single women often see themselves as sitting on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;while life passes them by, or as sitting on the bench while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;others play the game. They do not realize that they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;wasting the most important time of their lives, they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;robbing themselves of great joy and reward, they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;robbing their future husbands of a more virtuous woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and they are robbing God of a servant through whom He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;desires to do great things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The Godly Woman-Becoming Esther by Charo and Paul Washer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So true, so true. I chanced upon this old article in my email and the truthfulness of it never fail to struck me. Many too often i heard people lamenting at the sorrows of being single and fear of being left on the shelve. But then, instead of going around searching for 'potential targets' and 'gathering experience', why not learn to enjoy it? Singlehood is a good time where we can learn to serve and love those around us, build strong fellowship with people around, cultivate values like patience and learn to trust God for his provision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till the season, do not stir up nor awaken love untill it pleases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feel free to drop me a message if you want the whole 2pg article. I believe it's applicable to the guys too! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5939737489068933802?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5939737489068933802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5939737489068933802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5939737489068933802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5939737489068933802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-women-often-see-themselves-as.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-1715604761590398151</id><published>2009-10-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:47:01.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some fragment of thoughts while travelling on the train. It's so amazing to just observe your fellow communters and wonder about the person they are, the life they live and the home they go back to everyday. You never know how  the person sitting next to you might be connected in a way or another. I once heard this theory that a stranger is link to another by 7other intermediate friends. I don't think there's a fixed number of people on how people are link but the web of connection between people is simply fascinating. I have a very vivid imagination and one of my favourite pastime is to observe what people are wearing, alighting, doing and conjur up a story for them. This shrivelled-up looking granny wearing a sad frown is abandon by her kids and live a sad life alone, while collecting cardboard for a living and another chap at the next cabin is probably some rich boss, who made his fortune by selling organic vegetable but decided to take the train to do his part to fight carbon dioxide emission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a masquerade party. Each a mask, a different disguise. Some the life of the party, some a passive onlooker. A mask to beautify, to hide, to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath every adult lies a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath every bad guy lies a kind nature.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath evert steel facade lies a soft heart.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath every confident lies insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the crowd lies lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath every strong front lies a yearning for protection.&lt;br /&gt;Under the awkard shuffling lies a need to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's underneath your masquerade mask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1715604761590398151?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1715604761590398151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1715604761590398151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1715604761590398151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1715604761590398151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-fragment-of-thoughts-while.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5383438216012718012</id><published>2009-09-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:25:51.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohooo. I just went through a mind throbbing 700++ comments on Sun's newest hit, Fancy Free on Youtube. As usual, there's the whole love-hate comments and i could almost hear the declaration of war cry between the antagonist and protagonist. The fiery darts flew back and forth, fresh red blood spured out and many more valiant soldiers join in the fight, determined to protect their conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kah poh, how can i miss out the fun? I want to give my two cents worth too! Putting down whatever religious background/church background/singaporean blood,  I like the music video, frankly. The whole theme of amusement park and the catchy music makes me wanna groove to it. But then things aren't that simple, it's not a matter of  just liking the music if i put my Christian personna and Singaporean personna back on. People do look at things through their tainted lens. There's always this expectation of people to behave in a certain manner if they fall under a certain catergory. If people don't behave according to the way they ought to, our judgemental side takes over. *wag the finger, shake your head, do the lizard sound* But sometimes, i feel that people might be too quick to judge. What's on the surface and prevalent to our naked eye might not be the truth. Many times, we need to look at the whole situation, whole package to evaluate something. Moreover, people's definition of what is good or bad differs very much. Why impose your standards upon others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, i'm glad there's critism in Sun's work. If not, there would not be any improvement. Be it jealousy or real heart-felt opinions, i'm sure it'll be a good driving force for people to work even harder and at the same time 'humble' a person. As in, if all the comments you received were flowery, honeyed comments, you won't grow in an unrealistic world. I'm not Miss congenality, trying to promote world peace nor do I live in a fairy tale world surrounded by pony and live on cotton candy. Very much like you, i'm not perfect and very much ordinary. I fail many times! But I like failing, not because i'm a pyschopath but because i can learn something from my fall. Even though it might be painful, at least i learn not to repeat the same time again.&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty quote i found on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The                            greatest mistake you can make in life is to continually                            be afraid you will make one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Elbert Hubbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, let's strive towards being a mature human beings who's able to balance and see different perspective of things. There's a reason why God created 2 ears and 1 mouth. Listen twice as much as you speak! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome weekend love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5383438216012718012?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5383438216012718012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5383438216012718012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5383438216012718012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5383438216012718012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/woohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-2046352800488779760</id><published>2009-09-24T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:23:48.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;September Blues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today is a very melancholic day. I felt so dejected for no apparent reason. But then again, i enjoyed such emo moments bcos it can spark the creative spirit inside of me to compose poems to express and reflect my feelings. Better than to wallow in self-pity right. Deep is my melancholic, i managed to write 2 poem! I shall post 1 today and another 1 some other day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is written when i was snuggling under my blanket in a state of half-conscious and half-dreaming mode during my afternoon nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Entitled: Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Under the covers i hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The little sanctuary, my place of refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Smell of fresh blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh so strangely familiar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;in a comforting manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Under the covers i let myself go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A place where there's no need to force up the corners of your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;where mask can be unveiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and tears can escape freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Under the covers i dive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;From the cruel reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;into a fantom of imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;where i can be a pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cruising through the mystic carribean sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Under the covers i ponder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;untying the knots of life's many doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and solving the puzzle of sticky situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yet sometimes perpelxed by the complexity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Under the covers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I mummured a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Offering up my worries to someone high above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For every whisper made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know my daddy God hears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Under the cover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I snooze soundly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For i know under the cover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm covered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2046352800488779760?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2046352800488779760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2046352800488779760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2046352800488779760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2046352800488779760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8018280745598016872</id><published>2009-09-23T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:45:13.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya! I'm feeling so bored once again. Like totally so bored, very bored, extremly bored. I stayed home for 2 whole days! I'll feel better if i did anything productive, but a day went by with no climax. If my life is like a life support machine, it'll be one measuring a dead person's heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i got my results back for this sem! It's not exactly over-the-top-fantastic but i'm pleased i've made improvements. I got my first distinction in my poly life too! :) All glory be unto God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what else i can blog about. I've been staring at this empty space for the past 20mins. And a picture paints a thousand words, and a action paints a thousand picture. Sho, i'll post two thousand words here to fill up the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BFF meet-up on thurs! Great food, great company, great fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SrozVzklwuI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pBb6dXDfU8Y/s1600-h/7428_140822732609_632437609_3246425_7427918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SrozVzklwuI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pBb6dXDfU8Y/s320/7428_140822732609_632437609_3246425_7427918_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384672754188796642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is logis meeting/outing on saturday. Oh yes. I want to thank God for my promotion to log2! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Srow40PwgbI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5vL1hfNEYYQ/s1600-h/7618_169258568857_522443857_3806830_3211551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Srow40PwgbI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5vL1hfNEYYQ/s320/7618_169258568857_522443857_3806830_3211551_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384670057130394034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is during Peggy's wedding on Monday. She look super radiant and it's a beautiful wedding :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Srow5RCYyeI/AAAAAAAAA7g/x62TYymbZgc/s1600-h/7517_157948768922_657828922_3528486_2118764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Srow5RCYyeI/AAAAAAAAA7g/x62TYymbZgc/s320/7517_157948768922_657828922_3528486_2118764_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384670064858941922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8018280745598016872?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8018280745598016872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8018280745598016872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8018280745598016872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8018280745598016872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiya-im-feeling-so-bored-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SrozVzklwuI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pBb6dXDfU8Y/s72-c/7428_140822732609_632437609_3246425_7427918_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-44303900032110489</id><published>2009-09-14T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:45:34.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God for the awesome beyond awesome week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Beyond all the material blessings and new opportunities, it's the promises of God that i'm really thankful of. I'll gladly share if you wanna know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A glimpse of my material blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381332168256324706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sq5VGHNNBGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/atXTyq9Vk08/s320/ed-hardy-love-kills-slowly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381332645916411586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sq5Vh6oPhsI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/52ztghqKOeo/s320/ipod_touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm so looking forward to what lies ahead. The latter shall be more glorious than the former! Indeed, God is a faithful giver and He'll never shortchange us. We serve the same God and if He can do it for me, He can do it for you too! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eph3:20&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-44303900032110489?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/44303900032110489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=44303900032110489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/44303900032110489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/44303900032110489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-god-for-awesome-beyond-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sq5VGHNNBGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/atXTyq9Vk08/s72-c/ed-hardy-love-kills-slowly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-5228641954903357709</id><published>2009-09-09T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:23:39.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm so free but why am i not blogging? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;IDontknow,IDontcare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;IJustwannadomyhair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do my hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today's a bad hair day. bad hair. Sit, Roll, Play dead! If only my hair can be trained like a pet. Then i'll go 'smooth hair, straight hair, curl hair, good hair' *pet pet* :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wouldn't it be cool if we could get some genes from Croachie the gah-zuah and infuse it into human the xiao ming. Ya know how cockroach can fly when they are pregnant. Then if we take that DNA of roachie and infuse it into Xiao ming's pregnant wife, then we don't have to give up seats for pregnant woman on trains and buses anymore! Pregnant woman will be flying everywhere. look, one's on the treetop, another's suntanning on the roof. Wait, Xiao Ming always die in car accident in my primary school textbook. Poor Xiao Ming's wife :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Did you realise, 'Bed' really looks like a Bed. Pile on the fluffy pillows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've been reading fmylife and mylifeisaverage often. It's my hobby now! And the average word for Mlia is 'smell'. Reminds me of Mel. Mel Smell, Smell Mel, Mel Smell Mel. I miss Mel and Bling and Sher! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 090909!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5228641954903357709?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5228641954903357709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5228641954903357709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5228641954903357709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5228641954903357709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-free-but-why-am-i-not-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-3724711506456116773</id><published>2009-09-01T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:46:56.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School's out, scream shout!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *insert imagery of 15,000 &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screaming &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SP kids!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The long awaited break is finally here! I've been dreaming of it every night and day since it left me in April. Now, don't go away too soon cos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've got plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today's the first day of vacation and i never felt more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;holiday-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I read this tragic romantic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by a local writer in this gloomy rainy day and it's so shiok lah! The cliched-ness add extra chill to the freezing weather and oh the melancholic rain is the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect backdrop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And guess what! The storyline is based at my neighbourhood. As in the male lead work at the shopping mall below my house and he died at the road i always go past. hahah. Ya know the predictive storyline where the leads are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;childhood sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then one day the guy realise he got some mental illness where he will forget people and initiate a break-up. Then there's this whole woo-hah and&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; drama mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;em&gt;'ahh! Don't leave me! I can change if there's a problem with me. we can work things out. Please. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;/em&gt; Then after that the girl realise the guy contracted such a wierd illness and tries all way to make him remember her. Then finally when he remember, they're suppose to meet at some place where they bury some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love message&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; under some grass on the same &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leap year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 years ago and the guy met with a car accident on his way there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, it's ok if you don't catch any ball. I'm just saying i would want to write a novel like that in future too. What are my other plans? I wanna go on a real holiday! Like to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangkok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Omg omg. Imagine all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nice and cheap shopping, massage, manicure, crystal in the hair, seafood, plane rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we can do! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Holiday is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;time to eat, sleep, play and grow fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And nope! I'm not going to have any 'stay-fit' or excercise plan. Why torture myself and pant like a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i can eat my way into turf/taff/tough(whichever it is) club. OK, You know i'm kidding! I'll try to cut down on my intake even if i don't excercise. Double-chins aren't that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lemme see what else i can write about. hmmm. I &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this kinda post where i don't have anything in particularly to blog about and just spout whatever&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; rubbish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that comes to mind. Ya know i usually like to &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;organise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my thoughts n eliminate irrelevant stuff before posting. Oh ya. I realise i dunno how to change my language mode into &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have this urge to just type something in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chinese &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but i've been searching for the past thirty mins and still couldn't find it. If you're free, try reading the chinese language &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's uber cool. I go X-X-X every other sentence but it gives a different view and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;psalms in chinese is really beautiful :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's a nice day. I don't have to rush against time and traffic. I hearts vacation! *(v)*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-3724711506456116773?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3724711506456116773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=3724711506456116773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3724711506456116773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3724711506456116773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-out-scream-shout-insert-imagery.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5225787587399911048</id><published>2009-08-18T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:07:10.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adrenaline rush through your body as you race past your opponent. Your eyes fixed on the little ball of blur as it stear on the grass patch. Then, the stadium echo with anticipation as you give a mighty kick. It's as if the world come to a stand still. You could almost hear everyone holding their breath as the soccer ball zoom through the air. The goalkeeper leaps and raises his hands with all his might, ready to protect the goal. His reflexes is too fast, an understatement for the zooming ball. He catches it and the victory cry of the opposing team resound through the stadium. Just then, the shrilling whistle signaling half-time tore through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'ANTI-CLIMAX!' I could almost hear the frustrated sigh of many sitting behind their computer screen lament. Nope, I'm not talking about a socceer match today. I want to talk about 'half-time'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never exactly watch a real socceer match before, unless you count world cup. But i guess half-time in a soccer match is probably one of the most important time in a match. It is the time where the coach would review and discuss new strategy to improve the game, where players could take a breather and recharge before the final lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Likewise, now is like half-time for my poly education. Year 2 sem 1 is unofficially ending, with the final exams and we'll be done for the semester! Time really flies and i'm already halfway through my tertiary education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't help but look back and gasp at how much i've fall, learnt and grow these one and a half years. I was reminicising with the Bimbs yesterday about how cute we were in year 1 and it was really nostalgic just talking about the past. One and a half years didn't exactly seemed that long but so many things have since happened and changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess i've learnt to take things better in my stride. Critism use to bring me down quite a bit and it still does a weeny bit but i learnt not to take things at face value. There's so much things, people and matters that aren't as simple as it seemed at first. It's like people who outrightly point out your mistake might not necessarily be mean and a person who seasoned his words with honey doesn't mean he's a good friend. People self-monitor(which means to take on different personality in different situation), thus, there's no definite conclusion like 'he's a nasty guy, or, she's a good girl.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My value and perspective of certain things have also change since day 1 of school. For good or bad, i don't know. But the weird part is that the more knowledge i have, the smaller i feel in my sight. Even though i know ABC, there's still DEF that i haven't figure out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently i've been thinking a bit about the future and i realise i haven't got any idea what to do next time. My standard reply for the future would be 'See how lah! If can get into uni, i'll go uni then prob get some PR job or try air stewarding.' But is that what i really want? If i'm going to uni, wat course am i going to study? If i try sir stewarding, how long can i do it for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mann. I'm a disturbed youth without a future. I guess i'm still bumming around and unsure of what the world have in store for me. But i guess i'll be safe as long as i stick to doing things that i enjoy doing. I guess, i guess, i guess... Life is full of uncertainity. I feel unsafe all of a sudden. But then, the roof might just cave in and i might just die even before i publish this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, back to the half-time theory. Let me finish it before the roof really cave in. So, i've just reviewed through the first-half and my strategy for the next half? Guess it's to fill up my pathetic almost non-existing portforlio, to learnt as much as possible and to spice up my school life so i'll never look back in regret 20years down the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whistle tore through the stadium once again, signaling the start of the second-half match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5225787587399911048?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5225787587399911048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5225787587399911048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5225787587399911048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5225787587399911048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/08/adrenaline-rush-through-your-body-as.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-736737794490176933</id><published>2009-08-10T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:03:01.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xinderalla got a message that on this day, God wants her to know...&lt;br /&gt;... that you've been driving yourself too hard lately.Sure, there is time to invest yourself fully into work, but there is equally important time for joyful resting. And for you, this time is now. What is the absolutely most wonderful little treat you can give yourself? Do it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yayeee! I've got divine permission to rest! See. Daddy God knows best :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-736737794490176933?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/736737794490176933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=736737794490176933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/736737794490176933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/736737794490176933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/08/xinderalla-got-message-that-on-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-1509892204236747339</id><published>2009-08-03T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:06:52.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dozen burning questions. But that wall of pride stands in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are exceedingly complex. Sometimes its so hard to know what's in the mind of other people. Whatever happened to that 'i'm hungry, i'm sad, i'm happy' straight to the point response when we were younger and things were simpler? Sometimes i wish people could be read like a book. Maybe alot of misunderstanding would be cleared that way, maybe alot of things would be different. I guess people get hurt along the way as we grow up and our defence mechanism build a wall up to protect ourselves from harm. It's dangerous to let your guards down cos you never know when you'll get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity, I hate that. Complexity, I don't understand. You, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1509892204236747339?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1509892204236747339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1509892204236747339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1509892204236747339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1509892204236747339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-dozen-burning-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-2991794709718458983</id><published>2009-07-27T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:28:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dear Aunt Agony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've got a friend and recently she feels very bored by her mundane life. She told me she felt like a loser having to rush a 60-100page report in 3 weeks time and finish a filming project and interview someone about public transport and come up with an article and draft up a contract for law and role play for gems all at the same time too! Aint she pitiful? She feels like quitting school to look at the outside world. But i told her it's an absoultely stupid idea and she should just stick her butt in school and get buried under work. She's really wierd sometimes. Like last week, she got a 40degrees fever for the whole week and she burned herself silly. She went to take part in poly50 too, the inter-school race in sp where teams have to run around the school 50 times. Even though her legs wasn't exactly long and she haven't had a decent run for a good 2years, i still admire her courage quite a bit. But you know what's the funniest part? She went for training twice then had to backed out cos of the fever. You know the how people should never excercise 1 week after they recover theory? Yeap so now she's out after going for trainings and panting like a cow on the track. And today during law lecture, she suddenly thought that Damsel is a nice name and decided to add it to her other family of names. Her name is now Rachelbelle Damsel Summer Gracia Hannah Tan. I think it's quite a nice name, just a tad too long. Anyway, it's such a blue monday and she came up with smiley M&amp;amp;Ms to counter monday blues. I mean, how can anyone be so unhygiene and place food on her dirty laptop and pop them one by one into her mouth! That girl seriously need some ettiquette classes. There you see, i took a photo of her disgusting act. Let me be a kind soul and warn you all about it, in case next time she offers you chocolate, you better think twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363141556329042242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sm201JEg0UI/AAAAAAAAA64/hRCUxgLlfGk/s320/27072009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, it was a nice time talking to you Aunt Agony. I've got to go and ask my friend to continue with writing her report and not get distracted every so often. But she's kinda nice though, asking me to blog on her behalf so that people who come here regularly have something to read, even if it's crap. It's so socially responsible to entertain people. And Damsel totally agrees with me. :) Oh yes. and dunno who please stop sending wrong messages to my friend. You know, she've been recieving super cute SMS from dunno who. And that dunno who send her this today 'Baobei!!! Darling!!! Sweetheart!!! I'll love you for life!!! :)' I know she's very lovable and cute. But even if you want to confess your undying love for her, at least identify yourself so she could love you back too. Everyone needs a lil love to get around and Damsel so totally understand that. Damsel wants me to tell you that she lurb eu and till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yours faithfully, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Her majesty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2991794709718458983?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2991794709718458983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2991794709718458983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2991794709718458983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2991794709718458983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-aunt-agony-ive-got-friend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sm201JEg0UI/AAAAAAAAA64/hRCUxgLlfGk/s72-c/27072009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-8468738395911032709</id><published>2009-07-12T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:11:40.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't have to go into a mute-my-computer-now frantic again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've change my horrifiying disney songs away to Corrinne May now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's another looong week ahead and let's start the week with the right attitude and mentality. A good start is half the battle won. Let this week be a fruitful and adventurous one where my character can be mould, where God can be glorified and where i can be a blessing to people around me. My Lord, Your love gets sweeter and sweeter each day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jesus said: "I tell you not to worry about your life. Don't worry about having something to eat, drink, or wear. Isn't life more than food or clothing? Look at the birds in the sky! They don't plant or harvest. They don't even store grain in barns. Yet your Father in heaven takes care of them. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aren't you worth more than birds?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Matthew6:25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're worth more than the birds of the air or the lilies of the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stay precious my friend! Have a great week ahead! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8468738395911032709?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8468738395911032709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8468738395911032709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8468738395911032709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8468738395911032709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-you-dont-have-to-go-into-mute-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8766508089285475046</id><published>2009-07-08T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:17:53.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SlS4G0TvXMI/AAAAAAAAA6w/aerhV7bAjtI/s1600-h/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356108284110527682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SlS4G0TvXMI/AAAAAAAAA6w/aerhV7bAjtI/s320/lighthouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Little white sail, cruising amidst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wind howl, meancing wave threatened to swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tossing the vessel around, losing control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Directionless, the stirling wheel spun round and round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All is lost, alas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That faint light, a comforting sight in the midst of a thunderstorm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My strong tower of refuge, my firm stronghold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Never alone, your light guides my path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Direct me, my lighthouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8766508089285475046?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8766508089285475046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8766508089285475046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8766508089285475046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8766508089285475046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-white-sail-cruising-amidst.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SlS4G0TvXMI/AAAAAAAAA6w/aerhV7bAjtI/s72-c/lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-386847055535054254</id><published>2009-06-29T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:46:49.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hi Huns! Guess who's back?! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's the first week of school! And I jus had my Law paper today. It's one of the most insane paper i've written, as in i can stare and laugh at my answer out loud in the exam room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The last question is so totally unexpected, like they require you to answer with general knowledge and in common sense. Common sense is not common at all. FYI, the last question was 'Should dealth penalty for drug trafficking be abolished? give 3 reason to support your answer.' The question is okie but i just can't think of 3 reason to support my answer. So for the last reason, i wrote 'The death penalty should not be abolished as we should not waste the tax payer's money. The money we contributed to support them in the prison can jolly well be used for other important things like improving the infrastructure of common property.' I honestly didn't mean what i wrote. It was in a moment of fluster and forced by circumstances around me that i commited manslaughter and deemed all the drug traffickers to eternal condemnation. Every prisoner deserve a second chance, with that i rest my case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It feels so good to rant. Oh yes, back to the content of today's post. I'm suppose to post up my 10 commandments or requirement of my BF, as a deal with Van. But i bet you guys must be so sick of me posting up such requirement every so soon. So i thought i should also post up my requirements for myself, as in being the girlfriend i want to be. Somebody famous once said 'Ask not what others can do for you, but what you can do for others.' This is so true, before we even ask for a top grade bf, who are we to deserve them? Even if one falls straight into my lap now, will i even have the quality to be a blessing to him? Sometimes i have the urge for a merge but i told God not to give me a partner untill my 'weeds' are pulled out i can be a blessing to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll give the criteria for my BF , not in order of importance. Everything's important here. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#1) One of same religion, preferable of the same church. I'm not religion-ist or anything of sort, but i strongly believe that a couple should have the same faith and same conviction. It's heartening to be able to work towards a common goal and having same direction in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#2) Loves God more than anything else. Perferably a leader, somone who is able to be a priest and lead by revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#3) Charismatic, friendly, approachable and has the sun-shiney x-factor. Have a sense of humour and is optimistic. I like sanguine guys :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#4) Someone will a vision and goal, knows what he want and set his heart out to achieve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#5) Able to provide security and is stable and dependable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#6) Here comes the physical aspect: Tall(183 is perfect cos i'll reach his shoulder with heels and chest without heels), I adore small eyes and dimples, Sharp facial features and strong jawline, Lean and nicely tone body, soft black hair that is nicely waxed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#7) Takes care of personal grooming and hygiene and is a sharp dresser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#8) Generous and genuine in praises. Every woman needs regular dosage of affections and compliment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#9) Wise and pursue wisdom, someone who updates himself with current affairs and has a mind of his own. Someone who's able to hold a deep conversation, critical in mind yet tactful in words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#10) Love to have fun and takes delight in spending quality time, someone who's able to give his undivided attention when i speak and is sensitive to my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#11) Gentlemanly, someone with strong manhood, righteous, excellent moral and ethnics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seems like a super sky-high standard right. Here comes my criteria for myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#1) Love God more than i love him, or anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#2) Strong and independance, able to take care of myself yet gentle and submissive to him and authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#3) Takes pride in personal grooming, sharp in dressing, someone whom he can be proud to bring around and declare 'this is my girlfriend' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#4) Enjoy recreational activities, even though i'm super scared of ball games, i'll still try. I'll learn to watch soccer matches and do guys things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#5) To be a good encourager and listener, someone who'll not pass judgement but listen attentively and made wise and encouraging comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#6) Someone who's willing to go the extra mile to serve, have the thoughts and creativity to do little cards and bake pastries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#7) Someone who's always there physically, in down times and up times. ( OMG so cheesy, i can't believe i just said that) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#8) Physical aspect wise, i can't change anything except to shed off that flabs. I have long hair, small eyes, fair, 164cm, and an average build i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#9) Has good moral values, is punctual(opps), help ah ma to cross the road, donate to charity, donate blood( still trying to pluck out my courage)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#10) Sugar, spice and everything nice! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great week ahead! I'll see you when i see you! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-386847055535054254?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/386847055535054254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=386847055535054254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/386847055535054254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/386847055535054254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-huns-guess-whos-back-its-first-week.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-2812099352393453893</id><published>2009-06-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:27:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hiya! I'm back to this deserted forsaken blog. The dust here is like 12inches thick, like a subway bread! Many apologies to my disapointed readers who click on this blog to find no new entries. I've tried to blog in recent days but found nothing interesting to write about and cross it out in frustration. I have like a few draft of random stuff. Still, i found nothig interesting to write about but i thought i should at least post somthing to notify you of my existence. I still check out the taggie and people's blog even though i'm not posting anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This few weeks have been hectic as usual and i've been running about to meet different people and all. I feel like a rat running round and round in the rat wheel sometimes. No matter how fast i run or how long i run, i'm still on the same spot trying to defeat nature's law of gravity, trying to get onto the top. What's the point of running so fast that you miss the beauty of stillness. It's been long since i've stopped to whiff at the scent of the flowers or feel the gentle touch of wind on my hair, all let down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess this is all about urban living. Before you eat your breakfast, you thought of what to get for dinner. Before you sleep, you think of what to wear for tomorrow. Our mind always move at lightspeed and our body rushes to follow up with our mind's speed. Instant meals, quick grabs. Everything is about speed, who can deliver it in the fastest time... Sometimes i wonder, what's the use of rushing everything? To pack more things into an overflowing scheldule? To earn more money with the few seconds of time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have an urge to punch the shutdown button on my phone, turn off the internet, pluck out the housephone and retreat into wilderness. So melodramatic, but ya know this wierd urge to be isolated and spend quality time with I, me and myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Slow down baby, cos i can't catch my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2812099352393453893?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2812099352393453893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2812099352393453893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2812099352393453893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2812099352393453893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiya-im-back-to-this-deserted-forsaken.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5481714833043280754</id><published>2009-05-25T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:59:03.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the cold stone slabs lay full of rough stones, glass sheds and dirt. An altar that does not promise glory, a sacrifice that brings along mockery and scorn. Will you obey till the point of death? Will you surrender your pride, your needs, your all and be a living sacrifice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God asked me these questions during our last Usher ministry leadership training session on sunday. It's like the burden of the ministry is on your shoulder, that we are the next generation to run the ministry. Are we willing to lay aside our time, when our friends are indulging in worldly recreation and we are slogging our life out planning team vision, updating team attendance and following up on the ushers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The responsibilities that comes along is not a bed of roses. Like what Beatrice said, even if you're on a bed of roses, there'll be prickling thorns underneath if you press deeper. This one year plus of taking a team has not been a smooth sailing path. There are days when i just feel like throwing in the towels or calling it quits. There's time when i felt so alone and God seems so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Being 17 and having to lead people older than you is a no mean feat. Sometimes i feel like i don't have the authority to speak to them and why should they listen to a teenage girl telling them what to do. Yes, beneath the usual smiling facade, i do have my share of fears, worries and emo moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But i'm glad to have a bunch of supportive ushers who's willing to humble themselves and submit when they probably have so much more knowledge. My dear fellow leaders have been a great source of encouragement too. Without their shoulder to cry on, their words of affirmation and their comforting hugs, i wouldn't be able to survive through it all. Of course, my greatest motivation comes from Daddy God. His gentle spur and unfailing grace gave me the faith to dare to believe and step out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remembered Bee once told us this thing about being a 'living sacrifice' during our last Vibez meeting. God desires a living sacrifice, not a dead one. Because a living one has a self-will and choice. The beauty of sacrifice is that it must come from a willing heart, not one that is dead and forced. Even though the living one might jump on and off the altar as and when they like, but Daddy God never will force His will on people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am willing. Please use me Daddy. Take all of me, all my weaknesses, my talents, my needs. Give me a sevanthood heart, a teachable heart, a humble heart, a broken heart, a heart that longs after You, a heart that fears You. All i desire is You. All i want to hear at the end is 'Well done, My good and faithful servant.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5481714833043280754?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5481714833043280754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5481714833043280754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5481714833043280754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5481714833043280754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-cold-stone-slabs-lay-full-of-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-3906819466725823193</id><published>2009-05-14T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:13:35.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Feeling unmotivated, i pon school for the first time this sem. I know it's not a very valid excuse to skip school but i felt so weary and dreadful. Must be the after-effect of editing the same 90seconds trailer for 5hours. Imagine examining every milli-second detail in the trailer, perfecting every dialouge and audio and replaying it over and over and over again for at least 100 times. Even a normal person will turn insane from memorising the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And a very unmotivated me decides to search the answer as to why people feel unmotivated. And yes, it gotta do with this Maslow hierachy of needs theory. I learnt this during a communications module. So this part is kinda easy to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335588939421056194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SgvR3wmx_MI/AAAAAAAAA6g/RS2IT2xP-as/s320/400px-Maslow%2527s_hierarchy_of_needs_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Human beings have 5 level of basic need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1)Physiological needs are the most fundamental for existence, like food, water, air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2)Safety needs are the need to have a sense of security and know that things will be constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3)Love/belonging need is the need to feel love and belong. As such, people need to have friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4)Esteem need is the need to feel respected and appreciated by people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5)Self-actualization is the need to pursue 'higher' things like creativity and perhaps a religion, higher calling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The rule of this theory is such that the most basic need(which is physiological need) must be fufilled before people move up the pyramid to want to fufill other needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Which is very true, for example, You wouldn't want to pursue your self-actualization need(aesthetic appreciation, e.g: go for yoga classes) if you can't even fufill your physiological need( money to buy food). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And here's the link to how needs are connected to motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's this other theory known as The drive reduction theory. It states that if a need is not met continually, the drive to satisfy it increase. And if we satisfy it, the drive would reduce. For example, when you're hungry, the desire to eat would increase. But once you eat, the drive to eat will decrease. In this process, motivation or the drive would be form. Thus, in summary, motivation is the driving force to fufill your need. Motivation can be influenced both externally and internally. But i shall not overwhelm you guys with the vast info. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335601498547860930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SgvdSy_8tcI/AAAAAAAAA6o/OqfUYz3wFyw/s320/processofmotivation.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So back to me skipping school. Somewhere along the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) i must have either all my needs met and no motivation is needed to spur me on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) Or i feel disatisfied with the things i'm doing that i'm not motivated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) Or there isn't any tangible rewards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, i felt so much better having some pyschological theory to back up my lousy excuse. And there's a motivation for me to go school. Mr Rajan is teaching us to sample different types of cheese tomo! The Aesthetic need to sample different kind of cheese is fuelled by motivation. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heeheh. My daddy just brough me a 500gb hard disc and mummy agreed to buy me an Ipod. More motivation to carry on with life. We need a little motivation once in a while. right? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-3906819466725823193?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3906819466725823193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=3906819466725823193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3906819466725823193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3906819466725823193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-unmotivated-i-pon-school-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SgvR3wmx_MI/AAAAAAAAA6g/RS2IT2xP-as/s72-c/400px-Maslow%2527s_hierarchy_of_needs_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-4244329548446527176</id><published>2009-05-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:14:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whose voice are you listening to today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's so many sources of information in the world today. Flick on the Tv and you see all sorts of news. Struck of natural disaster, increasing crime rates, widepsread of epidemic diseases... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tune in to the radio and you'll hear all sorts of gossips, cynical reports, songs with uncouth lyrics... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'You're never good enough.' 'I'm so disappointed with you.' 'I can never do it.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sounds familiar? Many times in my life, I've heard people telling me that i'm never good enough or i'll never suceed. Gullibly, i fall into this lie. And worse, i'll start lying to myself of how i am useless and a failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some time ago, i heard this song. It's called 'Voice of Truth'. It's an super awesome song and the lyrics is super real and meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One part says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'But the voice of truth tells me a different story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the voice of truth says "this is for my glory" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. I will believe and hear the voice of truth! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KwsvqVmFV6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KwsvqVmFV6Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4244329548446527176?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4244329548446527176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4244329548446527176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4244329548446527176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4244329548446527176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/04/whose-voice-are-you-listening-to-today.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-2378802857198916177</id><published>2009-04-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:00:07.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry guys! I didn't have enough time to sit down and type out a proper post this few days. I wasn't very busy, just been up and running about quite alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School is not as bad as i thought. Surprisingly, the lectures were like one of the highlights in school! I like almost all of my lecturers this sem! They're like so cool and so hip! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm taking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Feature writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Mass Media Research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Organisation Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Digital Media Application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Legal system and contract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Consumer behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Customer service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quite coolious right! And my timetable rock! Only 2 8am lessons and it's plain awesome! Mass media research is super interesting cos we learn to &lt;c&gt;&lt;c&gt;stalk&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/c&gt; monitor people through blog searching. I went home and tried doing background search on my friends and i found like this secret confession blog, dedicated to writing all the encounters this girl had with this guy. It's super scary cos although she didn't use her real name or add anybody, i think i sort of know her from all the friend's name she mentioned. I think it'll scare the hell out of the guy if he sees it. So be wise! If you wanna do some secret confessions or something, please write in some diary or something. The cyber world can't be trusted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School aside, i think i'm turning into a spinster! All i think of is home, home and home! Other than going to school and church, i don't even feel like stepping out of the house for normal recreational stuff that young people do. And i'm barely 18! OMG! It's like some premature ageing thing. I can imagine my skin all wrinkled up and grumbling that i need to sleep when my other elderly friends invite me to some dim sum lunch. Oh yes. Speaking of age, Sher and Wen is turning 18 in 3hrs time! And and and according to some princess legend, they'll need to find their true love kiss before they turn 18 or a curse will come to past and they'll not live past dawn! Hahahah. Please doubt the credibility of this post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanna go shop online now! Byeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2378802857198916177?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2378802857198916177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2378802857198916177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2378802857198916177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2378802857198916177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-guys-i-didnt-have-enough-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8716987127192875760</id><published>2009-04-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:07:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'NOOOOO!!!', yelled an exasperated me as i fumbled with the buttons and clumsily unassembled the details. Blood pressure going down, no sign of life. It's as if i'm performing an operation on my dying phone. Cold sweat broke out as i sat on the edge of the chair, fully-geared at reviving it. The repeated failed attempt seems to concealed the fate of my poor phone. I have no other choice but to accept it. The bitter harsh truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensalverly. The first word that came to my mind after the drama mama moment sinks in. It's incredible how technology can alter your moods, makes you panick or rejoice at it's whim and fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in a way or other a prisoner of technology. Remember times when you would make an u-turn home just to retrieve your phone? Speaking of being 'chained', there was once when my laptop charger broke down and i rushed immediately to the repair center to replace it, even at the expense of missing lectures. The idea of surviving without my charger is not even in the course of consideration! Technology aren't that trustworthy afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, communication technology do bring us much benefits and advantages. The world is now a click again and the distant between one another is shortened by a considerable sum. I would never be able to imagine living without internet access or a phone. Horrors horrors! Imagine having to write and get some pigeon to send it out for you and wait forever for your friend to reply! Technology like phone also simplify a big part of our lifestyle. A phone is also an organiser, calender, clock, calculator, alarm clock...and the list goes on. It is certaintly undeniably one of the most noblest creation of the human species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it simplifies our lives, it sort of complicates matters too. I wouldn't point finger at a seemingly innocent phone but rather it's the result of abusing the benefits that we enjoyed. One of the most obvious abusement would be punctuality. In our Parent's time, they probably stick to their meeting time and being late would probably be a bane as there is no mode of communications to inform their friends that they'll be late. In our time now, hardly anybody stick to the proposed meeting time as excuses can be generated in just a few buttons away. Punctuality is certainly a virtue whose's value is undermined by the Y generation. Me too, am sometimes a victim of this Y-syndrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, communications technology is an inevitable tools in this fast-paced modern society. We can't eradicate it just because there is cons involved in the balance sheet. This world would break down without communications! Instead, i believe human beings will only be more reliance on such technology, which is very unhealthy in the long run. If the spring balance hits a limit...topsy turvy will be the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. And after all this crap, i just want to say my phone just died. It's ok if you miss the previous paragraphs. Just drop me a msg with your contacts! I'm using a super classic spare phone but my contact is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8716987127192875760?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8716987127192875760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8716987127192875760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8716987127192875760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8716987127192875760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/04/nooooo-yelled-exasperated-me-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8730343420866364056</id><published>2009-04-13T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:03:44.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Easter Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's a better way to spend Easter than to spend it in church with my lovely CG and group12 piggies! Easter drama was as awesome! I teared at the cruxification part for every service that i attend! And my mum, cousin, cousin-in-law and nephew came for our Easter production! I'm sure they enjoyed themselves and so many people responded to the altar call! I was on the verge of tears singing the 'everything was done so you would come' song while the massive crowd thronged to the front. The presence of God was really strong and tangible :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grp 12 piggy gang went to Crystal Jade for buffet dinner after service! It's super shiok! Free flow of xiao long baos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324170439498720882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNAzln05nI/AAAAAAAAA4s/VYI_24pFa10/s320/3351_90447786689_596501689_2897194_7862939_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Holistic, Fahionable and Gorgeous Pig! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324173849133772674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeND6DgK74I/AAAAAAAAA6A/FVrHz0IzTdQ/s320/3351_90447801689_596501689_2897197_5897628_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324173856571748162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeND6fNhb0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/uGBrR975CfU/s320/3351_90447876689_596501689_2897207_1428161_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324170442580896962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNAzxGrLMI/AAAAAAAAA40/c0_6DiBXiys/s320/3351_90447866689_596501689_2897206_7212244_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324170444607324546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNAz4p0AYI/AAAAAAAAA48/p_sAbRc4pOM/s320/3351_90447811689_596501689_2897199_4550246_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chui Pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324174249119367474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNERVkKwTI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ad7jYXWrgqE/s320/3351_90447881689_596501689_2897208_1560137_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bbq pig preaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324174251605947842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNERe1A9cI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/p_e1SjqF5DE/s320/3351_90447886689_596501689_2897209_1995678_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rest of the piggies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met with with BFFs and the 2e8 guy clique some weeks ago too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324170434671444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNAzTo6gMI/AAAAAAAAA4k/yFMYl-ZsoKU/s320/3225_66841404863_719329863_1663964_5467450_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324170434229908226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNAzR_pMwI/AAAAAAAAA4c/iKMXAl-1E68/s320/3225_66841389863_719329863_1663961_8369970_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to celebrate ting's Birthday after Easter service too! Super tired after chionging all the sessions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324171094165301618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNBZscgKXI/AAAAAAAAA5k/NgDN7AUs4qg/s320/3161_72457822609_632437609_2253302_7022226_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sleeping ugly! hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324171091499682386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNBZig-ClI/AAAAAAAAA5c/yN74ghH-1LI/s320/3161_72461032609_632437609_2253394_7522818_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strolling to Esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324171083756718082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNBZFq5yAI/AAAAAAAAA5E/PVZWnYSoa9E/s320/3161_72464247609_632437609_2253457_2493511_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lurveess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324171087112007042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNBZSK3bYI/AAAAAAAAA5M/055JljkfgeQ/s320/3161_72464237609_632437609_2253456_1191527_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324171089048870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNBZZYpnSI/AAAAAAAAA5U/U3XfabPbUwc/s320/3161_72462502609_632437609_2253445_3866679_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) CASS FOP's tomo! Time to meet the juniors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart's tainted with a shade of grey.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8730343420866364056?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8730343420866364056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8730343420866364056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8730343420866364056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8730343420866364056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-belated-easter-guys-whats-better.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SeNAzln05nI/AAAAAAAAA4s/VYI_24pFa10/s72-c/3351_90447786689_596501689_2897194_7862939_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-2488416694571318484</id><published>2009-04-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:04:56.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank You for the cross, my Lord! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My redeemer lives! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2488416694571318484?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2488416694571318484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2488416694571318484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2488416694571318484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2488416694571318484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-for-cross-my-lord-my-redeemer.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-3384478530517711249</id><published>2009-04-05T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:39:01.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya! I'm back and feeling so hot! Not in a slutty manner but i'm running a 39degrees fever.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible terrible! Must be the result of a throat inflammation. I can't talk and my quota of speaking 30,000 words a day is not met! So here i am, rambling cyberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been up to? I've been meeting alot of people up for lunches and dinner! It's amazing how super old friends would contact me out of the blue and i had fun spending awesome time catching up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this fever is dampening my moods. I missed our easter cgm today and probably i can't go for our first Vibez outing tomorrow! Must be the works of devil in this easter season.  I'll confess positively that i'll be able to recover by tomorrow! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I can choose Gems tomorrow! It's some general electives module that we take outside of our course modules. I'm thinking of taking french or some customer service modules or film appreciation. So coolious right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. I've ran out of things to ramble and i'm feeling really light and unreal now. Everything moves in slow motion . Guess it's time for me to rest. Byeee! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-3384478530517711249?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3384478530517711249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=3384478530517711249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3384478530517711249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3384478530517711249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/04/heya-im-back-and-feeling-so-hot-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-7549476296752998886</id><published>2009-03-31T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:23:42.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELLOOOOOO!!! Hula girl( My camp name) is backie! =DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Camp was alright. Just there to facilitate games and all. But i like the slackness! Super awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We have like 6 hours of free time almost everyday cos i'm usually involve with night activities. We even have time to go jaccuzi and take afternoon naps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But it's really a camp of breakthrus. I did things that i've never tried before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) I cleaned the dirty campsite toiliet, scooped out the water with my bare hands and fill it with 'potion' and leftover food. I know it's like super ewwww but i did it! I did it! hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) I changed 20 over bedsheets and pillow case for the campers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) I pretended to be a ghost during nightwalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4) I slept in a coffin for 6hours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5) I hosted for Shim night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) I slept on 3 chairs and didn fall off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7) I slept on the corridor bench. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yeah. As can see, i slept alot. But am still very tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not in the mood to blog. Yup. So i'll be back soon. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7549476296752998886?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7549476296752998886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7549476296752998886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7549476296752998886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7549476296752998886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/helloooooo-hula-girl-my-camp-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-7257169295561124805</id><published>2009-03-24T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:06:13.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOO!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm  still ALIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll be away for school camp for the whole of this week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sho i'll give a proper update when im back k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll miss you guys, i promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7257169295561124805?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7257169295561124805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7257169295561124805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7257169295561124805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7257169295561124805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/booo-im-still-alive-ill-be-away-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-1063201405583015284</id><published>2009-03-20T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:13:44.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised, here are the pics! But we didn't really take peektures for all the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281279752267186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOsKZDq5bI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3ApjIcO81Q0/s320/2603_69965523922_657828922_2255230_5687267_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing ice-breakers and getting to know others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281590974506130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOscgc1ZJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/0sTXQ4rmsvw/s320/2603_69965538922_657828922_2255232_3951033_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Liang Kai and Aaron-whom-i-always-mix-up-was-Keith doing clapping pumps as forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtT5VmNiI/AAAAAAAAA4E/SFQyuwGSvKQ/s1600-h/2603_69965623922_657828922_2255246_1556407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282542547842594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtT5VmNiI/AAAAAAAAA4E/SFQyuwGSvKQ/s320/2603_69965623922_657828922_2255246_1556407_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy ice-broke people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281590508086258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOscetoY_I/AAAAAAAAA20/iW1r-PqQNZ0/s320/2603_69965638922_657828922_2255249_2205726_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food committee people preparing food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281595035708162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOscvlGawI/AAAAAAAAA3M/6V0MNv4I0HQ/s320/2603_69965613922_657828922_2255244_8255746_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrating Van's Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281583675478066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOscFQnEDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/FqtEa03i-WM/s320/2603_69965693922_657828922_2255260_7056933_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night activity-blind man's trail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281294700135090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOsLQvhQrI/AAAAAAAAA2k/NnOnnYwXBRM/s320/2603_69965803922_657828922_2255280_5056995_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel crossing over tree trunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281282514566114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOsKjWQO-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/F7vQTPNVIZI/s320/2603_69965853922_657828922_2255289_7414176_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullying them. Now you guys know who is the culprit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281292997695810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOsLKZoGUI/AAAAAAAAA2c/I8yfqupdKo4/s320/2603_69965823922_657828922_2255283_5566908_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't bully you all. see! I'm ensuring that you guys don't hit your head. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281289806794818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOsK-g20EI/AAAAAAAAA2U/YnSYB9oYTgs/s320/2603_69965833922_657828922_2255285_54751_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fatherly and motherly ICs ensuring their safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282547337645442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtULLkzYI/AAAAAAAAA4M/A3PCqj4xep4/s320/2603_69965728922_657828922_2255267_4809865_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group 12's family photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282549900342146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtUUukc4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/ZlDaydE1avg/s320/2603_69965748922_657828922_2255271_5133559_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Group 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtJdqyW-I/AAAAAAAAA38/IgGdvBg0Yz8/s1600-h/2603_69965733922_657828922_2255268_6764917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282363321834466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtJdqyW-I/AAAAAAAAA38/IgGdvBg0Yz8/s320/2603_69965733922_657828922_2255268_6764917_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hotel chui with 84! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315281951894367186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOsxg-1a9I/AAAAAAAAA3U/eG_AFmOm4TM/s320/2652_59095418119_582498119_1460869_3588021_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the covered up window panes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt; Day2 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282349064508418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtIojk1AI/AAAAAAAAA3c/kzHAnhODNoE/s320/2652_59076578119_582498119_1460536_7345774_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking Pinde up with the 'hello, good morning' ringtone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282359009177954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtJNmkcWI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4v3ZAOXBDVg/s320/2652_59076628119_582498119_1460542_6873317_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tau-pok! and somebody farted! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to e-hub for movies, pool, k box... But no pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282355677876418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtJBMU0MI/AAAAAAAAA3s/KySA-qjyah0/s320/2652_59596323119_582498119_1466162_488702_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Day 2 mid-night! Our dear metrosexuals bros doing face mask! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315282362835035202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOtJb2uZEI/AAAAAAAAA30/WgrVr7LUdtA/s320/2652_59596333119_582498119_1466163_1590628_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Washing Ruixiang's hair! I wanted to dye it with a tub of peanut butter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all the pics i have. Sadded. Should have taken more pics. Will try to cop some from Carissa or whoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's saturday tomorrow!! Awesome!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1063201405583015284?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1063201405583015284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1063201405583015284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1063201405583015284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1063201405583015284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-promised-here-are-pics-but-we-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/ScOsKZDq5bI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3ApjIcO81Q0/s72-c/2603_69965523922_657828922_2255230_5687267_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-4783468658110010432</id><published>2009-03-18T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:54:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USHER CHALET WAS A TOTAL BLAST!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even though 80% of the stuff we planned didn't come to pass and i met a peeping tom( Horrors!), still i enjoyed myself throughly and stronger friendships were forged and strengthened. =DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know i know you guys wanna know bout the peeping tom part right. It just happened. On a cold and rainy night, while the thunders and lightning flash across the darkened red sky... Alright alright, not as dramatic lah. I was showering then i saw this hand near the bathroom's window pane. The hand was holding like a camera phone and there's this red recording light on. Guess what i did? I threw the shower head at the window and shouted 'ehh!' Then i alarmed Lizhi and gang who were in the room. They chased out but to no avail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was so surprised i acted clamly. There's like this split second where options ran through your mind. 1) Cover up. 2) Pretend i didn't see anything. 3) Grab the camera. 4) Run out naked and chase him down the street. 5) Scream. 6) shout @%$!* 7) Attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And by default i choosed 7. First 2 is dumb, 3rd is dangerous, 4th is stupid, 5th is it, 6th i'm quite stuck at saying the nahbeh thingy, 7th seem like the best. AND AND AND If it happens again, i'm going to pull his hands through the window panel, turn the water temp to highest, sorched it, twist it 180degrees to the right and bang his head against the wall. HAHAHAHA. *Evil Grin*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And to protect the rest of the sister, we masking taped the window panes with towel, toliet roll, trash bag. And a few bros patrol around the vicinity. Through it''s kinda freaky, it was quite fun seeing everybody work together to protect each other. =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Other than that peeping tom incident, we had BBQ, games, uno cards, poker cards, mahjong, PS3, tau-poking session, 'helllo, good morning' waking up session, movie, balloon water bomb sessions, midnight stroll sessions and hotel chui chit chat sessions. The bros even did face mask! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll elaborate more when i cop the pics k! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh yes! I got my results back! I was dozing off in the train, brain totally shut down and hardly functioning untill i received a sms from the school. It says alot of wierd module codes and alphabets and my puny brain couldn't comprehen it from 6hrs of sleep in 3days. I stared at it for 1min before remembering that i'm getting my results today. I'm quite pleased with it, since there's improvement from last sem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PSYCHOLOGY AND COUNSELLING: B+&lt;br /&gt;JOURNALISM 1: NEWS WRITING: A&lt;br /&gt;WEB PUBLISHING: B&lt;br /&gt;ISSUES AND VIEWPOINTS: B&lt;br /&gt;FUNDAMENTALS OF ECONOMICS: B+&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCTION TO PUBLIC RELATIONS AND ADVERTISING: B+&lt;br /&gt;INNOVATION, DESIGN AND ENTERPRISE IN ACTION: B+&lt;br /&gt;DIGITAL VIDEO PRODUCTION AND APPLICATIONS: B+&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My GPA is like 3.458. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God for grace grace and more grace. =DDD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4783468658110010432?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4783468658110010432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4783468658110010432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4783468658110010432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4783468658110010432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/usher-chalet-was-total-blast-even.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-1433671220118384209</id><published>2009-03-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:26:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days have been awesomely busy! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bimbs went to Princess on ice! Mann! It's a total princess affair and we had tons of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiara+Dresses+XOXO+Bimbs=Fantabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313425401850106994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0UQFHQFHI/AAAAAAAAAyU/sPZIdIyJlao/s320/pp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Making Chrissy's advanced bday card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313425408607340258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0UQeSTRuI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yfXdHyGmSko/s320/lk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313425409096112530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0UQgG1WZI/AAAAAAAAAys/vPS_vj5iZFg/s320/o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313425422396785010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0URRp9gXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/2H4GMfgJhiM/s320/GetAttachmentn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Candid happy shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426162884748370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0U8YMDJFI/AAAAAAAAAy8/YPAfOV-QCPU/s320/GetAttachmentc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426161546689106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0U8TNB-lI/AAAAAAAAAzE/hG24p4eIqT8/s320/GetAttachmentl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426170743451778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0U81dtcII/AAAAAAAAAzM/SuuLTbrRnKE/s320/GetAttachmentj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426174543903026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0U9DnzuTI/AAAAAAAAAzU/s-qlJ3VT3eE/s320/GetAttachment5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426184638786978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0U9pOnbaI/AAAAAAAAAzc/w8RatKNixMg/s320/GetAttachmenty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship band! Mine, Sher's, Mel's, Chris's =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426416889400530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0VLKbejNI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Nkb3tQZq3DA/s320/GetAttachmentq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426430032162994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0VL7Y9MLI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lE_gBSZLI80/s320/GetAttachmente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313426429779712530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0VL6cxGhI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Fj-i9xmbEKk/s320/GetAttachmentr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSCC Day is finally here! After more than 4 months of preparations! On the way to Raffles Marina country club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428878962994770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0XaeXkLlI/AAAAAAAAA18/ULFBzbNTBCA/s320/DSCN1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing up the hall and all the last min touch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428878415791970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0XacVGh2I/AAAAAAAAA10/w60BcNs3G1I/s320/DSCN1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428251569325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0W19JQhfI/AAAAAAAAA00/1Z70M21U4VI/s320/DSCN1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mys.tique De Grande!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428235798032690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0W1CZFsTI/AAAAAAAAA0s/3vzaChg8DhU/s320/DSCN1910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428255950431586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0W2Ndy5WI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Xjzv9zfpKeU/s320/DSCN1766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428867433189106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0XZzapTvI/AAAAAAAAA1s/RS275pYQEjc/s320/DSCN1817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had the funnest time hosting =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428557802544034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0XHx88m6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/H-d4CktHxD4/s320/DSCN1874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CS de shuai ge. Left being most shuai. hah! Sorry Sean! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428252757782898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0W2Bkm8XI/AAAAAAAAA08/Nsn21iAMc8k/s320/DSCN1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427852326586914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0Wet2XyiI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Kyey1dRMLkU/s320/DSCN1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OCs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427847376857634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0WebaQ6iI/AAAAAAAAA0E/gUbhy2UXtFQ/s320/DSCN1859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6survival of PR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427845903193810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0WeV66ltI/AAAAAAAAA0M/3ZPgqIHs74o/s320/DSCN1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cancri!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428552301771154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0XHdddeZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/t2UrhrWArH0/s320/DSCN1870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428546414887026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0XHHh6wHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/hyEPx7oIX2o/s320/DSCN1871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428539695920610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0XGuf_deI/AAAAAAAAA1M/-g8NftY-ioc/s320/DSCN1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Irritating them is my source of entertainment. hah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427856788352930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0We-eI76I/AAAAAAAAA0c/iNFOKyKeW0w/s320/DSCN1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lurvlies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313428234057779522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0W076LiUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/-NaUoliLbRQ/s320/DSCN1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slipper rocks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313427835415729570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0Wdu2glaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/wRjLRn5875k/s320/DSCN1869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy big family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've changed my mind. Fickling, in a good way. Through thick and thin, I stick through! =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i'll be off for usher chalet from mon-wed! AWESSOOMME! It's gonna be GOOD! WOOHOO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1433671220118384209?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1433671220118384209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1433671220118384209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1433671220118384209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1433671220118384209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/heya-these-few-days-have-been-awesomely.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sb0UQFHQFHI/AAAAAAAAAyU/sPZIdIyJlao/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-2666873558402434268</id><published>2009-03-04T05:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:00:05.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311921852421583794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe8x_A5M7I/AAAAAAAAAxM/8CYb8p2A8ts/s320/22042008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss gross xin-the one smear choc on her face whenever she eats choc doughnut. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311921860771703266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe8yeHt6eI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Fy6a_R2A4pI/s320/03072008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss wierd xin-the one who is always trying to act sexy but can't even do a wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311921859630785538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe8yZ3s5AI/AAAAAAAAAxk/l-dCdAYYvBg/s320/24062008(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss xin the unglam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311921854696674738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe8yHfUVbI/AAAAAAAAAxc/WpPEzHLZvGI/s320/Copy+(2)+of+DMC04+%3D)+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Xin-the one with an imaginary friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924257942902850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe--AR3mEI/AAAAAAAAAx8/QYtVSndVXIc/s320/22052008(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss xin-the one who talks to green potty and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311921851294204770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe8x60Gw2I/AAAAAAAAAxU/_oNX8yMaVf4/s320/27062008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss xin-the flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924255136975570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe-9104itI/AAAAAAAAAx0/c5aEcweHSRQ/s320/cam+whore!!!+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss xin-the retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311924265520781602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe--cgk2SI/AAAAAAAAAyE/HXuwEi-nrng/s320/disneyprincess.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss xin-the cinderella&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gosh. I think i'm having identity crisis. I'm now xin-the grump. =(&lt;/p&gt;I have no idea why i'm feeling so blue and upset and moody.&lt;br /&gt;Janel says 'You're not Xinyi! Give me back my Xinyi!' the moment she sees me.&lt;br /&gt;I just wake up today and thought that i don't feel like smiling and talking today. And i just didn't smile and talk as much.&lt;br /&gt;NoNoNoNoNoNo. I don't want to be xin the grump. =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Seeing my dear Melly in those photo makes me laugh. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2666873558402434268?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2666873558402434268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2666873558402434268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2666873558402434268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2666873558402434268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-am-i-i-miss-gross-xin-one-smear.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sbe8x_A5M7I/AAAAAAAAAxM/8CYb8p2A8ts/s72-c/22042008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-5530082153427675925</id><published>2009-03-04T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:04:33.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Iie ish a shalalalalalalalalala hapii gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iie lurb rainie dae lyke todaes. Cus iie can wade in the water like a duck. hahha. I'm not making sense and i just want to irritate you guys. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not a Good CSCC member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos while the rest slog their hearts out setting up the cca booth,&lt;br /&gt;i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Cos while the rest thirst their throats out alluring juniors to join our camps,&lt;br /&gt;i was having high tea at Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;Cos while the rest brave through thunders and storm under the filmsy tentage,&lt;br /&gt;i was watching TV under my cosy blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Cos while the rest dirty their hands in paint,&lt;br /&gt;i was doing manicure and pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woohoo. I just created a poem! For all mean ppl who skip CCAs. Cheers. *raise wine cups in air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, just want to share this video with you guys. It made me teared every time i watch it. It's about this father who help his son who's physically disabled to finish a race. With selfless love, he mange to overcome all odds, just to fufill the wish of his beloved son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just reminds me of the love of our heavenly Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At times when we are weary of running the race of life, He's our biggest cheerleader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At times when we fail, He's there to lift us up with open arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At times when we cried, He's there to wipe off those precious tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's no love greater than the love of Daddy God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We might be imperfect, we might grief Him time and time again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But He's the same Daddy God, same forgiving Daddy, same Loving Daddy, same faithful Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGRyYKF5jVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGRyYKF5jVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love You Daddy God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5530082153427675925?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5530082153427675925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5530082153427675925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5530082153427675925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5530082153427675925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/iie-ish-shalalalalalalalalala-hapii.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8330074577396994061</id><published>2009-03-04T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:41:14.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've not been bloggging cos i want to act mysterious. It's not fun letting you guys know my whereabouts. Heh. No la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Actually i've been so busy with CSCC dinner and dance planning. I go to school for meetings pratically everyday. As a result, i have nothing to blog about. I photoshop-ed invitation cards, cert, send them for printing, add glitter, touch up on doorgift, pluck feathers, stick stickers... Nothing special or spectacular. Life's a BIG FAT BORE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let me see. The only interesting thing is that Mum and Dad came back from Macau! And mum brough me lotsa necklace, earrings and bracelet. =DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've been quite addicted to photoshop. It's the Christel virus! hahaha. So i photoshop some random stuff out of boredom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is entitled 'my ambition' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;First up, the 'longest' ambition i had-SIA cover/poster girl.  =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309338559667362434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sa6PSjlB2oI/AAAAAAAAAws/JETIygiwuEo/s320/sia-girl-re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Slim and trendy Housewife/tai tai with pretty pearl earrings, cosy clean house, garden with lotsa tulip blooms and a fridge full of food!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309338568867727330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sa6PTF2kR-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/lcbef_d4WCg/s320/cmHOUSEWIFE_ARTICLE_narrowweb__300x443,0+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy public relations officer! Dancing in front of Raffles place Mrt after a promotion and pay rise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309338563891077906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sa6PSzUCoxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-1-kpH9DXE0/s320/m123210050+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stylish farmer/shepherd with a hot korean farmer husband-Joo Ji Hoon!!! I want to grow organic food and own a flock of sheeps. I look obese/pregnant here. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309338575635097282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sa6PTfECJsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/q5hjiDXspMM/s320/farmerG_468x308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's all folks! Stay tune! (i might just photoshop your face! watch out!) hahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;XOXO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8330074577396994061?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8330074577396994061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8330074577396994061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8330074577396994061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8330074577396994061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-not-been-bloggging-cos-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/Sa6PSjlB2oI/AAAAAAAAAws/JETIygiwuEo/s72-c/sia-girl-re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-7365404045600445906</id><published>2009-02-26T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:23:40.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yayee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Today marks the day that i'm freed from year 1! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exam's over, time to party!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm so looking forward to all the events and meet-up! I'm not working! Holidays are too short and precious! Ask me out people!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met BFF up after eww-prah paper for a nice picnic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307033367729460834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZeuuao1mI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Pn2JNRsurS0/s320/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shi's ai xin egg mayo+ham+tomato sandwich. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029727606119010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZba15mmmI/AAAAAAAAAvs/BjabQKGkYoE/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ting's ai xin sausage sphaghetti. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029726111283474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZbawVNORI/AAAAAAAAAvk/xoyS5lp_wUc/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wen's ai xin Alou Vera Jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029725705471762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZbau0dBxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IajLW-YjMCU/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin's ai xin finger food. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029736664540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZbbXpTI2I/AAAAAAAAAv8/Vdi1vCRpN8U/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shi is pouting cos she's mozzie's fav. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029961957632642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZboe7W6oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OXvRe59742s/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ting enjoying her food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029957973092850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZboQFXqfI/AAAAAAAAAwM/sAY55425Wak/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squashing good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029965229676114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZborHeVlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Z2QzD4YdWSg/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307029962465344018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SaZbog0Z-hI/AAAAAAAAAwc/qpsaKS3dn7c/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I wasn't in proper sport's attire so i didn't join in. That's an excuse actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so hungry now that i can't think properly. Hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a hungry happy girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7365404045600445906?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7365404045600445906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7365404045600445906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-8774251404908862922</id><published>2009-02-21T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:24:47.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Curse of the Marionette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As the puppeteer pulls his strings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The fragile doll spreads her wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To dance a ballet as he directs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That is the curse of the marionette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Controlled by a hand far, far above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Forever shall she mime what she cannot know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until the day she loses her illusory glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The marionette is, once more, only wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And her silken hair has turned to twine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What a fate awaits the poor little doll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am but a doll on an endless stage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My puppeteer sits far above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hiding his face behind a white glove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And when I have aged to nothing but wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will be forgotten by the blue, blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoynomous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8774251404908862922?l=axinderallastory.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-6741569369930530889.post-6822133674180800714</id><published>2009-02-19T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:06:36.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLUOOO!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Econs is finally over! Goodbye and good ridance Mr Econs! You're officially dump by me! HAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Next come IPRA. (Say Ewww Prrrraaahhhh) It's introduction to public relations and advertising. And i've decided to mug later. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How's my Valentine's day? I spend 9/24 hours in church, 8/24 hours sleeping, 2/24 hours eating, 3/24 hours thinking of pick-up lines on msn, 2/24 hours showering, travelling, q-ing up, saying 'hi' to people, giving out val gift and saying 'bye' to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And generous Mitchel brough me a bouquet of sunflowers, as a gesture of friendship. I emphasis, F-R-I-E-N-D-S-H-I-P. Preeetty flowers. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304498865123127826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZ1dnQcgchI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HH27QwIIdFY/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been working on recreation thingy that Pastor said. Cg went to west coast park last sunday for some volleyball game and picnic. I tried, really tried to play volleyball but i have this extreme phobia of ball games. I ended up looking like i'm playing dodgeball. But i'm so going to try to overcome my fear of ball games. I don't want my future husband to be overweight, have a pot belly and play chess all day. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But the good thing is, i tried squash and i like it! Squash is coolious! One more thing to add to the recreational thingy. BFF rocks my life! They came to SP to play squash and we're going to lakeside for pinic next week! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, today is an awesome day! I went for breakfast with my mum and her friend, then mum brough me this leopard print flurry heels that i've been eyeing for some time. We then went to the library and i found 2 books that i've been searching for. It's a biography of Mother Teresa and Journal of John Sung. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mother Teresa is an icon of compassion who availed her life to serving poor and needy people. This biography shed lights on her struggles and the intensity of her holiness. She is probably one of the most generous woman ever live, giving her all to better lives of people around. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;John Sung is one of the greatest chinese evangelist whose ministry have imparted thousands of lifes in China and southeast asia. From a series of letters and diaries, he testify of the goodness of God in his life and ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even though i've only started on the first few chapter of two books, the sheer obedience of these 2 man and woman of God really touches me. John Sung graduated from the university of Ohio with a first class honours in chemistry- a mean feat for any asian boy in that time. Yet, he choose to serve God back home in China, forsaking the immense wealth and power he'll otherwise get. =D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So awesome right! hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yayee! i'm extraodinary happy today. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-6822133674180800714?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6822133674180800714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=6822133674180800714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6822133674180800714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6822133674180800714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/02/helluooo-dd-econs-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZ1dnQcgchI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HH27QwIIdFY/s72-c/DSC00286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-4844579547631040614</id><published>2009-02-13T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:31:56.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Black Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people! It's friday night and i'm rotting at home. I'm not going to touch econs tonight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As you guys know, i'm having an awesome beyond awesome study break now. I have plenty of free time and i browse through my pile of old stuff just now and lo! I found my old diary. It was quite an interesting read figuring out my horrendous handwriting and spelling mistakes. Then i found this entry. It's a letter written to God asking Him to give me wisdom and grace to pass my exams and something like forgiving my sins for their mistakes?! Hah. I have no idea what that is. I was about 10years old when i wrote that. But it reminds me of those good ol' days when you do silly little things, that child-like faith that's unwavering and pure. See, my 'christian' name at that time is Joaquim. I copied it from the name of our national flower, Vanda joaquim or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299425334909570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZWNPAvYWoI/AAAAAAAAAus/0edag6_atRg/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My 'art' work when i was 11. 'You do not need to be perfect to be love'. So true. Even if you're bo gei, maimed or handicap, Jesus still loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299428648348802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZWNPNFXbII/AAAAAAAAAuk/5hgK6MshNaE/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stash of neo-prints. It's so amazing to see our hairstyles and looks evolve slowly through each neo-print. There's like Ting's pre-braces days and my thick bangs to Wen having short hair and Shi's rectangular spec frames. How i miss those times when we roamed aroung jurong point for hours and hours, without a care for homework or worries. =D *Sigh with Nostalgic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302308303180105714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZWVTxSnh_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/TC_9ZREo_Bs/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Most prized cards, letters, photographs, sticker books, movie tickets... all tuck away in the drawer. My favourite pastime is to fish them out one by one and read them all over and over again. They never cease to bring a smile to my face. Different letters from different season of my life from different ones but still that same care and love. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302308306828606754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZWVT-4fPSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/D-G2WRqmCgo/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, This has nothing to do with the past. These are my essentials to mugging! hee. To maximise your potential during mugging, a well-rounded diet is highly important. Firstly, you can get calcium from cheese cubes and meji full cream milk! Calcium gives you strong bones! Mooo. There's alphabet soup too! You can memorise facts by eating the alphabets up to form your facts. The chicken and sausage inside gives you protein! Cherry tomatoes cheer your toes up! haha. They're a good source of dietary fibre, makes traffic down south smoother. ahem ahem. It's ok if you don't get it. Moving on, my most faithful exams companion-Brand's berry essence and chicken essence! Inner shine and outer shine! =) Next, my fav assorted dried fruits. I love dried cranberry lotsa lotsa! The next amazing food-Salmon sushi flavoured potato chips! It's like the most incredible potato chips i've had. It's potato yet it taste so much like salmon! FYI, Raw salmon is like my ultimate fav fav fav food. And now they have it in a reseal-able packet. OMGish! Scream MA-MA-MIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302299737159801666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZWNhKYOm0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/H1m4krkb38Y/s320/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, Happy valentine's day people! It's okie if you don't have a date. Don't feel loserish. Hang out with those who really matters-your friends n family! Xin loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4844579547631040614?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4844579547631040614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4844579547631040614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4844579547631040614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4844579547631040614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-black-friday-people-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SZWNPAvYWoI/AAAAAAAAAus/0edag6_atRg/s72-c/DSC00278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-917578309206373571</id><published>2009-02-11T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:41:24.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONFESSIONS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love transcend all. Even though he's not tall, dark or handsome, actually quite the opposite but i just like the way he is. I guess there's no reason when it comes to love. Oh, love is blind. It's a love-hate affair. He is so uncomprehensional, sometimes it takes me so long to figure him out. But still, i enjoy the thrill of his company, especially the lingering soft touch of his skin. let me introduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Fundamentals of economics, affectionately known as Econs. Standing at a height of 30cm by 15cm, He's a perfect A4 size. Like what i mentioned, He's not really tall, not really dark. He's rather white with fiercly looking tatoos on his skin, all hand drawn by Yours faithfully. And i might be having a hot date with him on Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. I'm lame and bored. And i love Econs not. That's just a &lt;s&gt;lie&lt;/s&gt; positive confession. Yayeeee!! It's now officially study break and i heart study break lots lots! I slept like more than 12hours and it felt so so so good. To be woken up by chirping of birds is so much better than the shrilling cry of alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for prayer meetings too! It rocks lah! So pumped up and recharge now. No more mood swings! My erratic hormones is finally balance with sufficient rest and spiritual vitamins. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for holidays to come. There's Val day this sat, Cg outing this sunday, Edge meeting following fri, Usher chalet, CSCC prep camp, focamp, CSCC day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaahahhahahahahahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-917578309206373571?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/917578309206373571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=917578309206373571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/917578309206373571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/917578309206373571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/02/confessions.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-932069213135880223</id><published>2009-02-06T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:23:36.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And the floodgates broke lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sentimental beings like us can never hide our emotions. We laugh when we're happy, cry when we're sad and occassionally gives fake smile in awkard situations. No pretense, no mask. Blame it on pms, blame it on being in an ultra melo-dramatic course. Christel and Xin teared again! Our floodgates broke loose for like dunno-how-many-times this week. And this time being a more dramatic one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;We're super stressed out this entire week. Needless to explain why-the usual project culprit. And there's this rehearsal today for Chris's cny event tomo. Everybody was fretting over the script and props then 2 blur testorene-powered fellows step on our nerves. The last thing you wanna hear from all this hard work is criticism and whining. They who-shall-not-be-named kept on threatening Chris that they'll back out if their this and this need is not met and the final blow came when they shove Chris on the shoulder. I tell you, I scolded that who-shall-not-be-named as harsly as i could remember. I'm sorry for ranting but you guys should know better when the atmosphere gets tense. I didn't mean any harm but you guys just came at the wrong time. I still love you guys! Don't worry! I just feel so sorry for Chris. She put in so much effort, coming to school early and staying back late to finish the proposal, skipping meals just to make things hapen. And people just don't appreciate all that she's doing. She's not obligated or paid and certainly don't deserve all this rubbish. And the disappointments i felt this week just came back to haunt like a ghost. People i trusted and have high hopes for just flop the first assignment i have for them. All i ever wanted was to see them flourish or at least be commited. Don't give me the promise when you can't even keep them. I don't have time to entertain cheap meaningless promise. And our wp project is back to square1. The nights that we spend rushing through them was wasted. The design sucks and we gotta redo them again. And my dreamweaver and flash skills sucks. It took me so long to figure out something, made something out and then throw them into the bin. I'm sure you guys understand how awful this is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Still, life has to go on. And i'm truly thankful to those who stand by me and Daddy God for his encouragement and strength. Thank you friends for being sweet and understanding. I've not been in the best of mood and your little messages and hugs just made me feel appreciated. Disappointments and failures is all a part and parcel of life. What can i do if people just want to remain in their comfort zone? I've did whatever i can. At least i'm accountable to God and tried my best. I suppose they need time. I shall be patient.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After every rain comes a beautiful rainbow. That's the hallmark of every overcomer. Whatever cannot kill me only strengthens me. =DDD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-932069213135880223?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/932069213135880223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=932069213135880223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/932069213135880223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/932069213135880223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-floodgates-broke-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-2544250650787719101</id><published>2009-02-05T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:02:55.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helluooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week have been another crazily hectic week. Everyday was packed to the brim with endless projects and assignments and extra classes. I stayed in school for more than 12hours everyday! Unslightly pimple(s) seems to invade territories where peace use to prevail and reign. And there's this bazzar in school that sells meji choc and i've fallen prey to those sinful junk food again and again. Sometimes i feel like a warrior, preparing to attack a day full of big giants(Test, projects dateline) and little army( Overeating and pimple). I sort of enjoy charging through the 'battlefields', slaying as many giants as possible, enjoy every victory, triping over little army, laughing at it and moving on. Who says poly life is slack? I think i've never worked as hard before! I'm proud of being productive, for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes xin a dull girl. I'm so going to reward myself after 'war'! The bimbs might be watching Disney princess on ices together with bimbs of other class. It's gonna be some inter-bimbs DMC event! So coolious right! Leeyen from 01, Michelle, Cheryl from 02, Tiffany and gang( I forgot which class) and a few others are coming too! Hopefully no one backs out and it'll be so fun! We can even form some Bimbs congress or some union thingy. OMG! Can't wait! This year's Disney on ice's theme is 'A princess dream come true' and 7 princesses which include Cinderella, Belle, Aurora, Arial, Snow white, Jasmine and Mulan will be performing. Tinklebelle will be the host! Don't think this is some no brainer &lt;s&gt;chick&lt;/s&gt; kid's musical. The producer went on a research before producing to see why Disney princess is so loved and different from other cartoon characters. The answer-because thses princesses dare to believe in their dreams and have the courage to fight for what they believe in. Thus, this musical aims to inspire us to be brave in pursuing what we want. If only we believe. Cool right! i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall write more soon k. I'm really dead beat and i don't think i'm making sense anytime, anymore. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Lovvveeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2544250650787719101?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2544250650787719101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2544250650787719101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2544250650787719101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2544250650787719101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/02/helluooo-this-week-have-been-another.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-751916455619258775</id><published>2009-01-27T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:25:15.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR PPL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to blog in chinese but i didn't know how to change the language mode and it's going to take a long long time figuring out the hanyupinyin. So plan aborted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year celebrations were pretty alright. Let the peektures tell the story! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296247119301342770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SYAMsbykdjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XRRQ4MZ9z_c/s320/DSC04267.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Reunion dinner at my Ah ma's house. These are my handsome paternal side cousin Hayward and Hayden. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296247120424964386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SYAMsf-dkSI/AAAAAAAAAt8/NP4ELG1qvjM/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My sis and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296247120551888466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SYAMsgcuRlI/AAAAAAAAAuE/A4wSoe_XgTg/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296247122736090194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SYAMsolejFI/AAAAAAAAAuM/QXtB4S7qt08/s320/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; barbie. Her name ia Amanda. She's very stylo milo. She wears wedding gown and rides a bike. Oh, that's her room behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297499597000988130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SYR_0O0E1eI/AAAAAAAAAuU/CI5V4Fu45cI/s320/IMG_4996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Second day of new year with the usual clique. =DD We went on Singapore flyer and i sort of overcome my phobia of heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297499613519517666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SYR_1MWZl-I/AAAAAAAAAuc/1flFU4FkVxU/s320/IMG_5004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sharon dearie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This few days have been uber hectic. There's all the heavy workload, endless test to mug for and pressing projects deadline to meet. We stayed in school till 9+pm on tues and fri for flash test revision and to complete our editing work. Our poor lecturers had to stay back to tutor us and sacrifice their family time. Mr Howard and Mr Adrain rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been really short tempered and frustrated with everyone because of the heavy workload. Please pardon me k. I felt really bad ignoring you guys or giving vague replies. Another week of school to go before study week. Bear with me for another week! Oh yes. Sharon is so sweet! She brough me 6packet of cereal to encourage me and in case i get hungry mugging in the middle of the night. Although it isn't anything expensive, i really appreciate her and her thoughts. Aww. Sweet girl! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i felt really good seeing our projects finishing especially our short film! To see your pre-conceived idea coming to life as a script then slowly taking forms in visuals and audios. The satisfaction beats all the hardwork and madness filming and editing in our little suites. Studio19 cut1 is like my new home. I spend more time there than at home. our film will be ready in a few days time. so looking forward to it! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have like web publishing group project left, Issues and view point gotta read up on globalisation, Pysch quiz and project submission, News writing article done, CSCC invitation cards, certificates, awards and backdrop design to do, Edit some audio for film... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come Holiday come! Speed your love to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-751916455619258775?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/751916455619258775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=751916455619258775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/751916455619258775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/751916455619258775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-ppl-i-wanted-to-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SYAMsbykdjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XRRQ4MZ9z_c/s72-c/DSC04267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-6437404444496593618</id><published>2009-01-24T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:12:43.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Good morning everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It's 2am now! But i'm still WIDE-AWAKE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;There's this perculiar feeling churning inside. I know i'm suppose to practise my flash and write my news writing article but somehow i just don't have the inspiration or mood to do it. Another writer block! But i have an urge to just write something. So i'm here-blogging aimlessly!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;We had an awesome CNY service yesterday! I was totally blown away by pastor's sermon. Now i feel so proud to be a chinese! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And i'm so proud of Norman! He's doing h2 runner for the first time and Ivy is full of praises for him. My Norman and Joshua have expressed their desire to rise up in ministry. Boy oh boy! Can you imagine the joy i have! To see people stepping out of their comfort zone, knowing that their lives will be so much more meaningful and seeing them fufilling their destiny. If you guys are reading this, i just want to tell you all that i'm so proud of you and i believe you guys can do even more things. It's ok if you don't have as much talent as others. Be faithful in what you're given and more will be added. Don't be fearful of what people might say. Have the courage to do what's right and always walk/lead by revelation. Be teachable and keen to learn. There might be times when you might get discipled. But don't take it personally, iron can only be strengthen if it go through the test of fire. There is so much more to come and i believe our adventure together in making mistakes, learning from them and growing stronger and wiser would be a challenging and exciting one! I'll aways believe in you guys! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Time really flies and i'm in the ministry for almost 3years now! It's been an extremly enriching journey and i enjoyed every part of it. I remembered those good old days when i had to wake up at 5am every sunday to serve in expo, those bitter moments when i had to serve alone during o-level period and  finally the sweet reward( wonderful friends in ministry) for clinging on and pressing on. These 3 years have not been plain-sailing. I've had my share of being on the brink of tears from conregation and leader's scolding, the struggle to stay commited... But i'm glad to have brave through them all, a stronger girl, a better servant. Of course, there are a few who didn't manage to make it through and grew weary along the way. I saw this old friend who joined ministry at the same time as me just now.  I no longer see the joy in her eyes. Instead, it's replaced by unwillingness and just-another-mundane-job-attitude. It's disheartening. But it lies in our ability to view every day as standard, live not expecting anything or you can embrace every day as a new challenge, constantly improving and breaking out of your comfort zone.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I choose the latter. What about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-6437404444496593618?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6437404444496593618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=6437404444496593618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6437404444496593618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6437404444496593618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-morning-everyone-its-2am-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8118518328558199992</id><published>2009-01-19T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:14:48.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tagged by Janel not daniao xiaonai or zhongniao.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) My lappy's charger just died down on me and the replacement will only come in 3-5days time. So technically speaking, i only have 1hr 32min to complete this before the battery die out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) Rachelbelle Tan Xin Yi means purity, beautiful, joy and gratitude. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) I use to be very very very shy. Mention my name and i'll blush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4) I smell to judge. I can't stand people with this wierd lavender scent. *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5) I have a terrible fear of standing near a ledge, especially on the train platform. Cross over the yellow line and i'll smack your face. Cos i'm a good citizen.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) I beat up a girl in the toiliet when i was in primary 1. And my mum was so proud of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7) My mum had 2 miscarriages before me. It means i have 2 bro/sis in heaven! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8) My princess illness acts up when i stand for too long, starve for too long or stay in enclosed area for too long. I'll faint and throw up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9) My ambition is to be an air stewardess. I'm dead serious about it and i check S'pore airlines webbie for recruitment drive. The recent one was on 17jan. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10) I want a garden party in front of a castle and lake for my wedding reception. All the guests must dress up as any character in disney and drink tea from little porcelain teacup that giggles when you touch them. The finale will be a spectacular fireworks and everyone will dance to the tune of all lovely disney songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11) I use to have really short sloped hair when i was young cos a friend pass her hair flea to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12) I have a routine breakfast menu. Monday is prawn noodle, tues is fishball mince meat noodle, wed is fried noodle, thurs is duck noodle and fri is guey( or issit kway?) chap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13) I stay on top of a shopping center. That's why i have good food early in the morning and late at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14) I once saw this fortune teller person in Taiwan who gave me very bad predicament about my life. Something about my mu(wood) getting burned by too much huo( fire) and how i have lots of tao hua( guys) in my life and they'll lead to my downfall or something. Nah never! I won't want it to be some self-fufilling prophecy if i harp on to it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15) I want 4 children in future! 2 boys and 2 girls. 1 will be called Gracia, another Nathaniel. Other two will be named by my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16) My lappie is now left with 32mins of battery life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whoever wanna do this just do k! My battery is dying on me soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;loves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8118518328558199992?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8118518328558199992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8118518328558199992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8118518328558199992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8118518328558199992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-janel-not-daniao-xiaonai-or.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-1587164443372609038</id><published>2009-01-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:11:20.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Izt2ZEpqe7"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Izt2ZEpqe7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if my heart has grown cold,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there Your love will unfold;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;when im blind to my way,there Your Spirit will pray;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;oceans will part; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;nations come at the whisper of Your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hope will rise; glory shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;in my life, Your will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;present suffering may pass,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, Your mercy will last;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;and my heart will find praise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i will delight in Your way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;oceans will part; nations come at the whisper of Your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hope will rise; glory shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;in my life, Your will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;oceans will part; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;nations come at the whisper of Your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hope will rise; glory shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;in my life, Your will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;thank You Lord, Thy will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;beautiful Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jesus open my eyes to the work of Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;oceans will part; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;nations come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;at the whisper of Your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hope will rise; glory shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;in my life, Your will be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1587164443372609038?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1587164443372609038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1587164443372609038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1587164443372609038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1587164443372609038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/oceans-will-part-acoustic-hillsong-if.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5635166785245448293</id><published>2009-01-11T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:55:13.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sigh sigh Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is like trying to grasp water in your hand while it seeps through your fingers, helplessly.  It's so fragile, so short, so sudden. Of course, dying is all a part of life cycle but i can't help being overwhelmed by melancholy whenever somebody's somebody pass away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank God i believe in heaven. Guess faith is really a driving force that keeps people going on in such circumstances. Well, everyone have to go home someday. I just hope that our little trip out here would be a memorable one, one that still impact people way after you're home, one that creates legacy :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let's not be so gloomy. Being thankful is the best cure for depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are 10 things i thank God for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) The chance to witness sunrise.(again and again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) A safe home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) All my love ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) An education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) More than enough pretty dresses and possesions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) Ability to see, hear, speak, nag, scream, cry, smell, smile, laugh, walk, dance and love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8) Everyday. ( Yes. Including monday, even though i don't love monday as much as saturday.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9) YOU. ( I know u're reading this becos a) u love me, b) u're kaypoy, c) u're bored. Don't need to tell me your answer. I still love You. Hah! )   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10) God Himself. *('V')* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5635166785245448293?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5635166785245448293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5635166785245448293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5635166785245448293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5635166785245448293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh-sigh-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-7618322954749352750</id><published>2009-01-07T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:11:13.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Helloooo all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm still alive! Just really really busy with assignments and projects!!! Before i whine again, let me update some pics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;w387&amp;amp;w481 cg appreciation! This year's theme is so coolious! It's 'back-to-school'! And you can't believe how happy i am to be able to wear school uniform again. To relieve my fond school memories, i made all the sis tie their hair into 2 ponytail. Hahaha. Seriously, i don't mind wearing sch uniform for cgm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is my mei mei. She's in pri1. hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288543031105281906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSt3exl33I/AAAAAAAAAs0/cLP1EUbXR9c/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;This is me. Im in VJC and i'm my teacher's pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288543034166491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSt3qLcOlI/AAAAAAAAAs8/TXjkcAofe6c/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Jordan is a PE teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288543035375326354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSt3urplJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3fO1HpFKxeA/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Class w387.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288543036462156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSt3yuxSrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/gse_nw815EA/s320/CIMG4527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;School photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288543036424982882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSt3yl6EWI/AAAAAAAAAtU/z7mUzav4ZXI/s320/CIMG4530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm a demure student by day and a va-va-vrom kick ass hot chick at night. ( sounds familiar, mel!) hahah. some grp12 leaders went to this place in Clark quay to count down. I think it's Fashion bar or something. Wan xiu and the rest didn't allow me to drink more than one quarter cup of that sweet tasting long island drink cos i'm underage but somehow manage to sneak in. It's awesome to end and start the year with this bunch of fun peeps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288546545478978642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSxEC1kzFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/SumhjyXtw2Y/s320/n657828922_1835302_6472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288546549693686194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSxESicIbI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IkaEedd8E1Q/s320/n657828922_1835298_4786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288546555441076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSxEn8uWYI/AAAAAAAAAts/Z9bzJ8apzq0/s320/n657828922_1835303_6894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's gonna be hard work and more hard work after all these partying. Another 6 more wks to go and i'll be a free man again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We're still in the midst of editing our short film, tail-end of our research for ivp, news writing test tomo, econs test 2 wks later( gosh gosh gosh!), web publishing assignment due fri, CSCC day invitation card design out by next wk, chalet reccee tomo+planning, team outing on sunday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This sucks when there's a persisting flu and fluctuating fever. I need to take care of my health and break the bondage of flu. I'm thinking of skipping econs tutorial tomo and take a good rest before news writing test but take a look at this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which of the following is an incorrect statement about average total cost(ATC)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a)  ATC=( TVC+TFC)/Q&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b) ATC=TC/Q&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c) ATC=MC if MC is decreasing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;d) ATC=AVC=AFC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh mann. what on earth is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm so going to mug for econs. I'm so going to ace econs. I'm a giant cos.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm more than a conquerer in christ!&lt;/span&gt; =DDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7618322954749352750?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7618322954749352750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7618322954749352750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7618322954749352750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7618322954749352750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloooo-all-im-still-alive-just-really.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SWSt3exl33I/AAAAAAAAAs0/cLP1EUbXR9c/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-1067836609817574628</id><published>2008-12-28T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:20:09.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some christmas peektures to upload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preetyy pretty candlelight service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284857271231583730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeVsBRmFfI/AAAAAAAAAss/vemb-4pUU94/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ting came for service! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284857266392239234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeVrvPzjII/AAAAAAAAAsk/1YIkEgz0sig/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Usual Grp 12 usher leaders outing! =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284857266462667090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeVrvgmMVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BfZad_eCckY/s320/n657828922_1784397_7420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bugis steamboat! Alan's shocked expression! ahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284857264927703746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeVrpyogsI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uKkWShwQJSo/s320/n657828922_1784403_9436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284857257245349298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeVrNLBFbI/AAAAAAAAAsM/gcIJny1Ty-Q/s320/n657828922_1784396_7168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My lovely roses of UM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284855663025152354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeUOaPTYWI/AAAAAAAAAr8/CsW-NHCloi4/s320/n657828922_1784406_358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284855658292083474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeUOIm2exI/AAAAAAAAAr0/HzaYUNPNkX0/s320/n657828922_1784394_6706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-school blues ;( &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;This is not real. School's not starting tomorrow. I don't need to fuss about what to wear. I don't need to wake up early. I don't need to worry about projects. There is no exams. This is just a nightmare. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish! How i wish christmas is forever. To escape from the cruel reality, i slept for 17hours but i woke up feeling guilty for not touching my dust-covered textbook during the hols. In the end, i browse through my econs notes and practise photoshop and dreamweaver. I even watched an online tutorial on CSS. Xinyi is so awesome right! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time for some drama mama!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh no. I see exams and projects looming in the darkness. They wave their bony finger and flash an almost sinister grin, trying to allure me into their evil trap. I run as fast as my legs could carry me. But those 2 creatures take chase and is hot on my heels. All of a sudden, a strong arm grab me from the back and the slimy hand coil tightly around my neck, leaving me gasping for air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahaha. How should we end the story? Ok. I've got a brillantly bright idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Help...' i whimper, using all the remaining strength to struggle out of the monster's grip. Suddenly, a bright white light flash across the darken horizon and i saw a flash of blur dashing towards me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Stop!' a masculine husky voice thundered. The stranger then draw out his sword and slay the monster in a clean slash. He then put me on his white horse and we gallop away happily. I finally catch a glimsp of him on the horse. His soft black hair fall back freely as the wind rustle through. His eyes is of a deep hazelnut brown that seem to have the power to penetrate through your soul. His lips pouf like a dainty rose petal and his brows furrow in deep concentration as we gallop through the dense canopy of Bukit Timah hill. I sit contently in his embrace, oblivious to the puzzled looks of mel, sher and chris who happened to be jogging in the vicinity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Xin! is that prince charming with you?' questioned mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'I know right!' exclaimed sher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Let's go bimbs! i want to eat yu pian mee fen.' complained chris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-The end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahhahaha. I think it's a beautifully cliched story with a tinge of reality in them. Bimbs! i didn't forget you girls! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sha, Anna and Azzie is skipping sch tomo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How encouraging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love sch. Exams and projects are there for me to score. yeah. positive confessions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being optimistic is a virtue and i'm a sanguine. =DDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1067836609817574628?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1067836609817574628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1067836609817574628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1067836609817574628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1067836609817574628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-christmas-peektures-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVeVsBRmFfI/AAAAAAAAAss/vemb-4pUU94/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-2121608532098029942</id><published>2008-12-25T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:50:40.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My all in all,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;For unto us a child is born,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Unto us a son is given:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;And the government will be upon his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;And his name will be called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonderful, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counselor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mighty God, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everlasting Father, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince of Peace. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2121608532098029942?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2121608532098029942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2121608532098029942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2121608532098029942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2121608532098029942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-my-all-in-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-3980510075502672179</id><published>2008-12-23T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:22:04.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm finally SEVENTEEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i had an awesome time celebrating growing old with some really awesome people. =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a mega jam-pack 4 days of celebration and fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's so much stuff to update but yet i'm still in the midst of writing the 2nd xmas card and am already very much brain dead. Please pardon any grammatical mistakes and vocab mistakes and whatever tense or punctuation mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dear w387 and usher ministry celebrated with me on bday eve. Dear cg brough me a sexy black dress and 2 mini choc cake and eliz made me a lovely card.  Usher ministry surprised me with a huge secret recipe cheese cake. It was a total surprise. I thought they are going to celebrate dec babies birthday next saturday and was doing recycling quietly when Alan suddenly dish out the big cake and the next min, everyone was singing birthday song. And i'm sure our suposedly-only-leaders-should-know-secret is revealed under Alan and Wanxiu's teasing. I think the 2 of them should just get together. Opps. hahahha. Jokes aside, i really want to thank you guys for making my life so much brighter. Thank you w387 for ur lovingness too!! =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went for birthday lunch at Shokudo with Sharon and gang. Initially, Sharon suggest that ONLY BOTH OF US go on a date together and i'm strictly not allowed to bring anyone with me. I thought it was rather strange but gladly obliged. Then very coincidentally on the fateful day, Wan xiu walk in and coincidentally sit down at the table. Then, Jia sheng very coincidentally walk in to, coincidentally meeting a friend there and sit down at the table. Wan yun then coincidentally walk in and we coincidentally bump into Carissa at Cineleisure. Then i finally realised this is all but a scam. They are really really sweet! Sharon, Carissa, Liangkai, Jiasheng, ruixiang brough me a tiara hairband! Thank you guys for taking time out to have lunch with me. =D I had lotsa fun that day! Peektures are still with Jia sheng. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went for bday dinner at NYNY and swensens that night with Mel. Mel's totally sweet! She made me a crown and a card and a totally bimbotic pink fluffy clipboard and this really sweet 'warning letter' that i can issue to people who pisses me off. And i lent her the tiara sharon and gang brough and we wore the crown struting around Marina square, City hall and Esplanade. Where can i find friends who believe in your fantasy, willing to embarassed themselves just to make your day? Mel's such a precious. =) Love her to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking happy with my pressie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283009240752405090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEE6fQnOmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hWB1WuktPgE/s320/21122008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Trying to hide behind the gigantic menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011510082617362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEG-lLGQBI/AAAAAAAAArc/Bbu45jNQ9cI/s320/21122008(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283009249485212914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEE6_yrTPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/XF8gy8BoUHk/s320/21122008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking happy with the complimentary earthquake ice cream.&lt;/span&gt; cos it's free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283009252912703378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEE7Mj2p5I/AAAAAAAAArE/X--lTNwmtiw/s320/21122008(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283009254322864642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEE7R0EAgI/AAAAAAAAArM/r8rNgNplwuk/s320/21122008(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Overjoyed. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283009248069005506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEE66hBsMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/CA1QWrLvtfY/s320/21122008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283009942936341122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEFjXGTyoI/AAAAAAAAArU/DFoBXtuc-Hc/s320/21122008(023).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, on my 17years and 1 day young day, i went for CCA xmas party and CANCRI celebrated my birthday. This time, Janel pulled me to accompany her for something in the midst of the BBQ and Cancri surprised me with a blackforest cake. While i was happily cutting the cake, Janel dubbed an underwear on my head!!! She brough some random stuff like training bra, some armpit sweat absorbing thingy and kids underwear and gave them out as xmas gift. Don't go eeeeww please! I swear this panty on my head is absolutely new and clean and i scrubbed my hair as clean as i could when i reached home. hahah. Thanks Cancri for planning and the surprise. XOXO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011513016890626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEG-wGrtQI/AAAAAAAAArk/Y_QwpFuDTUU/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The next day again, on my 17th year and 2nd day of my life, i went out wit BFF! They are so sweet. They brough me a bouquet of sunflower and a big coffee mug. We went to so many places! First we went to Raffles city's Cafe cartel for lunch then we went to this flea market that Xiaxue visited. I was so scared of the place. It reeks of rusty tin and the hawkers just throw their goods around the road. There's all sorts of wierd things ranging from electronics to vintage watches to idolatry statue to 'ti ko pei'(lecherous men).  There's this funny old man who keeps shouting 'wah, you mei nu. lai kan mei nu' whenever a female walks past his store. It's as if he has never seen a woman all throughout his life! We went shopping at bugis after that and went back to Jurong point's Cystal jade for dinner. =DD Thanks BFF! You girls rock my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lastly, i want thank everyone who remembered my birthday. Your little message made my day=D Thanks to Mel, Chris, Sher, Ting, Shi, Wen, Bee, JiaYing, Eliz, Alvina, Don, Alvin, Alwin, Kenn, Adrain, Zi rong, Wendy, Jonnie ash, Andrew, Sharon, Carissa, Wan yun, Wan xiu, Jia sheng, Liangkai, Rui xiang, Alan, Karen, Clinton, Sunthari, Jingyuan, Karuna, Shuyu, Davis, Joel, Mitchell, Yuling, Jun ming, Brian, Edmund, Jenna, Joshua, Wei zhi, Chinming, Jan, Ben low, Fabian, Sam, Asher, Justin, Duta, Ronald, Darwin, Nigel, Aileen, James, Boon xiong, Qiming, April, Reuben, Ernest, Jasmin, Benji, En yun, Faris, Azzie, Ven, Seaney, Stanley, Ram, Jovan, Angela, Feng soon, Marcus, Esmund, Sameul, Piah wee, Janel, Gina, Wei min, Sean guoliang,  Jingyi, Shi wei, Bobby, Suhaizat, Hikaru and friends... I hope i don't miss out anyone. But i'm very sure i did. Please forgive me. This tiny puny brain can't contain too much info.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011515130661026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEG-3-pSKI/AAAAAAAAArs/gLj72rNaLd0/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now, i want to thank all these generous soul for their blessings. The dark pink clipboard on extreme left is handmade frm mel, the candlelit with sensor is xmas gift from Jun xian, the venti size Coffee mug with cute cake stirrer beside is from BFF, The angel figurine is from Fabian(it's a surprise! cos he's only my mum's ex cgm's son and i didn't expect him to give me a gift), The pink happy card is from cg, the bouquet of sunflower is from BFF, The stylio grey top is from  generous Mitchell(It's a hefty 3 digit price top from Skin), the sexy black dress beside is from cg, the yellow princess crown is from mel, the cutie marie cat towel is from Don and Darrel, The 'warning note' and yellow pretty card is from Mel, The photo and color pencil is from Gina, the tomato plush is from cancri, the white doll plush is from piah wee, the glittering tiara is from sharon, carissa, jiasheng, liangkai, ruixiang, the wierd thing that paste on the chest to cure flu is from Janel. =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank You Guys!!!! i truly appreciates it!! =DD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-3980510075502672179?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3980510075502672179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=3980510075502672179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3980510075502672179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3980510075502672179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-finally-seventeen-and-i-had-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SVEE6fQnOmI/AAAAAAAAAqs/hWB1WuktPgE/s72-c/21122008(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-732516244734297003</id><published>2008-12-17T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:41:02.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well. I'm supposed to catch a local film with my class and lec. I'm supposed to be roasting chicken wing at CCA chalet. But here i am in the comfort of my room blogging and feeling like a loser.  I'm down with another flu. Gosh! It's like the 3rd flu attack this month! And there's My hope party tomorrow, more video editing on fri and a series of christmas activities thereafter. I can't afford to fall sick! I'll be healed. i'll be healed! Believe in the power of positive confession. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is 4days away! I shall take this time to evaluate this year and make some new year resolution instead of lamenting my life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been an extraordinary challenging year. Be it mentally, emotionally, spiritually, i think i've never had as many mixed emotions as compared to the previous years.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, i've step out of my comfort zone and venture into areas i never thought i'll be in. I never thought i'll be able to lead an usher team or a connect group. I want to thank my leaders for giving me opportunity to fufill my destiny in Christ and also understanding from my people. I've sort of neglected my cg since ushering has taken up most of my time but my cg has been especially gracious to me. Especially Kenn whom i've not been an excellent cgl to. My new year resolution would be to balance up cg and ushering and especially to see kenn rise up to be a cgl and cg guitarist. I also want to thank my ushers for their faithfulness. They availed their time week in week out without complaints. They're truly the unsung heros backstage! Don't be weary of doing good ushers! For in due time you guys shall surely reap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been like a roller coaster ride emotionally. My family went through a emotional crisis in may and my mum was down with depression. Those few months were one of the most difficult time in my life as my parents would quarrel and i was so afraid that my mum would commit suicide anytime. Those were the times i felt so fearful and helpless, especially when your role model just collapsed suddenly. Thank God for his grace, my mum is on the road to recovery and my parents relationship were restored. Through this crisis, i've learnt to cherish people around me even more. I've conquered whatever i've deafeated. Come what may devil. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole lot of new experience transiting into a new school environment, meeting new friends and new things. I'm glad that i have great bimbs, great class, great school and great course and great lecturers and great CCA friends. I guess the next 2 and a quarter years in SP would be ultra exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. i'm suppose to evaluate and make resoulution. well, for the coming year, i would want to be a woman of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater faith, greater love for people, greater discipline, greater joy, greater purity, greater faithfulness, greater patience, greater gentleness, greater anointing, greater discernment, greater wisdom, greater graciousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-732516244734297003?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/732516244734297003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=732516244734297003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/732516244734297003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/732516244734297003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-2136751946446122029</id><published>2008-12-15T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:36:52.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! This weekend is especially eventful! First thing first- Elyn and Shaun's holy matrimony! I went 'awww!!' like one million times. They're so so so sweet and Elyn is so pretty! =D It felt so good to see my old old cgm again. Some of them are no longer in church and i lost touch with some of them. Rekindle those fond old memories =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997802240490994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSBsljPfI/AAAAAAAAAps/9sYJgxD_4FQ/s320/n705220753_1619583_1377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushers for holy matrimony. All of us wore black and white co-incidentally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997814185418546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSCZFcXzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/A0FsBunHtjk/s320/n705220753_1619579_847.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yippie! I took a photo with pastor!!! =DD Pastor look so cute! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280001105944402162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZVB_18WPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ul-EDcTLk3w/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Group12 christmas cum appreciation party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSc7zMEqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jGwKj9D61F8/s1600-h/n657828922_1740636_7661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998270180692642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSc7zMEqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jGwKj9D61F8/s320/n657828922_1740636_7661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liangkai, my co-host!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZScpdSR8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/7jFhsRrIoq0/s1600-h/n657828922_1740639_8815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279998265256986562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZScpdSR8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/7jFhsRrIoq0/s320/n657828922_1740639_8815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997832361944818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSDczEJvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Pt3TrWR1JuI/s320/n657828922_1740638_8489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zech the hotel1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997822508333170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSC4Fx-HI/AAAAAAAAAqE/olBGpj5tpFU/s320/n657828922_1740618_604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ben and Sharon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997824488671954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSC_d7itI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FgrK0I7WZ3M/s320/n657828922_1740605_6358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A load of photos are still with Wanyun, Liangkai and Edward. Let's wait patiently. Patience is a virtue. AND TAN XIN YI CUT HER HAIR!!! That's like the most ridiculous thing on earth. and i perm it and half regretted it.  I'm going to dye it tomo. Hopefully it'll turn out better. I'll try to churn out a pic and show you guys. Let me describe it in the mean time. It's not too short, but definitely shorter, about chest length. medium curl with my fringe pulled to the side and combine with the rest of the perm. haha. ok. use your imagination. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS MY LONG HAIR(or a wig, or hair extensions)!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2136751946446122029?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2136751946446122029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2136751946446122029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2136751946446122029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2136751946446122029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-this-weekend-is-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SUZSBsljPfI/AAAAAAAAAps/9sYJgxD_4FQ/s72-c/n705220753_1619583_1377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-3139579065159448273</id><published>2008-12-07T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:59:47.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm betrayed, stab-in-the-back and poisoned by my best friend-FOOD! And it's by the new burger king Bold meal. So much for being bold. Let me whine. I puke for more than 15times in the long silent night and mum's not home.  When she's finally home and brough me to the doc, Miss doc diagnose me with food poisoning in 3 mins time and spend 15mins chatting with my mum. I nearly died sitting in the middle of 2 woman, oblivious to a poor fainting girl. After they've finished the weather discussion, i waited for more than 10mins for my medicine and the nurse seems to move with such extreme slow motion that every motion can be captured with some HD TV. Finally after what it seems like a zillion years, i'm finally able to go home. Just then, i entered the lift and thought i could finally faint on my bed. But behold, this old lady in the same lift punched every alternate button in the lift.  She's probably deprived of her childhood or is mentally unsound. I nearly strangled her! Can you believe it? My house is so near yet so far. After another zillion years, i finally reached home-with more white hair and wrinkles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm done =D Feel so much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh gosh. I'm so so so worried about our DVPA project. Every group is only allowed one week to loan the equipments and i don't think i even know how to operate the tripod, let alone the camera. And we can't find our main actor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yes you. The one who's staring at this. Stop looking around. You. If you're a guy of chinese descent, between the age of 15-20, have a flair for acting, expressive, and able to cry at command, SUPERGIRL(our production name) NEEDS YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'what rewards are there for taking up this role?' You bet! There'll be 5 pretty girls at your dispense, be your chauffeur, your bodyguard during the span of our filming. If everything goes well, we MIGHT submit our film for some film award and YOU can stand a chance to be talent-spotted by some renown director and gain your entry into stardom! Last but not least, your reward is in heaven =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Also, a chauffeur is urgently needed too. B cos our group consist of 5 weak girls+1 of them is handicapped and we have like 1 tripod, 1 camera, 1 boom mike, 3 lighting lights to carry. And the locations that we're going is not that accesible. How can you bear to see 5 poor girls tumbling down mt faber, spoiling all the equipments and  increasing the no. of handicap stats in Singapore. Appealing to all kind kind soul who owns a car, have sufficient strength to carry some of our equipments, we need you! cmon! We know you are our SUPERHERO! Join us and be part of the exciting crew for a wondrous production! Again, your reward is in heaven =D We'll promise you lots and lots of nice massage after it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahha. I'm not kidding. I totally need People people people!!!! =DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contact Xin/sha/venessa/christel or rachel now!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-3139579065159448273?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3139579065159448273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=3139579065159448273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3139579065159448273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3139579065159448273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-426881052144814329</id><published>2008-12-04T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:26:47.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When was the last time you were contended? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;when was the last time you marvelled at the simplest things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When was the last time you sang a love song out loud? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I jus did. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was pure therapeutic taking a long bus ride and taking a long walk alone. The long walk reminds me of how i use to do that when our church were still in expo. Of how i would take a walk to MRT station way before the first bus and commune with God on the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I seldom post spiritual insights in this blog as non-christian read this blog too. But please pardon me. There's this overwhelming urge to pen down all the emotions i'm feeling now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes it just becomes a habit to take God for granted, to take him as some 'blessings vending machine' where we recites our prayer list, play our part and quickly get it over and done with. Maybe we should take some time off, slow things down and linger in his presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't pray for anyone, think of anything in particular but just allow whatever wants to come in to come in. I thought of where i am today and what i have. I certainly don't deserve all the grace and favor. Who am i? I'm just another ordinary girl with limited talents. I'm not that eloquent, not that charismatic, not that adequate. But still, He does not despise the little that i have and blesses me with far more blessings i deserve. As i look back on all the miracles that took place, i can't help but be amaze by how His ways are always higher then mine. Indeed, God uses the foolish things of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Dear Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thank you for loving me despite of my flaws and accepting me for who i am. Words alone can't express my gratitude and my adoration for You. I'll always remember how You cheered me on when my world crumbles, how You pick me up when i fall and how You encouraged me on the race of faith. Do You remember those sarcrifices, that simple act of obedience? Forget them not. Forget me not. I'm still here. At the same place i first met You. Help me remain faithful to the things that You've given stewardship to. The cry of my heart is to bring glory to Your name. Here i am. use me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Forever and forever yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hapiness is not measured by the wealth you acquire, but by the contentment of a merry heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-426881052144814329?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/426881052144814329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=426881052144814329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/426881052144814329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/426881052144814329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-was-last-time-you-were-contended.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-7224091770220906587</id><published>2008-12-01T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:55:14.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPz_taLIXgE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPz_taLIXgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This video totally made my day :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay! Jesus is my superhero!  &lt;br /&gt;Better than powerpuff girls, better than barbie doll, better than disney princess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus is my hero, my best friend!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7224091770220906587?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7224091770220906587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7224091770220906587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7224091770220906587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7224091770220906587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-6854903190600533715</id><published>2008-11-25T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:28:29.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had a most perculiar conversation with my mum the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER and DAUGHTER talks about a taboo issue-boyfriends. And guess what? It is the official green-light for DAUGHTER to have a boyfriend. Let's witness this memorable event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dinner table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Chirpy music fades in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mid-long shot of MOTHER and DAUGHTER eating and chatting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAUGHTER: My first cgl is getting married in 2 weeks time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MUM: oh! so is mei mei going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAUGHTER: she can go if she wants to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MUM: okok. So, how about you? Do you have anybody in mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Chirpy music fades off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dramatic music fades in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAUGHTER: me?! *choke on rice* hmmmm. Not really anyone as in anyone in mind. There's just this nice guy-Mr X Factor( let's just call him that) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAUGHTER( voice over) : shite! what did i just say?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*camera close up on DAUGHTER's expression*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dramatic music fades off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MUM: wow! *Stared in disbelief and break into a girlish giggle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAUGHTER: muummmmyy! don't give me that face! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MUM: So how old is he? Is he studying now? which school is he in? is he interested in you?... ( this bombarding of questions continues for 10mins) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAUGHTER: * bury head in shame*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fades out to black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-End of part 1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My mum continues in part 2 by bombarding my poor sis with questions, asking her to create opportuity for us and pyscho her to persuade me to bring him home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gosh! i merely blurted out some random name and my mum keeps harping on it. Frankly speaking, i don't even know Mr x factor well. We're mere aquantaince and i guess we didn't even have a proper face to face conversation before. Mann! My entire clan would know about this by this week. Trust me. My mum is the one of the most resourceful woman around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let's keep our fingers cross and wish for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-6854903190600533715?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6854903190600533715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=6854903190600533715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6854903190600533715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6854903190600533715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-most-perculiar-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-6519865336438991606</id><published>2008-11-24T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:16:27.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Blow*, *Ha chew*, *wipe*!&lt;br /&gt;No more dust and cobweb here! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've been extremly busy with Asia conference, school and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;Asia conference is totally mind-blowing!&lt;br /&gt;6 world class speaker, 5 power-packed days, 3 expo halls, 19,00 foreign delegates, 1 Asia.&lt;br /&gt;The presence of God was so strong in every service. Hearts were strengthened and miracles came true. =DDD And i'm so more than glad to reunite with my expo friends! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;However, i spolit a pair of shoe, rolled/tumbled/slipped down some &lt;s&gt;thorny&lt;/s&gt; grassy 'hill' while catching the last train and inherite a big patch of cuts on my leg. Poor leg got disfigured. =(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, it gave me excuses to pon-ten! hahah. I can't believe it! Holidays is ONLY 13 days away! OMG! and we are 6days away from december! December is my fav fav fav month of the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;December= christmas jingles everywhere+ sparkling festive deco+ my birthday+ Jesus's birthday+ many other random ppl's birthday+ year end sales+ presents+ boxing day+ christmas feast+ thanksgiving party+ new year countdown!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How can 30 days possibly contain all these excitement! And i'm so going to change my 'haha' to 'hoho' and sing birthday song and christmas jingles everyday in dec! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=DD   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-6519865336438991606?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6519865336438991606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=6519865336438991606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6519865336438991606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6519865336438991606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/blow-ha-chew-wipe-no-more-dust-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-1473604768288395154</id><published>2008-11-13T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:11:42.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Half of this post shall be dedicated to mel because today is her big day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To dearest Meli:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTDAY MELI!!! As i'm typing this post, i bet u're gorging yourself silly at some restaurant. ;) Hahhha. Be careful not to dirty your pretty maxi dress! Just want to say that you've been a wonderful friend to be with, someone whom i can share my joy and sorrow with. I know Miss Trudy said that we shouldn't use cliches in good writing, but i'm still so going to say a big corny &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'XIN LOVE YOU!!!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Muacks muacks muacks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here are some photos of our birthday 'plot'. We shitted mel and told her that we're going to throw eggs at her, put a bucket of curry powder on top of the door and give her a good bash. Mel got so scared that she wore her raincoat, just in case we tear down her birthday dress. And i prepare an umbrella for her. The entire class look so so so comical as we stroll down to fc6. Opps. and we forgot all about poor Christel in wheelchair.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268119237236960674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRweiNnpLaI/AAAAAAAAAew/_98bu9y76ms/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268119242602327810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRweihm2LwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BNLFkUzQIGA/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268119240373402498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRweiZTbe4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/7FF4FqxnPh4/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268119248055594962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwei17Ab9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/kNhvexS-CZc/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268119251128970690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwejBXwbcI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OUXR7XyapKo/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh yes. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG Happy birthday to Cystal(come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too!!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before my memory fails me, here's some peektures of our leaders outing on sat! We went to balestier for bah kut tei and swensens for ice cream supper! And it's a rare union! Everyone is present for the first time! =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268117849299901554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwdRbJqXHI/AAAAAAAAAd4/S2LhqvvzhGU/s320/n517892991_1111521_4616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yummy yummy bah kut tei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268118461820967490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwd1E-EGkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/-nNK5Z6tTjM/s320/n517892991_1111490_4946.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We hearts hot buffy guys ('V')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268117857259838834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwdR4zdXXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/r97DdpmNgFo/s320/n517892991_1111482_9980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268117852689821586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwdRnx4b5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/W8dgOQTGez8/s320/n517892991_1111479_8810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Flowers girl=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwd1BnDXSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Fq5VtolXa0M/s1600-h/n517892991_1111488_4164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268118460919143714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwd1BnDXSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Fq5VtolXa0M/s320/n517892991_1111488_4164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guess wallets rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268118459567074402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwd08ksbGI/AAAAAAAAAeY/sEEB2gaztOM/s320/n517892991_1111489_4556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Waiting for seats in Swensens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268117850788654114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRwdRgsm7CI/AAAAAAAAAeA/B2SSnHp-uOU/s320/n517892991_1111455_8908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Big reunion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can you believe it? We all managed to squeese into Alan's 7-seater car! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is a beautiful day and i'm in an unusually chirpy mood. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1473604768288395154?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1473604768288395154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1473604768288395154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1473604768288395154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1473604768288395154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-hello-half-of-this-post-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRweiNnpLaI/AAAAAAAAAew/_98bu9y76ms/s72-c/IMG_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-7744959401388070691</id><published>2008-11-06T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:55:12.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heyo! The pics from Ting's shopping blog are ready! But i'm not going to show you guys all of it cos i had a flu from the dust halfway and i look extremly horrible. haahah. Here are a few slightly better ones. Contact me if you're interested!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552431143038866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRMACbx5r5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3pdyX93MoR4/s320/IMG_4809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552426636090834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRMACK_XHdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bM9-BjiFIB4/s320/IMG_4848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552419462603090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRMABwREYVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HwOK2JX3lB0/s320/IMG_4902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552414853631618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRMABfGNDoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-1KWcFy4K00/s320/IMG_4933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552412159393122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRMABVD2PWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wmplHng-3WU/s320/IMG_4855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552023116791794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_qrw3P_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/2f4tRYmCMJs/s320/IMG_4844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552019124967826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_qc5I2ZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/e70tSX2z3DU/s320/IMG_4835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552009656436130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_p5nqhaI/AAAAAAAAAc4/4193TIo7_VI/s320/IMG_4832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551997940295442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_pN-UZxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KFOMicUQABA/s320/IMG_4829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551991075522706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_o0ZoSJI/AAAAAAAAAco/Sovm-FVUbX0/s320/IMG_4891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551570325791394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_QU_E4qI/AAAAAAAAAcg/bryp4Gwmp_M/s320/IMG_4899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551567851047650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_QLxDSuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Qmqj6SIpGuA/s320/IMG_4850.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551563552897538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_P7wSugI/AAAAAAAAAcA/s0NHkNzpDbM/s320/IMG_4837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551562596889410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_P4MXM0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/FAlSXWnu_7Q/s320/IMG_4866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265551567795740674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRL_QLj3YAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0DqIHzzborU/s320/IMG_4870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pls don't laugh k. They're not photoshop-ed. That explains the cellulite and freakles. I didn't even put on a wee bit of make up. Take it as a halloween &lt;s&gt;trick&lt;/s&gt; treat! hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I finally survived the school week. There's 2 individual projects due this week plus morning prayer meeting plus a bad flu plus 2 CCA meetings, all in a row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My IDEA teacher say i might be getting a 80 for my IDEA project even though it wasn't very impressive and i'm quite contended with my DVPA project. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm also very very honoured to be able to vice-chair FO's social gathering and be publication IC for CSCC day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thank God for His grace and mercy! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oh yesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday Gina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Advanced birthday Sean guo liang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Speedy recovery christelly dear! Bimbs miss u loads loads! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7744959401388070691?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7744959401388070691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7744959401388070691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7744959401388070691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7744959401388070691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyo-pics-from-tings-shopping-blog-are.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SRMACbx5r5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/3pdyX93MoR4/s72-c/IMG_4809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-5729099127288324828</id><published>2008-11-02T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:34:50.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! i haven't blog for so long! It's been a crazy crazy week. My life is bursting at it's seam with lots and lots of activities! Let me &lt;s&gt;bore&lt;/s&gt; excite you guys with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy-very-late deepavali to u guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan was to go for 81's birthday party but change my mind to watch high school musical 3 with my ushers. But most couldn't make it last min so i ended up going to Ting's house. I modelled for her to-be-sell-online clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Private camera woman+ striking ridiculous pose+ tons of clothes to mix&amp;amp;match= FUN!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall upload the pics after ting photoshop off the cellulite and freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went sakae-ing wit BFF after school! It's been so long since i last meet all them up. Ting brough along 2 of her friends. As usual, it's always feel so good to chat with them over a sumptoous meal.&lt;br /&gt;Quality fellowship i must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very kind lecturer cancelled the lessons. But still, 04 went photo-storyboarding. We starred in each other's film. I'm kelvin's crush in Dennis's film, Anna's friend in Sean's film, female ghost in Christel's film and spolit brat in Mel's film. Split personality! hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met up with Sharon after school! we went crystal jade-ing and frolick-ing! Sharon rock my life! It's another quality fellowship time! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;04 went to Don't forget your lyrics recording at mediacorp! It's a hell lot of fun grooving and dancing to the music! The bimbs were sitting at the back but in the end we were so groovy that some hot-dude transfer us down to the premium seats. I think we're on national tv! hahahah. The hot dude is very very very cute( emphasis on very). omg! He's got the perfect asian eyes, sharp features, nice macho built and this sexy goatee. Hahahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's service and pledging day and i serve communion. =) Yesh. I pledge IT down. :D I went KTV after service with usual gang! It's so so so so fun!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064847914926498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQ23FsaXAaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ug9tJhbPQdI/s320/n663041840_1454001_6553.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Poor Zech dragged into a bunch of act-cutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064848889295970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQ23FwCqtGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Jy7ep1Vjs04/s320/hahahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fainted when liang kai and rui xiang tried the Elva xiao rexona pose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066865812647618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQ247JqqrsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/iS72c7Vd-JQ/s320/n663041840_1454005_7696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066866322975810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQ247LkVrEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/UXDMGwUMjCI/s320/n663041840_1454008_8589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066861568834098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQ246523OjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qs1ybJQfWL4/s320/n663041840_1454000_6264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesh. we sing till dawn! I ended the week with a bam! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to another adventurous week. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More photos to be uploaded. =) &lt;/p&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5729099127288324828?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5729099127288324828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5729099127288324828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5729099127288324828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5729099127288324828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-i-havent-blog-for-so-long-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQ23FsaXAaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ug9tJhbPQdI/s72-c/n663041840_1454001_6553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-8422602287867389093</id><published>2008-10-23T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:38:25.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The beatitudes of Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blessed are the friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;with a joyful spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for their joy shall be multiplied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blessed are the friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who offer good advice and counsel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for their wisdom shall be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blessed are the friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who truly listened and understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for theirs is a rare and special gift from heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blessed are the friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who provide solace and comfort,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for their kindness shall never be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blessed are the friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who remain loyal and true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for they shall be called most worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blessed are the friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;who help us in need for they are friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not just in word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but in deed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Big thank-you to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dearest w387 and w481 for providing spiritual support and the generosity for sharing your food and things among those who have needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354732189076130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCIwiSsyqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8jMGXrl8sT8/s320/10062008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rainbow club for always making me feel young whenever i hang out with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349873270488338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCEVtaO_RI/AAAAAAAAAaY/r2JjPVBnpdY/s320/DSC01932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Usher leaders for always believing in me and all the endless joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349881756734034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCEWNBg0lI/AAAAAAAAAag/52kJrtrpDz0/s320/usher!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BFFs for the faithful companionship, time and love! Our friendship is half a decade and going strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260349885903110754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCEWceFgmI/AAAAAAAAAao/C1h_SBWZyMs/s320/1_989818270l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cancri for bringing extra colours and vibrant to my poly life. Cancri Cancri rocks rocks rocks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354742099381458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCIxHNgDNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/o1tJYJHbjj0/s320/P1020207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CSCC chicks for crazy moments in camp and club. You guys are the best camp songs singer and dancer. btw, MY NAME IS JOE!!! hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347138354587554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCB2hDeJ6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/FBizWxITUP4/s320/cscc+love!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DMC04!!!!!!!!!!!! You guys made lectures and tutorial so fun! iie lurb euu guys lotsa lotsa!! muackkz muacckx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347130545672098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCB2D9rj6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/NDDIhgxPGjA/s320/DSC00911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BIMBS BIMBS!! Thanks all for sharing weal and woe with me. Those fond moments of laughing hysterically or crying over a stupid advertisement never fails to bring a smile. XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260347135411018962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCB2WFq3NI/AAAAAAAAAaI/MQvZErsh6fk/s320/bimbs!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Those not featured here, fret not! I still love you guys! I just don't have peektures of you guys. hahah. =DD Bottomline is, Take photo with me! hahahah. =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8422602287867389093?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8422602287867389093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8422602287867389093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8422602287867389093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8422602287867389093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/10/beatitudes-of-friendship-blessed-are.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SQCIwiSsyqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/8jMGXrl8sT8/s72-c/10062008(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-4320556215969706791</id><published>2008-10-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:21:32.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xinyi Heart lectures &amp;amp; tutorials!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Omg. i can't believe i actually love lessons. But i tell you. This sem's module are really really interesting! There's this video application thingy where we get to learn how to use professional cameras( those use in filming) and write our own  short film script! I was churning out ideas and getting inspiration from every trivial things or person that i get into contact with. I want to make a close to home kinda film based on controversial issues and one that challenge values, film that provoke people to think and act. Something like Jack neo's movie or wall e would be perfect. I never knew writing a script or producing a short film(let alone a movie!) would be so time-consuming and tough. Salute to all directors and script writer!=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love news writing too! Miss Trudy is a very experienced lecturer and it's extremly interesting getting into the backstage of news printing. She is so pro that she could recognise all the different fonts used. And every single details in the newspaper is there for a purpose. I wonder if you guys notice the colour bar at the bottom of some pages? Newspaper are printed with only 4colours and those bars are an indication for the print workers that all the colours have been printed on. so cool rite!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Even my worst nightmare of using Zebrush in IDEAS is assured. Miss Lee promised us that she would allow us to use play-doh as subsitute if we couldnt master Zebrush. hahahah. I'm starting to enjoy school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Econs weren't that much of a positive module but i believe listening attentively in class and doing tutorials would help quite a bit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FC6 is revamped. It looks so much brighter and spacious now. Every pillar is of a different bright colour. But i would very much prefer the old dimmer fc6. The new Fc6 looks too cheerful for its good. You know how some extremly cheerful people who skip around with a bounce always piss you off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mum's considering shifting house. If all goes well, i'll be able to design my room all over again!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EDGE's tomo!!! Va-Va-Vroom!!  I'm off for another eventful weekend! My date with Daddy God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4320556215969706791?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4320556215969706791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4320556215969706791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4320556215969706791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4320556215969706791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/10/xinyi-heart-lectures-tutorials-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5420760775168600847</id><published>2008-10-14T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:11:36.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;HI ALL!! I offer my sincerest apology for not updating so often. Life is more than sitting in front of my lappie and punching my life story into this blog. I've been so busy and sick this past week. But, i've got so much to share! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First thing first, let me tell you guys about ICE camp! It's the slackest camp i've ever been to in SP. There's no rolling around in mud, no sicko-mouth-to-mouth-passing-jellybean-games, no need to attend disco night and we can even sneak out for supper at night! The people there were such great sport and fun but still, i miss CSCC camps. Nonetheless, i truly enjoyed myself and expanded my social circle. Grp 7 rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256996391925344738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SPSaXZ44aeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ImR0WN9AkS4/s320/ice+camp!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A big thank you to people who made this camp possible, Christel for all the laughter( and snorting), Janel for all the dumb blond moment, Cystal for sharing and listening to me during the ghost movie, Xiu yun, Aaron and johnson for making CSCC the best club there, Grp7 for the fondest memories, my night walk partner for protecting and ensuring that i don't fall off the stairs during night walk, apologies to chris for starting the lee hsien loong name-calling thingy and all the eyecandies for brightening up my days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Secondly, PR's first and only event(Movie marathon) is a blast! The organising commitee truly enjoyed the fruits of our sucess after a long ardous journey of planning and meetings. We had so much fun behind the scene shopping for tidbits, making sandwiches and decorating the room! However, we sort of fumbled up a little during our marathon when some seniors complaint that the beehoon has turned sour and the second movie bore them to death. But we manage to save the day by screening 2 other interesting movie and stuffed their mouth with lots and lots of tidbits. Great job PR! Oh yesh, a few of us stayed back to cleared up the mess and we all fall asleep half way! It was so so so fun. Everyone was resting on the beanbag gossiping about hot guys and gals in campus when everyone just fall in a deep sleep. Like what happen in sleeping beauty's castle where everyone fall into a deep deep sleep. hahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thirdly, 04 is back to school! Back to seeing my dear bunch of darlings wreak havoc at fc6! 04 is so democratic! We had a ballot on our project group mates to ensure that everyone bond and work with everyone. My groupmates are Sha, Luiting, Venessa and Sean. I'll stick to you guys for this entire sem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We work with filming cameras for the first time today! The effects are so cool. It could make you dissapear like a ghost or make your action slow-mo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And i adore the advertising module. Miss Pei say i've got talent in that. hahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got into Psychology&amp;amp;counselling for GEMS. The lecturer is very motherly and wierd in a funny manner. Not too bad. i'm in the same gems class as willie and kienan! surprise surprise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And i fall sick on the first day of school! I look extremly horrible with red running nose, half close eyes and bits of tissue paper all over my face. Oh ya. I've been reading this book 'I kissed dating goodbye'.( Don't laugh Mel!) I was so convicted by some of the stuff inside that i'm seriously considering not dating till i'm ready for marriage. Mel told me to read it when i'm 37. hahah. Let's see how long will my convictions last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=DD Till then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5420760775168600847?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5420760775168600847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5420760775168600847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5420760775168600847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5420760775168600847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-all-i-offer-my-sincerest-apology-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SPSaXZ44aeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ImR0WN9AkS4/s72-c/ice+camp!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-8821376451204499237</id><published>2008-10-02T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:01:43.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the modules i'll be taking next sem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Web publishing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no javascript please!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fundamentals of economics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Issues and viewpoints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Introduction to public relations and advertising &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Digital video production and application   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Journalism 1: News writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Innovation, design and enterprise in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems rather awesome yet intimidating. No more&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; hunk-ogling&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gossiping&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;/strong&gt; fc6! Xinyi shall concentrate on her studies and pull up her devastating GPA.  *Fingers crossed!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesh. There's this GEMS thingy, some extra 'enrichment' stuff to take. Almost everything seems so fun! But i'm so interested in either &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;french language and culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pyschology and counsellin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;French is the language of romanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i always thought that people who learn pyschology have some kind of psychic power. So uber cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it! i'm going to another camp next week. Its's the&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ICE camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I bet it's gonna be so fun interacting with people from other clubs. Going to camp is the best way to save $$. You get food, accomodation, shirt, fun and friends for just $10! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm scared that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;manicured&amp;amp;pedicured nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( it's a pretty&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; glitter!!!) would be ruin and my &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glitter hair extension &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;would fall out( even though it's a barely visible 5 strands). I spend quite a bit on 'temple repair' and i wouldn't let my happiness be short-lived! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life's getting busier and busier and i haven't got time to breathe cos' everything is going so fast and holidays is coming to an end soon with so much un-accomplished task and sometimes i feel like a loser doing so many things at a go pretending to be incredible superwoman yet flopping all of them and crumbling like a cookie . &lt;strong&gt;I need Proper time management!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8821376451204499237?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8821376451204499237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8821376451204499237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8821376451204499237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8821376451204499237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-modules-ill-be-taking-next-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-4380240999089848291</id><published>2008-09-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:47:51.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm deprived of chocolate and cheese and ice cream-all thanks to those evil chinese merchants! Who can we trust these days? Even our dearest Rabbit milk candy who grew up with us turns out to be poisonous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Trust is something so fragile and brittle. As the saying goes, it takes a long time to build up trust but a minute to destroy it. Its high time that the chinese government incoporate social and ethnic responsiblility into ther businesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's such a random topic to talk about but i can't think of any other stuff to talk about. Btw, i'm still alive. Even though i might not be blogging that often, but i'll still be hopping and loitering around. Next week is going to be a busy week! The to-do list seems endless and suffocating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday- Meet up with Lynn's cg for some party planning, Usher leader prayer meeting in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monday- Pre-movie marathon movie screening at Jeremy's house. It's going to be an overnight and turmoil night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday- Rest! i need to sleep after screening movie for 6hours straight right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wednesday- Manicure and shopping with Sharon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thursday- Annoy and call people again! Work duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday- Sushi tei-ing+ movie/pool/k box with Power Puff Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday- Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday- Cg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the cycle continues on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some pics for our sourcing-for-door-gift-day. Many thanks to Welfare people who offered their invaluable help to PR. =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250727261085547298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SN5Un9l2uyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1SlYEJjRySs/s320/SL371856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250727261220951058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SN5Un-GI1BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/bijp_J8o-ks/s320/SL371859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4380240999089848291?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4380240999089848291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4380240999089848291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4380240999089848291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4380240999089848291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-deprived-of-chocolate-and-cheese-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SN5Un9l2uyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/1SlYEJjRySs/s72-c/SL371856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-613440917259524800</id><published>2008-09-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:56:01.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I survived LTC!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mann, i can't wait to tell you guys about CSCC's leadership training camp! It's super duper fun and is one of the toughest camp i've been to. I shall blog about some of the interesting activities that we did.&lt;/span&gt; I'm in group Powerpuff! and my group consist of Kat, Daphne, Edward and Darrick. it's gonna be a long post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died during the amazing race. It's crazy. we sprint/ran/jog/walk/crawl from dover to clementi to toh guan road to jurong east to bukit batok back to jurong east, clementi and dover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all these running, we had to complete task like helping some random elderly to carry their heavy grocery home, walk up and down some flats and going from door to door to fill a bag with recycle-able products. On top of that, we also need to do push up, sit up, crunches along the journey. Imagine a group of smelly stinking hyper-active kids doing push up in the middle of a shopping centre! But nevertheless, my most wondrous group mbrs kept me going with talks of having sashimi for dinner and plans of our group outing after camp. We finally finish our race and exceeded the time limit by 45mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Fire drill scare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were deep asleep in lala land, some GP(game personnal) came into our bunk and shout 'wake up! fire! run!' While everyone was in such an extreme shock and daze, Janel slept like a dead log. we almost threw her down after shaking her and screaming in her ears to no avail. After a good 8mins, everyone was finally downstair. Of course we kana pump as some people was missing. And dear Christel fall asleep in pumping position! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blind man's trail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Blind man trail! It's so sick and dirty! Everyone was blind-folded and was lead to this field where we were tortured. We roll in this sheet full of left-over food( i felt a chicken bone!) and some stinky liquid. After that, some Gps made a special 'facial foam' for me using flour, water and some unknown stuff and rub in on my face. Thank God there's no egg this time round. Some suai people even got to stick their hands in the toiliet bowl and fish for 2 5cents coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confidence walk/night walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I walked through the night walk alone without crying!! i'm so proud of it! We were supposed to watch some ghost and horror movie before going on the night walk. But Janel, Christel, Gina and me end up praying and singing christian songs instead. In the end, Joshua, Edward, Kat and Meng Xi joined in our prayer even when they weren't christian. God is really good. Everyone felt this sense of peace and courage immediately after the prayer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to walk past the known-to-be-haunted red bridge and into this female toliet. Then we walk into the toliet alone with the lights off and into one of the cubicle to perform a task. The first 3 cubicles were locked and there's a 'head' on top of the second cubicle but i didn't notice it. I entered the last open cubicle and suddenly theres a loud shriek and banging at the cubicle beside. I screamed and flush the toiliet( which is the task) before dashing out. After that, I walk into the staff room( without lights again) and some ambushed 'ghost' jump out and scare me again. After that, we walk out of business block into the MM workshop area. I remembered Sher's ghost story about the banana tree there and i ran with all my might, ignoring the 'ghost' in white uniform and some other random ghost. After running for what seems like a million years, i finally reached enginering block. Then, i took this pitch dark lift up to level4 which stop at the second and third storey too. Some 'ghost' screamed whenever the lift door open which got quite irritating instead of scary. I finally reached my bunk in a piece. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outdoor Cooking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go through a few station games to earn our dinner that night. There's this particular game in which we had to stand on the edge of this stage and free-fall down and trust our team mates to catch us. I was so scared initially. I had height phobia but for dinner's sake, i manage to overcome that fear. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also this game where we had to move like a caterpillar, with your leg on the leg of the person in front and move with our hands only. And i had a big tear on my palm. it's extremly painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After redemming all our food, we had our outdoor cooking and darrick cut his arm with the tin can accidentally. It was such a deep cut that he needed 4 stiches at the hospital. We suddenly realised the importance of him is when he's not around. Thank God he's alright now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time singing and dancing camp songs but the ultimate is still shim night! Edward&lt;br /&gt;wore a black lacy bra and sean show off his sexy legs in a mini skirt! Sean look so so so pretty!!! it was a sizzling sexy night and crayon even taught us the art of seduction! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post camp lunch!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Holland V subway and we conquer the entire mini subway restaurant! Look at This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249213790645988866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SNj0IY2JLgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6hmvcPbRUjE/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249213825693124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SNj0KbaCBsI/AAAAAAAAAZg/u0H4nUoJJwY/s320/cscc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                             Janel oh janel! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okok. I'm finally done. Before i end, i just want to thank our dearest camp commitee for making this camp so sucessful and fun! I also wanna thank Powerpuff for all the motivation, laughter and friendship. i also wanna thank the entire LTC CSCC peeps for all the joy and love! love you guys!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LTC! SHOUT LIKE THUNDER, MOVE LIKE LIGHTNING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-613440917259524800?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/613440917259524800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=613440917259524800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/613440917259524800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/613440917259524800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-survived-ltc-mann-i-cant-wait-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SNj0IY2JLgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6hmvcPbRUjE/s72-c/DSC00160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-868230891890543393</id><published>2008-09-16T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:51:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been typing and hitting the 'backspace' button for more than a dozen times. I don't have pictures to show, constructive story to tell or intersting event to recall. Gosh! My life is a big fat bore. bleahx. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan Boon Hock( that's me) is going to eat my life away. i'm going to stuff myself with lotsa sushi and pizza. Then i'll grow into a 200-pound ugly, go for plastic surgery at some reknown clinic in Korea, turned into a anorexic pole who end up throwing up all the sushi and pizza. Suddenly, i would be talent-spotted to be some top skinny model. I'll parade on the runway in Paris in the most outrageous neon colour branded swimsuit, fall in love with one of the ah-gua designer and live happily ever after. After that, i would stay at home to cook, clean and wash, transforming into a yellow-face anorexic pole. Maybe i'll have a dozen of kids and my weight would re-bounce back to 200-pound. Then i'll continue to binge on sushi and pizza, and become fatter and fatter untill *POOF*, i burst like a balloon.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. I need to unleash my pent-up creativity. I'm seriously BORED! Can anyone give me any interesting yet meaningful things to do? i'm tired of calling up random people, pestering them, listening to all those wierd uncle's rants and hear the phone slamming down right in my ear. But then again. building fund is coming. I need these extra cash. Oh, Life's great dilemma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Sometimes i just wish that i can be invisible for a while. Just float around and stare at people without having to smile and appear friendly and gracious. How nice it would be to  intrude into people's privacy and see what your friends are doing now. Like a casper friendly ghost.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for reading all this crap. I know you guys are one of the most patient-oozing people around. But be careful, i might be spying on you, standing behind you. hahahah! =) it's one of my cranky mood again. But don't worry, i'll be going to Denissy's house tomo for our class harry potter marathon. It's a party! yesh. and i'll be away for CSCC leadership training camp from fri-monday! so looking forward to it!!! =D Life's simple joy is to be simple.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-868230891890543393?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/868230891890543393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=868230891890543393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/868230891890543393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/868230891890543393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-typing-and-hitting-backspace.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-4428593426260338806</id><published>2008-09-08T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:29:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lord, since the day I saw You first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My soul was satisfied;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And yet, because i see in part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm searching, more to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;While everyone was engrossed in a time of worship, a soft incomprehensional noise disrupt the harmonious melody. It was a faint screaking voice coming from the corner of the room. Unable to contain her curiosity, Sun went to check it out. Lo and behold, she saw this mute and deaf woman trying to 'sing' along with the music. Even though she could never hear the melody or sing in tune, all she ever want is to worship God with all her remaining strength. 'Erh.. ah.. ah..' she babbled on, ignoring the disdain look on her neighbour's face. In people's eyes, they may mock at the woman and her worship, but i could imagine how daddy God in heaven would beamed at her and enjoy the most genuine and beautiful worship ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was reminded of this story Bee once told us. The most beautiful worship comes from the purest heart. A heart that is unquenchable, undivided, unpredictable, unstoppable, undignified and undone. I was reading this book 'unquenchable worshipper-coming back to the heart of worship' for the third time. But yet, everytime i read it, i would have a new revelation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've been Martha for so long, busy serving yet never realise that i've neglected him. I've forgotten that the core pupose for serving Him is out of love for Him and His people. Of course it's an honour and privileage to be able to serve. But sacrifices have to be made like going for extra sevice to mantain that intimate relationship with Him. It's time to be Mary, kneeling at the feet of God, enjoying His presence and love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh yes. before i go, here's some pics from our usher outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243917538748676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SMYjN9COO0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Sbs3QircgYg/s320/CIMG2685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243917542820605650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SMYjOMNC7tI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NX07CXpCgKw/s320/ushers!!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more pics at our site at &lt;a href="http://umg12.multiply.com/"&gt;http://umg12.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt; =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya. another pic of 4e8 taken during teachers day. =DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919910377613858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SMYlYACn6iI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/V8R-Fj2EdtU/s320/4e8!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4428593426260338806?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4428593426260338806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4428593426260338806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4428593426260338806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4428593426260338806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/lord-since-day-i-saw-you-first-my-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SMYjN9COO0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Sbs3QircgYg/s72-c/CIMG2685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-8455118417048961073</id><published>2008-09-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:16:30.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OWNER WANTED!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242405583910332978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SMDEGmV_6jI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rVP9RGWsBSE/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attention all testeosterone-fulled beings! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sick and tired of spending Valentines' day alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wish you had a companion for a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Want a pair of comforting arms to cry on in your most despairing time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bide farewell to these unbearable moments with our newest invention- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The XinYi Doll!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XinYi doll is the latest innovation created by world's top designer, Mr Jehova God. Mr Jehova is known for his skilled workmanship and He places strong emphasis on quality material. When interviewed, Mr Jehova said 'I spend a long time researching and creating different parts of it. It's one of the most time-consuming creation. But, nevertheless, I'm extremly proud of this creation.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr Jehova's creation can be found globally, and it ranges from tiny creeping ants to enormously huge elephants.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Characteristic of XinYi doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Portable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Has waist-long black curls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Weights a mere xxkg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Length of 163cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Waterproof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Sunproof.( rather immune to sun's ray)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Great source of Vitamin C *sunshine!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Of a Chinese descent with a hint of malay heritage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Proficient in English, Mandrain and undertands dialect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Runs on calcium, proteins, carbo, fats and sodium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Run best with Japenese cuisine.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Thrive in optimum temperature of 25 degrees. Running nose denotes extreme temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Best clad in frilly frocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Able to sing and dance. Well-verse in nursery rythmes and fruit dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Excellent form of entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Perform best with encouragement and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Cooks barely edible food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Sewing is almost impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- But, has a genuine heart.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Characteristics of Owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Man between the age of 18-22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Mr Jehova is first in his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- From XinYi's church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- A Cgc, Cgl or ministry leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Able to lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Higher spiritual level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Strong discernment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Tall. ( preferably 180cm and above) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Fun-loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Has excellent moral values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Values humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Pleasant-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Sharp dressing sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Indulges in comfort food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Servanthood attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Gentlemanliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Takes initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Optimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Sincere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Has a dream/goal in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Disclaimer: 1) Please pardon my poor photoshop skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                     2) Please try not to puke even if you feel like. I will not compensate for any damage done to your coms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                     3)I'm not in urgent need of having a companion but it won't do any harm advertising myself a little.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                     4) Life's short, have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=)))) weeeeeeee!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8455118417048961073?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8455118417048961073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8455118417048961073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8455118417048961073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8455118417048961073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/owner-wanted-attention-all.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SMDEGmV_6jI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rVP9RGWsBSE/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-347884530901323582</id><published>2008-09-01T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:33:29.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick update, our cg multiplied! Here's our most awesome and tearjerker multiplication video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-drQlKE-1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-drQlKE-1A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to the plans that God have installed for me in this new(not exactly that new) cg. It's the beginning of a new chapter, a new season. God always have something up his selves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In W154( my first Cg),it's one of the most gruelling time getting discipled and incorporating basic values. I remember the times where i would be so scared of Elyn, especially the discipleship lesson on punctuality. She'll make us stand up and sit down as she count to 10. Whoever is the last to stand up would get into trouble. The purpose of it is to make us stand up even before she start counting, to get out of the house way before church start. Oh. those memorable times. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my second cg W386, i learnt the importance of fellowship. As i'm the youngest then, i was always pampered.( sometimes excluded when they go clubing or drinking) I love the times where April, Jon, Giselle, Edward, Yu ping, Jun xiong and i would just enjoy each other's company and chill at airport after service. The times where we would haunt for new makan places and eat all day long. =D        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my third and current cg W387, it's one of the gruelling moment of rising up and standing in the gap. It really shocked me when i found out that i'm one of the oldest. There goes all the comfort and pamper. For once, i almost wanted to request for change of cg. But thankfully, i sort out my thinking and decide to stay. =) It's in this cg that i've grown the most. Thanks bee and wendy for being such wondrous leaders. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-347884530901323582?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/347884530901323582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=347884530901323582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/347884530901323582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/347884530901323582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-update-our-cg-multiplied-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-812773405025905160</id><published>2008-08-28T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:05:25.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if you wake up one day and found out that the guy you're madly in love with is a Vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'And then, as the room went black, i was suddenly hyper-aware that Edward was sitting less than an inch from me. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than i already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, my hands balling into fists. I was losing my mind.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me introduce this super duper dope book! &lt;em&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/em&gt;!!! This book is SO awesome! It's a high school romance flick with a twist. Protecting the girl he love V.S Satisfying his blood-thirsty desire. Feel his struggle and pains. This book keeps you on the edge of your chair and makes you fall head over heels in love with Edward the vampire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Deeply seductive and irresistibly compelling, Twilight is an extraordinary love story that will stay with you long after you have turned the final page.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some brief update of my life. I've been productive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) i work for some teachers' day seminar in expo on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) i bake cupcakes! Though it failed rather miserably. it's my first attempt at baking.( other than home econ lessons in which i've graduate from 3 years ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239583119484326146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLa9Fi__EQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ugdr2WhRAiY/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) i cook spagh for cg! Although it's half cooked. This is a bowl of digusting  leftover spagh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239583115562277090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLa9FUY5WOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JONQbZGFg2g/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) i have a telemarketing job. today's my second day of work. i'm getting the hang of it! some steady income for the hols! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) i manage to organise the skeleton for usher outing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=DDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-812773405025905160?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/812773405025905160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=812773405025905160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/812773405025905160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/812773405025905160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-if-you-wake-up-one-day-and-found.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLa9Fi__EQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ugdr2WhRAiY/s72-c/DSC00154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-97088024315183459</id><published>2008-08-25T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:31:40.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laughter is the best medicine. Let missy Tan give a dose of 'medicine' for some wretched soul that chanced upon this blog. It's the favourite sexist joke of all time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q: What is the closest thing similar to a woman's period? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Your salary, it comes once a month lasts about 5-7 days and if it doesn't come means you are in big trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q: What three things are common between the sun and woman's underwear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Both are hot, both look better while going down and both disappear at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q: Why do men ask for a woman's hand in marriage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Because they are tired of using their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Q: What's common between men and video? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Both go backward... forward... backward... forward... backward.... forward... stop and eject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q: What goes in dry, comes out wet, and gives warm satisfaction? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: A teabag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q:7 qualities to be a perfect wife: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:Beautiful,ResponsibleEnergeticAdorableSweet Truthful andSelf-Organized.In short, she must have good B.R.E.A.S.T.S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q: What is the similarity between men and rats? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Both keep searching for new HOLES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q: What's the difference between biology and sociology? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: When the baby looks like his dad, then it is biology. When the baby looks like the neighbour, then it is sociology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q:Doctor: You look so weak &amp;amp; exhausted. Are you having 3 meals a day as I have advised? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:Lady: Doctor, I thought you had said 3 males a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q: Girl friend &amp;amp; boy friend go for a movie. In the dark, a mosquito enters the girl's skirt. Guess where it would have bitten? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: The boy's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Q:Tarzan and the animals went to the river to take a bath. Tarzan removed his clothes. All the animals laughed. Tarzan asked 'Why'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: The animals told him...........'Your tail is in the front'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good morning/afternoon/night(whatever is applicable) class. Today, we are going to discuss about God's most wonderful creation-woman. And as how you guys have learn in history and social studies, we need to cross-reference to other people's view to obtain a non-biased point of view. We have a few sources today. let us take a look at them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is a Chemist's view of woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238432946682845282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 474px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 483px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="347" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLKnAra72GI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NFu-uYEwTao/s320/blah.bmp" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some Geographist's(if there's ever such a word) view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238434094282611922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLKoDekCnNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/gGyKx5AB9Cc/s320/blah5.bmp" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another technician's view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238434090515399890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLKoDQh3hNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bryAYCe5vwE/s320/blah4.bmp" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;View of some businessman who's well-verse in graph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238434086363878466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLKoDBEEVEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BziBBwDqwfE/s320/blah3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally, a mathematician's view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238434084156173506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 462px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="393" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLKoC41tbMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Zae_vctZDAs/s320/blah2.bmp" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we have come to the end of class, your homework is to analyse each view and give a detailed 1000 words essay on woman. hahhahaahahah!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Disclaimer: Missy Tan or Teacher Tan is not responsible for any provoked reaction regardless of a positive one or negative one. Any view of yours is strictly based on your perception and your tolerance of humour.  =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-97088024315183459?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/97088024315183459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=97088024315183459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/97088024315183459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/97088024315183459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-1-laughter-is-best-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SLKnAra72GI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NFu-uYEwTao/s72-c/blah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-1402591285132071740</id><published>2008-08-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:17:45.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WEE!!! Exams are finally over. The long-awaited holidays are finally here! *summersault thrice in the air, back leap, front leap and 10 jumping stunts!* =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Exams really drive people mad. Christel is insane beyond insane. While we were busy cramming factors into our tiny puny brain, Christel photoshop-ed our face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i turned into a pouty Cinderella overnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237190784968306834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SK49RWb8MJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fYbDch6_QG4/s320/cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mel evolved into a stick of Chanel lipstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237190791039188290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SK49RtDWfUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/yKNGF5DtHjo/s320/mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sher is some new bred of purple dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237190780753652210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SK49RGvFqfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WIbeAPfTeQM/s320/sher.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Christel is the scareliest!! She's the fish in her all time fav fish behoon!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237190782140429730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SK49RL5uNaI/AAAAAAAAAXY/69hajOd03jQ/s320/christel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahaah!!!! This is how cute my Christelly baby is. I'm so sorry if the above images scare the hell out of you. Christel's photoshop skills sucks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll spare you guys from the otherwise revolting image. Here's a normal and decent pic of us helping out during 'She's got it'. (Some campaign to discourage woman from smoking) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237193890708045650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SK5AGIN_v1I/AAAAAAAAAXw/v24M4YYj7bg/s320/bimbs!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll miss the bimbs so much! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sentimentals aside, let's set some goals for this holiday. I can't possibly let an entire month fly by without being productive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) Thou shall replenish my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2) Thou shall indulge in carnal desire.( feasting&amp;amp;shopping!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3) Thou shall watch every possible disney cartoon that i can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4) Thou shall go gyming with Ting and shed those FATS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5) Thou shall learn something new. ( another french word/vulgarity, another song, another guitar chord)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6) Thou shall meet up with friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7) Thou shall read and finish a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8) Thou shall bake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9) Thou shall organise some form of usher outing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10) Thou shall matchmake. (Pastor and prime minister have been encouraging us to get attached.) *Hereby raising my antenna and is actively looking out for eligible partner for me and my eligible friends.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My goal list seems rather fufilling. I guess i'll be productive this month! (Christel! How PRODUCTIVE are you? hahaha! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;last thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Christian Glitter Graphics from dolliecrave.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/christianglitters/11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-1402591285132071740?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1402591285132071740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=1402591285132071740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1402591285132071740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/1402591285132071740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/wee-exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SK49RWb8MJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fYbDch6_QG4/s72-c/cinderella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-3564535555897046904</id><published>2008-08-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T06:32:36.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy's sitting on the edge of the seat,  eyes glued to the silver screen and rubbing her hands anxiously. Dad's throwing dismayed sarcasm into the air, trying to agitate mummy with his not-so-flattering-comments. Sis is eating her fried chicken wing, oblivious to the surrounding. This cool-grown up daughter is on her lap top, pretending to be too cool for olympic. So typical! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really proud of Singapore to have come this far. Singapore Jiayou! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i'm on S-T-U-D-Y break. but apparently, i haven't been exactly productive in mugging and there's marketing exam tomorrow! gosh. i just hope i can remember all that lau kok kok taught and crap my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm way too distracted to concentrate! Holidays are coming Soon &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a break from climbing up breverly hill, a rest from wan ton mee, a breather from FC6. &lt;br /&gt;of course i'll miss school, eye candies and emo fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i told you about&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; emo fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Emo fish is my best or rather only fish friend. He(i'm certain it's a male fish) stay in the pond along the walkway. He's a very sweet fish. every morning he'll swim alongside as i walk to business block. Emo fish dosen't seem to have any friends. He's the biggest fish there so i guess he got no friends as old as him. it's very sad not to have a friend in the big pond. well, maybe he enjoy solitude. But i'll make it a point to wave my hands into the water or shout my hellos eveytime i pass by. oh yes. emo fish remind me of cow cat. She was the business block cat but she went missing for quite some time. there's rumours of her being put to sleep or given away. how sad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss cow cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-3564535555897046904?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3564535555897046904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=3564535555897046904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3564535555897046904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3564535555897046904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/mummys-sitting-on-edge-of-seat-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8488467480129662015</id><published>2008-08-07T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:06:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like i haven't introduce my classmates formally. Here are our group photos taken just before the sem end. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231766581114819826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SJr3_Icb1PI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KCYUMJWMCrA/s320/DSC00911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken on our formal presentation day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231766580271126674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SJr3_FTSGJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rT4zcd8dqXw/s320/DSC00912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken after our last ICP tutorial, with our beloved Miss Rohannah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the last row from the left is Shawn. He is a bass guitar and choc fanatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl beside is Anabelle. she has a really cool naval piercing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small built guy behind the orange-shirt dude is Sean. He's our pimp and one of my best guy friend in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy slightly behind Sean is Dennis. He talks about lucid dreams alot and has a rather in-dept studies of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy beside Dennis with the fan is Nigel. He's the wierdest and most interesting character in class. oh ya. His hobby is cos-playing as zhu-ge liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the second row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short-hair girl in green is Vanessa. she's really quiet but she have a whole lot of nice topshop mini skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in black beside is Bei ling. She's a hip-hop dancer and we call her 'bei bei wo de bao bei' in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in orange is Kelvin Jia Fu. He's the nicest guy in class, sometimes offering to help carry our laptops. He also share his christian contemporary music with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl beside with the Pink hairband is Shermaine. She's a very smart bimbo and one of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady in black head dress beside is Miss Rohannah. Her tutorials are really fun and she's very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in black and white is Az. She make vulgarities sound classy. A very difficult skill to master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl with the cap is Christel. she's one of my bestie who has a very 'distinctive' laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The malay girl in black is Sha. she is a hard-core korean fan and share my love for Joo Ji Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we come to the first row. the petite girl in black vest is Laura. She's got character. i like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in black dress who looks a bit insane is my dearest bestie Mel. She's my lovey lovey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i'm the one with the pink shawl. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lui ting is not in this pic. she's the one is pink top beside me in the first pic.&lt;br /&gt;*Faris is also not here. he's the one in black at the extreme right in the first pic.&lt;br /&gt;*Rachel is not here too. she's a brillant chinese dancer&lt;br /&gt;*Logesh is not here too. He's deliciously sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8488467480129662015?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8488467480129662015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8488467480129662015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8488467480129662015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8488467480129662015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-seems-like-i-havent-introduce-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_n_v65R0bxNo/SJr3_Icb1PI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KCYUMJWMCrA/s72-c/DSC00911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-7658619085601294238</id><published>2008-08-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:06:21.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This few days wasn't exactly the brightest and happiest days. But still, i want to thank God for his ever-lasting strength and for giving me such loveliest friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) A very close family member was diagnosed with depression. It wasn't very much shocking but the idea that your love one is ill makes you sick. I felt so sad and so heart-broken. How could a cheerful person just fades into depression so suddenly. I want to see you smile again. I'll always be there for you. I know you won't read my blog but i just want to tell you that I love you. You will definitely get well soon! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) Satan's attack is back and he's not letting me off easy. There's this loud jarring voice that tells me that i'm stupid and ugly. And this another soft voice telling me to ignore them. I feel really horrible inside with all these 'angel-demon' struggle. At first, the darker force won slightly but good always prevail against evil! ahah!! i'm trampling the demons under my feet and slaying them with my leather-backed-book! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of course, my friends played a vital role in this battle. Thanks Mel for being there =D although you didn't speak much, i can feel your love and care strongly through the warmth of your hands. Thanks Benji and Sam for praying for me and encouraging me in MSN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finally, Thank you Jesus for speaking to me. In the darkest night, your soft whisper in my ears is the best comfort and reasurrance. Indeed, Your love surpass all understanding. Through the valley of storm and raging seas, in you i trust. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i found this poem in a really old book. it's really nice. A change from the 'fish story' i usually tell during usher briefing. (if you want to know what's a fish story, join usher and i'll tell you! hah!) next time i'll tell this 'oyster story'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Oyster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There once was on oyster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whose story i tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who found that some sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had got into his shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was only a grain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it gave him great pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For oysters have feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although they're so plain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, did he berate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The harsh workings of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That had brought him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To such a deplorable state?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did he curse the government,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cry for election,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And claim that the sea should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have given him protection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No-he said to himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As he lay on a shell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since i cannot remove it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I shall try to improve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now the years have rolled around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the years always do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And he came to his ultimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Destiny-stew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the small grain of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That had bothered him so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was a beautiful pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All richly aglow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, the tale has a morale;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For isn't it grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What an oyster can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a morsel of sand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What couldn't we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If we'd only begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With some of the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That get under our skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have a great week ahead! i shall end with this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experiences by which you really stop to look fear in the face. you are able to say to yourself, "i lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;adios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7658619085601294238?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7658619085601294238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7658619085601294238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7658619085601294238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7658619085601294238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-few-days-wasnt-exactly-brightest.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-4579431283386943465</id><published>2008-08-03T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:07:59.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's sunday again!! and i slept like nobody's business!! =))) afternoon naps are such a luxury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you're wondering if i've been 'eating snake', let me show you evident of hard work. These are the fruits of my labour for Design Basics. This is my first-ever attempt at photoshop. They're not very well done but i hope i'll at least get a pass. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230289311737257394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SJW4avKfHbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XXjzxk0zHvo/s320/TADANG+db+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; i'm doing on Loreal whitening product. This is a print ad for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230289312594070162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SJW4ayWxCpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xjnuwj_vgl0/s320/web+banner+final!!!+%3DDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the web banner. Complete with the help of Asher. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yesh. i went to Festival Of praise on friday and saturday! Parachute band is so doopppee!! i totally enjoy myself despite my very-extremly-poor-suffering-feet in my poor-old-retiring-heels. the entire place was so charged up and hyped. And i served in floor area. it's so close to the stage and the presence is like wow wow. =DD   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i better stop procastinating and start my revision for i-see-pee and fundamental of marketing. *dreads* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to sch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;monday blues. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4579431283386943465?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4579431283386943465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4579431283386943465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4579431283386943465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4579431283386943465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-sunday-again-and-i-slept-like.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SJW4avKfHbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XXjzxk0zHvo/s72-c/TADANG+db+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-5848754548360180950</id><published>2008-07-29T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:24:44.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's the long awaited tag quiz frm sher&amp;amp;log!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instructions: don’t read the questions until you named the 20 people . at the end , choose 5 people to do this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. melissa&lt;br /&gt;2. shermaine&lt;br /&gt;3. christel&lt;br /&gt;4. Qi ting&lt;br /&gt;5. pei shi&lt;br /&gt;6. wen wei&lt;br /&gt;7. sean&lt;br /&gt;8. kelvin&lt;br /&gt;9. Faris&lt;br /&gt;10. jing yi&lt;br /&gt;11. janel&lt;br /&gt;12. bee leng&lt;br /&gt;13. feng soon&lt;br /&gt;14. angela&lt;br /&gt;15. sharon&lt;br /&gt;16. boon xiong&lt;br /&gt;17. mitchell&lt;br /&gt;18. jin sheng&lt;br /&gt;19. vivian&lt;br /&gt;20. hui shan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did you meet no. 14(angela).&lt;br /&gt;- Boon lay sec. she's my sec sch frien+church friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do if you never meet no. 1(melissa)&lt;br /&gt;- NOOOO!! i'll probably die of boredom in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if no. 9(Faris)&amp;amp; no. 20(hui shan) dated?&lt;br /&gt;-OMGosh! impossible impossible. faris is malay, hui shan is chinese. faris is 17, hui shan is 13. faris is ..., huishan is ...   you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will no. 6(wen wei) &amp;amp; no. 17(mitchell) date?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't think they even know each other! hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;describe no. 3(christel)&lt;br /&gt;-Christel is one of the bubblest girl i've ever met. everything sets her laughing and snorting. hee. i love christel! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;describe no. 7(sean)&lt;br /&gt;- seany! even though he's small in size, he always play the role of big bro in class and protects the bimbs! he's our pimp,fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know any of no. 12’s(beeleng) family?&lt;br /&gt;-yesh! i know beeleng's bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you do if no. 18 (jin sheng) confesses to you that he likes you?&lt;br /&gt;- oh goodness! it's like falling in love with your sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what language does no.15(sharon) speak?&lt;br /&gt;- she's billingual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is no. 16( boon xiong)?&lt;br /&gt;-never reveal a man's age! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is the last time you spoke to no.13( feng soon)&lt;br /&gt;- i can't remember. it's been a terribly long time. i think it was during prom. that is last nov! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is no.2(shermaine) favorite band or singer?&lt;br /&gt;- i dunno. bimbs don't talk bout band. maybe it's anastasia or cinderella! is that even a singer or band?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever date no. 4(Qi ting)?&lt;br /&gt;-hell yeah! i'm been dating her since like 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever date no. 1(melissa)?&lt;br /&gt;-of course! who wouldn't say 'yes'! so many guys are dying to date her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is no. 19(vivian) single?&lt;br /&gt;-noooo. vian's got a boyfriend! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever be in a relationship with no.11(janel)&lt;br /&gt;-you gotta ask willie first! he'll kill me for snatching his queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school of no. 3(christel)&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore Polytechnic, School of communication, arts and social science, Dip. in media&amp;amp; communication!! =DDD coolest sch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does no. 6(wen wei) live?&lt;br /&gt;- somewhere in jurong west that's near church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your favourite thing about no. 5(pei shi)&lt;br /&gt;-shi got a devilish body! she's so tall and slim and her legs are like super duper long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen no. 2 (shermaine) naked?&lt;br /&gt;- aiyo! of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht is no.8's(kelvin) nickname?&lt;br /&gt;-'All rights reserved, All wrong rejected.      God loves you, i know he does.' wow! double wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taged:&lt;br /&gt;1)qi ting&lt;br /&gt;2) bee leng&lt;br /&gt;3) janel&lt;br /&gt;4) torance&lt;br /&gt;5) joshua&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/6741569369930530889-5848754548360180950?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5848754548360180950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5848754548360180950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5848754548360180950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5848754548360180950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-long-awaited-tag-quiz-frm-sher.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5479441026342697738</id><published>2008-07-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:54:43.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;INSTALLING LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: Can you install LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: I can do that. I'm not very technical, but I think I am ready to install now. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now.Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: What programs are running ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Let me see....I have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: No problem. LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Okay, I'm done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: Yes it is. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I do. Is it completely installed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTS in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Oops...I have an error message already. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: What does the message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS". What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: Don't worry ma'am, that's a common problem. It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means you have to "LOVE" your own machine before It can "LOVE"others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: Can you find the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: Excellent, you are getting good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: You're welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVESELF.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT, EALIZEWORTH.TXT, and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with really neat files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: Then LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Customer Service Rep&lt;/span&gt;: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some really neat modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Customer&lt;/span&gt;: I will. Thank you for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you installed love today?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5479441026342697738?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5479441026342697738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5479441026342697738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5479441026342697738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5479441026342697738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/cute-love-story.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-2289944516357741071</id><published>2008-07-22T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T06:30:11.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CSCC camp is&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FUNtabulous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! whee! i've enjoyed myself throughly=DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i shall not bore you guys with the details but i'll talk about the gist of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funtabulous#1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we played block catching in sch of business! how often can you play block catching in sch! the dark errie compound+late night+cool campmates+a dash of creativity(hiding in the most unimaginable corner)=loads and loads of thrill! once we were captured, we are kept as captive in the toiliet where we were blind-folded and asked to do silly things like kissing the toiliet bowl or hide inside the rubbish bin till we were saved by our groupmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funtabulous#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i know the way around in school very well now! we played this Royal Battle game where we are suppose to run around the entire school(and i really mean ENTIRE) to search for lightsticks while trying to avoid the devil and restricted zones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funtabulous #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was sabo to do a lap dance on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;. everyone was given this  paper where we can write something to sabo people. then some dummy wanted me and christel to do a lap dance. but since it wasn't exciting enough,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seto&lt;/span&gt; suggested that i'll do it on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;. i was exceeding embarrased but still did a surface job. (but still better than &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;janel&lt;/span&gt;! haha!) but i'm still so much luckier. another pair was sabo to rub their nose against each other for 3 times.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funtabulous #4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CSCC is never fun without dirty gross game. here's something gross: for this certain group, the guys and girls are to cross-dress! and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Aaron&lt;/span&gt; look really comical in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mengxi&lt;/span&gt;'s miniature, semi-transparent FBT shorts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;here's something grosser: 6 guys are sabo to take off their underwear, string it into a skipping rope and take turn to jump in it. think that's gross? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tis is the grossest of them all. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joshua &lt;/span&gt;was sabo to wear his grey underwear outside of his pants and  run around fc2 shouting ' i have save the world!' haha. (omg.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; joshua&lt;/span&gt; is going to kill me for blogging this!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funtabulous #5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we had pyjamas disco party! it was coolios beyond coolios! i wore a white 'ah-ma' pj! almost everyone wore pyjamas and almost all seniors wore the cartoon dress pyjamas. even the guys! imagine the scene: dozens of people clad with cartoon dresses dancing at the dance floor, some even wore such a long boxer/knickers/pants that stick out of the dress. the sight of guys with long leg hair in doremon/hello kitty/mickey mouse pyjamas dress shaking their bum isn't such a pleasant sight after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i had a great time dancing with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Christel&lt;/span&gt;! she's the only 'wilder' people there to dance with. some was too exhausted too dance and took a nap at the back while some couldn't stand the loud music and fainted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i slow-dance with&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; samuel&lt;/span&gt; too! haha. and i tried hard not to step on his feet. it was a great experience and i'm so in-love in with slow-dance song! the 'so-close' song is stuck in my head and i'm hymming it over and over again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funtabulous #6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i made many new friends and forged a even stronger friendship with old friends. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lillies rocks!&lt;/span&gt; you guys are the best team ever! *thumbs up!* =DD this camp is really&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Funtabulous!!!!&lt;/span&gt; kudos to the organising comitee!!! =))  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i feel so rejuvenated. i feel good! nah nah nah nah nah nah. i know that i would! whee!! random-ness at work again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-2289944516357741071?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2289944516357741071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=2289944516357741071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2289944516357741071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/2289944516357741071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/cscc-camp-is-funtabulous-whee-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-156434609442998661</id><published>2008-07-14T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:00:09.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beverly hill's fashion parade is back. Monday marks the alpha of yet another fashion show. The same routine of slapping on powder, glueing on excessive lusious lip gloss and curling those flicking eyelash. Foodcourt 6 is like a central stage, with runway extended all the way from muslim food stall to fruit stall. there's never any lack of audience, especially visitors who flocked all the way from mars to worship the fashion goddess. Heads high, chin up, fashion goddess struts into the invisible limelight. every movement is critical, every movement will make or break. mini denim skirts, low cut top, ultra-high heels, flashy floral blouse, leather boots.. essential equipments for a war. a war among the resident of Beverly hill. only the top will emerge, only the top survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the pressure of Living In Breverly's Hill!!!! hahah. i'm just exagerrating. it's so fun to be part of the hilly's resident. most people dress to kill but they're nice at sharing tips. gosh. what to wear tomo!!! arrggghhhh!!! the constant struggle of a poly-ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school work though have been weighting me down. i feel like crumbling and let the wind blow the fragment away-till i cease to exist. projects upon projects, assignment upon assignment. when will this nightmare end? i hope it's like some lucid dream that dennis talk about. those that i have control over. give me a moment to emo. =(((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter side, i'm going for CSCC connection camp this fri-sunday. i bet it's gonna be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll have to miss church. it's baptism wk and membership wk! and interview with 80. oh mann. i'm gonna miss them! and ushering have taken a total different level in my life. we had this usher leader pm yesterday. it was sooo good. i almost want to back out but it's just so divine! i was about to take train home after cg then i meet pinde at the void deck. it just so happen that his cgm was just above my cgm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really a time of seeking God's face. i've been so busy serving that i often neglect Him. but yet he is always faithful and didn't give up on me. without you, i am nothing. in your perfect love, there is no fear. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lead me beside still water, over raging seas, over deep valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-156434609442998661?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/156434609442998661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=156434609442998661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/156434609442998661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/156434609442998661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/beverly-hills-fashion-parade-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-5003634567275484913</id><published>2008-07-09T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:26:48.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i haven't blog for ages. i've lost the motivation to blog or rather, i dunno what to blog about. blogging about my daily life  is so mundane and i don't have that much pics to post. gosh. i sound like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i have a brillant idea. i shall blog about myself!! haha. do you think you really really know me? here's 10 quirky facts about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm infested with princess-syndrom. i collect tiara and wear them at home. ( sometimes outside) i also have cape and my ribbon and lace wand.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i have a tiny wee bit of malay heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i have single eye-lid and double eye-lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i speak to everything. i speak to trees, chair, pencil, cats.. and i imagine them replying and continue a conversation with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i have an imaginary friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i'm very sentimental. i can't bear to throw away things. thus, my dear old soft toys are aged 14 and 12 respectively. i have this garang kuni box where i keep all my movie tickets, cards, neo-prints and 2 feather! ( hey BFF! remember the 2 feathers from the chaptey we kicked during racial harmony like 3 years ago? it's still with me!) i have a good memory too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i have a fetish of having sex in the kitchen on my wedding night. (some sort like the one in sex and the city!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i smear food on my face to express how much i love it. especially comfort food like choco donuts and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i emphasis a lot on punctuality. it's a principle imprinted in my life. i can't stand being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) i smell to judge. my first impressions are done by smelling people. bad people smell in a certain way and good people smell in another way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think you know me well? maybe not now. i think i'm a bit of FREAKY after reading through the list.  that's scary. i didn't know i'm the way i am. the xinyi you know may not be the xinyi i am. alright. enough of these chimology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to return to harsh reality and mug for ITB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-5003634567275484913?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5003634567275484913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=5003634567275484913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5003634567275484913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/5003634567275484913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-6361190683527729860</id><published>2008-07-02T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:29:22.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hiiiiiiieeeeee!!!!!! i'm back with some photos to share! these are taken after ICP exam at fc4.     =DDDDD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218394587592012898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt2Oqs-NGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tR9i2fnaTcY/s320/24062008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;behind every smile hides a wedges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt1XinW2cI/AAAAAAAAAVw/eANNpG2vNGU/s1600-h/24062008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218393640528173506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt1XinW2cI/AAAAAAAAAVw/eANNpG2vNGU/s320/24062008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;human-turned-bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt1XwMrlDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QXAUWKkPryk/s1600-h/24062008(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218393644174382130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt1XwMrlDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QXAUWKkPryk/s320/24062008(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blissful indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt1XyBHKZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ggS3YTO8e3I/s1600-h/24062008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218392927287542418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0uBligpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NfpU8p71ueY/s320/24062008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0uRjKCaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dhILb2zaxb4/s1600-h/24062008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218392931572517282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0uRjKCaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dhILb2zaxb4/s320/24062008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;   'nah. share with you lah.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0uUTyZOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QB0gb-l9giA/s1600-h/24062008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218392932313359586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0uUTyZOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QB0gb-l9giA/s320/24062008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;silly mel look really happy here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0ug4bYPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/e3wDeZrx5mg/s1600-h/24062008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218392935688265970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0ug4bYPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/e3wDeZrx5mg/s320/24062008(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is logesh's fav-top-no1.-classic-unglamest-fugly photo of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0ux8NfLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Jl8RycooVM4/s1600-h/24062008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218392940267535538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt0ux8NfLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Jl8RycooVM4/s320/24062008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we heart Kou Fu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218393649715667378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt1YE104bI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Sq8nSW3xUzU/s320/27062008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; this is at New York New York. after our OC project&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218394589540896930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt2Ox9n0KI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZLooiEGk1eI/s320/27062008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; i've grown a mossy moussie mousy moustach!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218394601674333490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt2PfKdXTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/pWy_R7RlMgk/s320/27062008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Mr bronze statue enjoying his companion by the river&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bye ppl! i've gotta go. it's been a really busy week wrestling with deadlines and projects. but i'm really enjoying all these. =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hereby wishing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a fruitful wk!  *cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-6361190683527729860?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6361190683527729860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=6361190683527729860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6361190683527729860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6361190683527729860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiiiiiiieeeeee-im-back-with-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGt2Oqs-NGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tR9i2fnaTcY/s72-c/24062008(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-7187471274570452499</id><published>2008-06-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:59:24.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we&lt;strong&gt; survived&lt;/strong&gt;! ICP exam was rather manageable after all. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;mountaineous-high&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;valley-deep&lt;/span&gt; project work have taken a toil on me. i'm running a 39.5degree&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fever&lt;/span&gt; now. all thanks to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr fundamental marketing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ms info-technology for business&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mdm character development&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;great! now, i have a &lt;strong&gt;buffet&lt;/strong&gt; of medicine. there's this &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; wasabi-flavoured one, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; salmon-flavoured, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;blueberry flavoured, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; rice flavour and even a bottle of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; soy-sauce. what a spread! ok lah. enough of all these sarcasm. i'm trying to blog something constructive before i drown in drowsiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i miss&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; school&lt;/span&gt; so much! but i guess i'll have to miss school tomorrow. i'll miss &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;chocolate donuts&lt;/span&gt;! i'll miss smearing them on my face. i miss my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bimbs, himbs and pimp&lt;/span&gt;! i miss &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow benches&lt;/span&gt;, i miss the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dirty smelly toliet&lt;/span&gt;, i miss&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; lau kok kok&lt;/span&gt;. i miss&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; irritating aunty&lt;/span&gt; who force their way to the bus. i miss getting&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; squash&lt;/span&gt; on the train and the smell of&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; sweaty armpit&lt;/span&gt;. it's amazing how i miss such mundane things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gosh. i can't think now. it feels like i'm floating in mid-air. i can't even see what i'm typing. this screen looks like a whirl of blur. everything look kinda funny and cute now. it's like in the world of 'Alice in the wonderland'. wow. my room is a wonderland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;before i knock out, here's some my day-out with BFF. it's taken like 2 wks ago but i din't manage to upload it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217316158106934706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGehZzzenbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z4CA0sxW8Ds/s320/1_989818270l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wee!! i'm off to look for zZz monster!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-7187471274570452499?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7187471274570452499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=7187471274570452499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7187471274570452499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/7187471274570452499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-survived-icp-exam-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SGehZzzenbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Z4CA0sxW8Ds/s72-c/1_989818270l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-4109895166859776304</id><published>2008-06-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:16:33.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTTION: DMC04 CLASS FUNERAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VENUE: SINGAPORE POLYTECHNIC, T2157&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME: 2PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAUSE OF DEATH:  SPREAD OF SC7701 EPIDEMIC DEISEASE AKA 'I SEE PEE' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THINGS TO BRING: COFFIN AND WILL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: REMEMBER TO WEAR YOUR BEST AS IT WILL BE OUR LAST DAY ON EARTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Itinery: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.15pm-meet at dover MRT station( please don't be late!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.3opm-reach T2157 funeral parlour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.45pm-final chance to powder your nose or empty your bladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.00pm-annoucement of death+ some prayer session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.00pm-cremation of body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.30pm-reading of will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm dying tomorrow. this is my final and 101th post. i would like to take this chance to thank my faithful reader for reading my post and tagging my blog faithfully. it's been a great honour to be able to write and entertain you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i would also like to thank my BFF for their love and encouragement. i wouldn't be the fun and jovial Xinyi without them. you girls are indeed the most wondrous gift from heaven! thanks Ting for always being there and is always my best shopping companion. thanks shi for being my spiritual sister n my blossom sister. she never fails to be my best crazy partner. and yes, thanks wen for always being beside me. in my darkest and brightest moment, you're always there for me.  love forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i also want to thank my bimbos!! even though we are dying together tomorrow, i still wanna thank u girls for all the fun! remember the bimbo congress thingy and the fc6 hunks-feasting sessions? girlfriends are forever! boyfriends are whatever! haha. oh ya. we'll have our postponed slumber party in heaven k? we shall wear  hot pink pj!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes yes. my dearest 04class. we're dying tomo!! there's tis chinese saying 'even though we can't be born on the same day, it's an honour to die on the same date.' see, we're honoured to die as a class!! we can start our radio and broadcast CCA in heaven. oh mann. i can see all the meetings and proposal writing.. what a dread! anyway, it's such a joyful burden working with u guys! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to my crush xxxxxx, you never know how much u mean to me. your smile motivate me to got the extra mile and your words encourages me. just looking at you give me strength to move on and i've learnt alot from you, even though you may not know. i'll still doddle your name on the clouds and stare at your msn pic for whole day. i'll still miss you like i always do. muuuaacccck!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;now, my cellgroup w387 and my church friends! you guys have been a great source of encouragement to me. i'm really amazed and inspired to see so many of you rising up and doing mighty things in God's kingdom. even though you guys are young, never let age stop you. i believe you guys are destinied for greatness! continue loving God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and my dear ushers! thanks for always serving faithfully. you guys have the best servanthood attitude and i'm so proud of you all!  rmb that ur reward will come in due time if you guys don't give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;finally and most importanly, i wanna thank my parents for raising me so big.( direct chinese translation) they're forever and forever my love! they never leave me and is always there for me.  i'm really fortunate to be in this family and i've never regretted it.  i love you mummy =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;all my assets goes to charity. *crossing my finger* ( oh! my unworn dresses, my hot pink heels, my laptop!, my disney princess bedsheet, my bangles and earrings......)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh mann. i don't feel like dying now.. there're so many things that i'll miss badly if i leave this world. i shall try to live. it's not that bad! i mug today and memorise most of the points. i might still survive! =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-4109895166859776304?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4109895166859776304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=4109895166859776304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4109895166859776304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/4109895166859776304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/attenttion-dmc04-class-funeral-venue.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-84229078752748157</id><published>2008-06-18T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:37:01.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;here's some camp photos to munch on! (well, maybe not munch but.. you get the idea)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213476091424335618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SFn84gpW5wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1KUOnHwKm3Q/s320/IMG_4283%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SFn5oW41SpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SfIygVDxjOs/s1600-h/DSC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213472515392096914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SFn5oW41SpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SfIygVDxjOs/s320/DSC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SFn5ohuV21I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_ae9uYpyggM/s1600-h/10062008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213472518300883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SFn5ohuV21I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_ae9uYpyggM/s320/10062008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm back! life have indeed been busy and in a sense enriching. i've mastered the art of mult-tasking! this is no mean feat! i've been practising to brush my teeth and wash my hair at the same time. and i'm getting good at that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now, i'm racking my brain at some microsoft excel project while blogging while getting entertained by my classmates. of course, multi-tasking decrease your efficency. BUT i try not to compromise the quality of this post. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;let me see. *doing it the ahem way*( arms fold across chest, eyebrow raised and eyes perched on ceiling, lips pouted) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cancri &lt;/span&gt;on Piah wee's birthday. i had a great time relaxing in nature's spa. the sands were exfoliation-friendly, the waves construct a musical symphonic and the sun is just so glorious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i went out with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; too! twice!! time just flies with them! they're just as awesome and sweet as before. a big congrats to ting!! i'm so happy for u! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BFFs=&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;! this equation is never wrong. i shop like duh! i brough 2 vintage dresses(at an incredibly cheap price!), 2 pair of earrings, 1 pair of shoe and a hairband. hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i went for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;class BBQ&lt;/span&gt; at sher's house. Sher's house is wow! there's a splendid seaview from the balcony and a nice clubhouse. the food is the main highlight! the thought of it makes my saliava glands work doubly hard. i'm so proud to be in DMC04! my classmates are a bunch of exciting ppl and my lecturers are so fun to be with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i went for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prayer meeting &lt;/span&gt;every morning too for this week! it's really inspiring to see more than 500 people waking up early and coming to the church to pray. some even stayed as far as pasir ris! so proud of them! =D i'm also in the midst of this 21-day prayer thingy where everyone gotta pray at least 1hr daily. it is quite challenging but it has really blessed me greatly. i'm also fasting today! (and my classmates are eating KFC now!!) i'm very encouraged by my cgm. even though they are young, they put God place in their life and desire after spiritual things. jon and alwin even go on a singlehood vow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;there's still 101 more things that i did. but i shall stop here if not this blog would be super duper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ultra long post.  i shall study for my ICP exam which is next wk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till then!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-84229078752748157?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/84229078752748157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=84229078752748157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/84229078752748157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/84229078752748157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-some-camp-photos-to-munch-on-well.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SFn84gpW5wI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1KUOnHwKm3Q/s72-c/IMG_4283%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-3889910358555960805</id><published>2008-06-11T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:12:26.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiiiiiiii all!! i'm so excited to be back! i sincerly apologise for not updating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;guess what i've been busy with? yes! i've been busy with the coolest camp in town-inspire stronger'08camp!! and if you've miss the camp, it's your greatest loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed a life-changing, mind-blowing camp! i've been so inspired and pumped up with faith! i've learnt a lot of valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very honored to be one of the assistant team leader in the ever-mighty gideon house. but like what spiderman said, 'with greater power comes greater responsibility'. it is not easy to manage a group of 50 youths with different personality. what's more, there's a handful of new friends and many members were rather reserved. we felt really discouraged in trying our best to hype up the atmosphere and getting them to participate. some flared up while some lose heart. but still, i'm so proud of angel, roslyn, jia ying, eugene, alwin and many others who tried their best. you guys stand in the gap and i really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found my long-lost first love with God. i felt so renewed, so fresh. in fact, all i desire is to stay in his presence. there's this hunger for more and more of him. i'm not satisfied. there's so much more that i can do, there's so much more that i can improved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so so so much more that i've learnt. i don't even know how to express them out in words. it's just so inexpressable(if there's ever such words!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog in details once i get the photos k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, there's this video here! it's CRAZY!!! it shows how me and jiaying flow! haha! this is what happens when electricity overload! i present -crazy bollywood! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWBowUpd_gA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DWBowUpd_gA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/6741569369930530889-3889910358555960805?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3889910358555960805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=3889910358555960805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3889910358555960805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/3889910358555960805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiiiiiiii-all-im-so-excited-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-6824746022552323117</id><published>2008-06-05T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:49:16.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hi all!! i'm back with an adventure to share! Taiwan is indeed a precious island packed with friendly people, majestic scenic spot, good food and is a shopping paradise! embark on an adventure with me! these photos are only a small slice of the real fun you get in Taiwan. fasten up your seatbelt and here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at changi airport waiting for our flight. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqXuo6vVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jJPnyFCOqH4/s1600-h/IMG_4284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208389187454811474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqXuo6vVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jJPnyFCOqH4/s320/IMG_4284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our first stop-shilin night market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqDeo6vSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wX5nLwEfhi4/s1600-h/IMG_4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208388839562460450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqDeo6vSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wX5nLwEfhi4/s320/IMG_4297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is a busy market jam packed with extra good food! don't despise the humble exterior of the market! all it takes is a little effort in fishing out the goodies. the chao da chicken cutlet is a must try! and taiwan sausauge, extra juicy oyster omelete, fresh durian milk shake, chow tofu for the brave soul and many many more..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqDuo6vTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CehO0ZFIsWU/s1600-h/IMG_4292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208388843857427762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqDuo6vTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/CehO0ZFIsWU/s320/IMG_4292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqEOo6vUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/34mpAoqtDDI/s1600-h/IMG_4294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208388852447362370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqEOo6vUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/34mpAoqtDDI/s320/IMG_4294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hotel for the night had this interesting bathroom. now i can be a bathroom rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfo5eo6vQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_BBYNnEep98/s1600-h/IMG_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208387568252140802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfo5eo6vQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_BBYNnEep98/s320/IMG_4301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfo5uo6vRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qjxtLCmLJfQ/s1600-h/IMG_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208387572547108114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfo5uo6vRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qjxtLCmLJfQ/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we came to jiu fen pu. it is an old street with traditional food. we tried this super huge fishball and meatball soup and some other local delight. i brough 2 dress, 2 bag and a cap here. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoPuo6vMI/AAAAAAAAATY/yph8BDjssnc/s1600-h/IMG_4332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386850992602306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoPuo6vMI/AAAAAAAAATY/yph8BDjssnc/s320/IMG_4332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next, we came to this place to look at some rocks that formed because of some geographic process. the flowers in taiwan are really colouful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoP-o6vNI/AAAAAAAAATg/Mx2itURxUgQ/s1600-h/IMG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386855287569618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoP-o6vNI/AAAAAAAAATg/Mx2itURxUgQ/s320/IMG_4331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out the tranquil ocean against the mountains as the backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoQOo6vOI/AAAAAAAAATo/xdJY8c1rN84/s1600-h/IMG_4325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386859582536930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoQOo6vOI/AAAAAAAAATo/xdJY8c1rN84/s320/IMG_4325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can you spot the 'fairy's slipper?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoQeo6vPI/AAAAAAAAATw/lOPYLHFJACA/s1600-h/IMG_4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386863877504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfoQeo6vPI/AAAAAAAAATw/lOPYLHFJACA/s320/IMG_4317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we took a 4-hr train ride to hua lian. hua lian is a place with the native as majiority. we came to this ah mei tribe to enjoy their performance. i joined in this bamboo dance. luckily, the moves were quite simple. if not, a clumsy me would fall in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfnkOo6vJI/AAAAAAAAATA/6iXtSnNkrrY/s1600-h/IMG_4340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386103668292754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfnkOo6vJI/AAAAAAAAATA/6iXtSnNkrrY/s320/IMG_4340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfnkeo6vKI/AAAAAAAAATI/0rkrEWSfGA4/s1600-h/IMG_4334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386107963260066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfnkeo6vKI/AAAAAAAAATI/0rkrEWSfGA4/s320/IMG_4334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfnkuo6vLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wgz6VK7ww2s/s1600-h/IMG_4333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386112258227378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfnkuo6vLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wgz6VK7ww2s/s320/IMG_4333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed in this naruwan hotel. i liked this hotel. it's fully furnish with great amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm3uo6vFI/AAAAAAAAASg/5Alg0C-PXJ8/s1600-h/IMG_4358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208385339164114002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm3uo6vFI/AAAAAAAAASg/5Alg0C-PXJ8/s320/IMG_4358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i went for spa and sauna before going to this kid's area. there's also a game arcade, pool table, ping-pong table, casino and gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm3-o6vGI/AAAAAAAAASo/1aPRhF4w-Yk/s1600-h/IMG_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208385343459081314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm3-o6vGI/AAAAAAAAASo/1aPRhF4w-Yk/s320/IMG_4357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm4Oo6vHI/AAAAAAAAASw/k3omPlJgUBU/s1600-h/IMG_4354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208385347754048626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm4Oo6vHI/AAAAAAAAASw/k3omPlJgUBU/s320/IMG_4354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we visit this taroka national park. we got to scale the mountains to look at the different rocks. didn't really take photo as there wasn't anything else except mountains and rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm4eo6vII/AAAAAAAAAS4/u4ml403QPAk/s1600-h/IMG_4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208385352049015938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfm4eo6vII/AAAAAAAAAS4/u4ml403QPAk/s320/IMG_4348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to this special restaurant for lunch. the interior is made up of broken boat hull. it is quite cool and environmental friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl9eo6vBI/AAAAAAAAASA/PpL726EkHjM/s1600-h/IMG_4373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384338436733970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl9eo6vBI/AAAAAAAAASA/PpL726EkHjM/s320/IMG_4373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl9-o6vCI/AAAAAAAAASI/GW1wO4Xu2oY/s1600-h/IMG_4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384347026668578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl9-o6vCI/AAAAAAAAASI/GW1wO4Xu2oY/s320/IMG_4370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl-Oo6vDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fvkbsot9Vrg/s1600-h/IMG_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384351321635890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl-Oo6vDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fvkbsot9Vrg/s320/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl-eo6vEI/AAAAAAAAASY/sB_gzelyiMM/s1600-h/IMG_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384355616603202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfl-eo6vEI/AAAAAAAAASY/sB_gzelyiMM/s320/IMG_4364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; highlight of the day! jiang hu san theme park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfk1eo6u_I/AAAAAAAAARw/Iq6jKyh7QgA/s1600-h/IMG_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208383101486152690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfk1eo6u_I/AAAAAAAAARw/Iq6jKyh7QgA/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfk1uo6vAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/C4PF50WAhyo/s1600-h/IMG_4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208383105781120002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfk1uo6vAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/C4PF50WAhyo/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfiyeo6u7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wGKwsww8E_8/s1600-h/IMG_4409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208380850923289522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfiyeo6u7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wGKwsww8E_8/s320/IMG_4409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went for tranny show. they are really really pretty!! i feel so inferior after watcing them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208383092896218082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfk0-o6u-I/AAAAAAAAARo/5xrUYONTu-c/s320/IMG_4396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the spectacular night light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfiy-o6u8I/AAAAAAAAARY/hCWEaWvL8ZA/s1600-h/IMG_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208380859513224130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfiy-o6u8I/AAAAAAAAARY/hCWEaWvL8ZA/s320/IMG_4402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfizOo6u9I/AAAAAAAAARg/oOT7t80kZXA/s1600-h/IMG_4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208380863808191442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfizOo6u9I/AAAAAAAAARg/oOT7t80kZXA/s320/IMG_4395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we stayed in the theme park hotel that night. something errie happened. it was around 1am. my sis and i were laying on the bed, half-dozing off while watching a television show. then the lamp suddenly went on. it's not the circuit problem. but someone push down the button when nobody is around the lamp. it scare me off!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we visit this place where we can consult the master for some feng suai stuff. we tried it in the cultural perpective as my family don't really believe in such stuff. we are to give our birth date and names and they will calculate our fate. the master gave me a horrified look and say that i have an extremly 'good' luck with the opposite gender and i'll have a lot of boyfriends. this really scare my dad though. the master is accurate in spotting my character. she say i belong to the mu(wood) element but my mu is too weak. she want me to buy the lion-like figure which cost more than 200bucks. of course i didn't fall for that. i believe that my destiny is in my hands. how can people dictate how many boyfriends i'll have?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhbOo6u1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/uKvYp8rtBZA/s1600-h/IMG_4419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208379351979703122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhbOo6u1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/uKvYp8rtBZA/s320/IMG_4419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at some memorial hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhbeo6u2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/lsj-_zkN5fc/s1600-h/IMG_4416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208379356274670434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhbeo6u2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/lsj-_zkN5fc/s320/IMG_4416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the changing guards ritual&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhbuo6u3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dPmcLCmyT3A/s1600-h/IMG_4417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208379360569637746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhbuo6u3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/dPmcLCmyT3A/s320/IMG_4417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhb-o6u4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UzHn_7KRYOE/s1600-h/IMG_4414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208379364864605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfhb-o6u4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UzHn_7KRYOE/s320/IMG_4414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to wu fen pu and xi men ting. those 2 shopping paradise is the highlight of the entire trip!! let me see. i brough 2 dress, 1 overall, 1 shoe, 2 bag, 1 cap, 1 top, 2 berm, 14bangles, hairclip,necklace.. that's about all. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 6 &lt;div&gt;home-sweet-home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really want to thank God for a safe trip. we are really very blessed. there was this earthquake with a 6+ magnitude in hua lian the day after we left and this serious flood in jiang fu shan immediately after we left. phew. thank God for protection! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my friends so much!! it's time again for us to meet up!! =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-6824746022552323117?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6824746022552323117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=6824746022552323117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6824746022552323117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/6824746022552323117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-all-im-back-with-adventure-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_n_v65R0bxNo/SEfqXuo6vVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jJPnyFCOqH4/s72-c/IMG_4284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6741569369930530889.post-8775625484499276957</id><published>2008-05-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:25:34.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are the answer to shermaine's quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Do u believe in true love kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-absoultely! thats what happened to snow white and sleeping beauty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) what do you want the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- a warm sincere hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) Do you believe in afterlive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- not really. i believe in eternal life though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- of course not! i love them to bits! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5) what will you do, if a totally not idealistic opposite people confess their feelings to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- hmmm. i'll just reject him tactfully and find him a girlfriend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)what do u think of the idea of people(even yourself) having crushes on other people while the 'crusher' is attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- that's perfectly normal! it happens all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; what impossible thing would you wish to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- jump down from red bridge and haunt the entire SB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8) do u believe in eternal love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- "and they lived happily ever after". what do u think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt; have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- yeah. lots of them! some drown, some swallow pills, some jump red bridge, some jump MRT... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10) what feeling do u love best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- the feeling that u're loved and cherised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11) what are the requirements you wish for your another half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- wooohh. it's such a long list * stretch hand to max*. 1) tall!(above 180), 2) charismatic,3) cheerful and bubbly, 4) excellent moral values, 5) someone who value humour, 6) generous with praises, 7) eats buffet with me and dosen't complain that i'm fat, 8) wise... the list goes on for another 10min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12) what feelings do u hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-lonliness. &lt;/span&gt; that sucks.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) do u cherish every single friendship of yours&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) is there anything u're looking forward to in the next few weeks?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- oh yeeessss! i'm going to taiwan next thurs for a family holiday.(don't miss me!!) and there's this photoshoot thingy for a bag during holiday and church camp and the sleepover slumber party at mel's house and lotsa movie dates!!! =)) so excited!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15) what is the sweetest thing an opposite gender has ever did to you? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- hmmm. seriously i think there isn't any!! singing and playing some mushy love song on guitar?! if you consider that sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16) &lt;/span&gt; who do you hope to always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- you know who you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17) &lt;/span&gt; do u find life meangingless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- i'm just waiting for my turn to retire to my grave. how meaningful is that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18) what's your fantasies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- i always pretend to be a princess at home when nobody's home. then i'll wear my nice dress and tiara and have a tea party with my teddy bear friends. it's really fun. sometimes it get a bit noisy though having to play several role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19)what's the craziest thing you ever did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- i &lt;/span&gt; punched a ugly girl in the toliet when i was in pri1. she had this bombastic hairstyle and look really skinny with a polka-dotted face. i'm sorry but i'm only 6 then! (sorry to have inflict such misery on you. if you happen to read my blog.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) what will you do if your bestfriend fall in love with the same person as u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- i'll punch her face, pull her hair and start a cat fight. meeooooww! don't trifle with girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instruction: remove a question from above and tag 8 ppl. list down their name and notify them i  their chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've removed the question 'who do u love' because i love all of u. that's a really silly question. and well, i dun feel like tagging and selecting people. just do it if u feel like doing. no pressure! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-8775625484499276957?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8775625484499276957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=8775625484499276957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8775625484499276957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/8775625484499276957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-are-answer-to-shermaines-quiz-1-do.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-998184208899034298</id><published>2008-05-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:05:56.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in a snap, children became orphans, wife widowed, parents childless. the impact and destruction of mother nature affects millions of people in Myanmar and China. life is just so fragile. it is like a puppet of natural disaster, so vulnerable and helpless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart really goes out to them. especially those innocent children. the images of those little lifeless corpse upset me. all their dreams and hope dash. all left is but a cold body of unaccomplished goals,  those words left unsaid, deeds left undone. if, if they could just have another day to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you know you only have one more day to live? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i only have one more day to live, i would tell my family how much i love them, i would tell my friends how much they mean to me, i would confess my love, i would spend time with them, i would hug them, i would kiss them, i would cherish every moment with them, i would enjoy being myself, i would live for myself, i would impact somebody's life, i would do things that i've never dare to do, i would resolve every misunderstanding, i would do everything i could to leave a legacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only.. if only those people realise that is their last day on earth. if only those people would have the time to love, if only those people have time to live.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a tragic to see children expressing their guilt for being rebellious over their parents grave, a girl who confess her crush over the boy's coffin, parents who offer their apologies to their child for not spending time with them over their tomb... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and tide wait for no man. don't wait for tomorrow. live today like it's your last day before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6741569369930530889-998184208899034298?l=axinderallastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/feeds/998184208899034298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6741569369930530889&amp;postID=998184208899034298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/998184208899034298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6741569369930530889/posts/default/998184208899034298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://axinderallastory.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-snap-children-became-orphans-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>xinyi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02958934078614918336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6741569369930530889.post-8969142664535187239</id><published>2008-05-11T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:29:09.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy mother's day people! today is such a wonderful day where people everywhere take time off to appreciate the noblest people on earth-mothers! but appreciating your mama should not be an anuual thing, but a daily thing. =) have you show your mama how much you love and appreciate her? if you haven't, you should repent! =)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mama is not in singapore today. but i really want to thank her for everything. my family went through a rather rough patch a few weeks ago. it was my mama who stayed strong and pulled us through. my mama is my biggest cheerleader. she never fails to turn up for my dance performance and stand by me when i failed. i love you mom. you're my hero! =) &lt;br /&gt;this is a poem for all mom, mom-to-be and those who love their mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama's hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw you hide your hands in line, behind that lady fair,&lt;br /&gt;i noticed too, hers soft and white-&lt;br /&gt;immaculate from care.&lt;br /&gt;but Ma, i say, it's no disgrace&lt;br /&gt;to have workin' hands like you,&lt;br /&gt;and had she lived the life you have,&lt;br /&gt;she'd have hands just like it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her hands have never hauled in wood,&lt;br /&gt;or worked in God's good earth.&lt;br /&gt;they've never felt the bitter cold,&lt;br /&gt;or chopped ice for waitin' stock,&lt;br /&gt;they've never doctored sick ones,&lt;br /&gt;or dressed a horse's hock,&lt;br /&gt;they've never pulled a hip-locked calf,&lt;br /&gt;or packed water to the barn.&lt;br /&gt;they've probably never patched blue jeans,&lt;br /&gt;or had worn ol' socks to darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've never touched a young'n&lt;br /&gt;or caressed a fevered head,&lt;br /&gt;with hands so gently folded,&lt;br /&gt;all night beside his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've never scrubbed a kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;or done dishes every day.&lt;br /&gt;they've never guided with those hands&lt;br /&gt;a child who's lost the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've never made a christmas gift,&lt;br /&gt;shaped by a lovin' hand.&lt;br /&gt;they've never peeled apples,
