<?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-8018624</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:27:25.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>treasure and cherish..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018624.post-4503927260524688879</id><published>2010-06-13T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:11:00.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all, I'm back for a while! Because work's killing me with boredom, there's nothing much to do (which is a good thing because you get paid for nothing) but it gets a little boring, and I can't sleep anytime I want to. But this time my boss is much better than the other time at OMD. It really tells alot when you just work for a day as compared to a month. And it's really great here cos it feels like home. There's internet, there's food, there's money to collect while blogging, facebooking, video watching. Couldn't get better except if there were more temps here for me to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  a good change of environment to watching videos at home i guess. Been busy with TM stuff till now(and more work just got piled on me because the exco incharge just disappeared back to hometown), preparing to clear as many projects as possible during the holidays. Really enjoyed my project 3- Serve with your heart. My first attempt at acting, though i din't manage to get best speaker, but I'm satisfied enough to have people telling me "I think your speech was the best." Thanks qs for coming down to support and coordinate with my speech, totally appreciate it (though you forgot to film it for me &gt;&lt;) I think i'm really enjoying myself in TM, because it has changed me in some ways. Hope to do the best for my club, and prove my worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good now, can get better though (heh.)  But i can't imagine what's gonna happen when school starts. I hope I'll enjoy myself with my specialisation. And right now, it's just Taiwan to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man are not lone islands, they cant survive without friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4503927260524688879?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4503927260524688879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4503927260524688879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4503927260524688879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4503927260524688879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-all-im-back-for-while-because-works.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2715424181678292599</id><published>2009-12-25T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:47:17.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas = love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's christmas is merry jolly happy cheery starry christmas according to boss. Alvin and the chipmunks are soooo cute, i wanna rear some chipmunks of my own. LOL. We had carl's jr for dinner and it was my first time, awesome! We hung around a lot, and followed a bunch of drummers who were as spastic as boss was. :D When it was almost time, we headed for Jewel Box at Mt Faber which was an eye opener. The toilets were so iconic that a man walked into the female toilet blatantly thinking it was for sight seeing. Kind of hilarious with all the ladies staring at him without his realisation. Christmas is the time for giving (trading of cameras time and again throughout the night), and it was apparent everyone was in the festive mood with santa hat clips (which i never knew where they came from) and santa hats of all designs. We busked in the christmas spirit with the foam falling down on us like snow. After we had enough of soap for the day, we went for a stroll. It was a nice walk with good company. I rode on a reindeer (since it's christmas) after a walk back from hendersen waves. Pretty cool ride from the usual horse that i ride on. :P After which we had supper of ee mian (taste superb too!) at toa payoh before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want for christmas is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2715424181678292599?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2715424181678292599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2715424181678292599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2715424181678292599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2715424181678292599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018624.post-3853550306217821858</id><published>2009-12-04T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:48:17.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHUKET!</title><content type='html'>Phuket was awesome, great company, lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were gathered bright and early at the budget terminal, all set to have the time of our lives. There were many first times that i experienced on this trip, including the search for the budget terminal. Nora was late, as usual. &gt;&lt; Before we knew it, we had already arrived in phuket where lots of fun awaits us. Bargaining was the norm over there, and we had really good "bargainers" in our pack. We got so into bargaining you'd think we were crazy, you would see why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a cab (after fierce bargainings) to our hotel - silvertel, and got settled in. Great place, near the beach and streets, just one night without hot water for the guys and drips of water for us. Service wasn't too bad, with internet access at the lobby. After which, we went for lunch and did some shopping around. It was all going at leisure pace, until it started to rain late in the evening. We were all stuck in the rain, seven to three umbrellas. And we trek our way to the mall with puny umbrellas that got all of us drenched, some on one side, others all over. It was the first time getting all wet and sitting in the cinema catching our near to midnight movie - Ninja Assassin, a bloody and gory show which din't help relieve the cold. It was freezing as i shivered in my seat, feeling only the warmth from my fellow companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought that would be the end of an unexpected change of events, but it was far from that. On the way back to the hotel, we faced a flood - aftermath of the heavy rain. And the waters were almost knee deep at places. It was when we saw kindness in people who drove past us slowly (in fear of splashing water at us) and finally one tuk tuk driver offered us a free ride past the flooded areas. We offered him a tip out of appreciation. It was an experience of a lifetime indeed, which made our day more exciting than ever, but our days went uphill in terms of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was a package tour which we signed up for. With a bunch of other tourists, we tried out different activities lined up for us. We saw lots of monkeys that were stalking qisheng who had the icecream and rode the elephant that produced faeces perpetually. We drove the ATV (a vehicle that could climb rough terrains) where i lost control and rammed a tree because my hands were tired after squeezing the brakes for a long time. &gt;.&lt; But we came to conclude naga girls could drive better than non nagalings. hehe. We went to see a waterfall and did white water rafting which was ultra cool. Most were first time experiences for most of us, very value for money. After getting back to our hotel, we washed up and went for dinner before continuing with our shopping spree. Also making a trip to carrefour to search for candles and whipped cream for Nora's birthday surprise. Back at the hotel, our plans for surprise went on as scheduled, and after which we htht into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day, we woke up later than usual because we wanted to surprise Nora with a cake in bed. Amazingly she woke up earlier than expected, hence it took a lie to cover up. Had a mini celebration in our room before heading for breakfast at macs. On this day, it was all sun and sea at patong beach. Right there, we saw a thailand version of Yongnan who was very animated and kept trying to pick Shaline up. The rest of us were indulged in the sea activities while Shaline who was afraid of water stayed on shore (well taken care of by the thais) We did jet-skiing and banana boating, while joyce and qisheng also tried their para sailing. It was an awesome ride against the wave on the jet ski with my dearest boss, and the adrenaline on the banana boat where we sang and cheered together like small kids, getting ready to topple into the sea. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing part of bargaining came in here, where we bargained by the minutes for a longer jet ski ride. We finally came to a conclusion of 41 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much fun, we sat on the beach chairs and dozed off drying under the sun. Caught our memories in pictures before heading back to our hotel to "qiang qiang". Because it was the last night, we had a sumptuous dinner of seafood which laid our tables. Prawns, fish, vegetables, eggs, tom yum kung, pat tai, fried squid, crab. Heavenly! We ate like we've not eaten for 10 days, hungry peasants on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things come to an end, and before we knew it, it was time to return back to where we belong, and face the real world. I'm sure this trip would be imprinted in our minds for a long time. (: Cheers to phuket gang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3853550306217821858?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3853550306217821858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3853550306217821858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3853550306217821858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3853550306217821858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/12/phuket.html' title='PHUKET!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-1157125707091344334</id><published>2009-11-24T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:55:31.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After exams freedom</title><content type='html'>Finally! Exams are over! Though i think most of it has been pretty screwed up, but we shall not think about it now and pray for the best. Haven't had so much stress since marketing presentation, couldn't believe it to break down again, but really thankful to my dear roomie, qs and yx for the constant support, concern and encouragement throughout the exam period. And of course everyone else who went through it all with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I'm currently locked out of the house at 6.45am after a very long night with htht khakis. Thank god for having internet connection at the void deck to keep me occupied. LOL. Once again, can't believe how this feeling brings back memories of being locked out of the house last december after the tonning session at yanjie's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night at marina barrage has been really carefree, stressless and fruitful. I feel so out of touch with my friends during the damn exams! Antisocial and hard core pessimistic mugger is just not my style, it's time to catch up with all the hthts that happened without me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given all that hthts, I really hope our friendship will stay the same regardless of what happens, what choices we make, or what the future may bring. Because the bottom line is, I treasure you guys a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-1157125707091344334?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1157125707091344334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=1157125707091344334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1157125707091344334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1157125707091344334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-exams-freedom.html' title='After exams freedom'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-191757493061359090</id><published>2009-10-31T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:22:27.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 19th</title><content type='html'>I would like to sincerely thank many awesome friends who have contributed to such a fantastic 19th birthday. It would be of great pleasure of mine to write a long post of gratitude, but due to the fact that there are 2 horrible quizzes to study for coming monday, i shall keep it short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;Qisheng and Raymond for being the masterminds of naga's celebrations and preparation of presents&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling for getting the cake (amazingly i even came to know about this)&lt;br /&gt;My Cute roomie for being so cute and the present with tk&lt;br /&gt;Awesome sixsome, Kabu, for the impromptu surprise&lt;br /&gt;Roy and Winston for the crazy choice of 4 cakes&lt;br /&gt;Gf for calling all the way from australia&lt;br /&gt;My dear Boss for the very sweet surprise and poem&lt;br /&gt;Jie meis for the very special date and preparation for this day&lt;br /&gt;Family for the very nice routine&lt;br /&gt;Yx for the very thoughtful gift&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least everyone else for their best wishes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a blasting birthday thanks to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-191757493061359090?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/191757493061359090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=191757493061359090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/191757493061359090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/191757493061359090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-19th.html' title='happy 19th'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8642911396833278207</id><published>2009-10-27T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:58:27.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really distracted and unfocused. The feeling of uncertainty is stifling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8642911396833278207?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8642911396833278207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8642911396833278207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8642911396833278207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8642911396833278207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-really-distracted-and-unfocused.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-5748644959163374038</id><published>2009-10-26T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:14:50.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I guess university life is setting in after almost three months. It has been work and more work, superficial friendship making aka networking, and getting irritated by projects/ group members. Apart from all that down side, there's of course the good side of it. That's getting to know great friends and feeling truly appreciated. I got to start learning how to express appreciation :D But basically i love hall and the people here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't sensed it, today is a happy monday because it's end of projects FINALLY. Although there's still exams and quizzes coming up. Geez. That probably explains why i'm blogging here because i feel like it's december already and that feeling is awesome. But i must say i'm currently very happy with life, apart from screwed up quizzes and reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on toastmasters makes me feel very accomplished, even though i'm just done with project one. Missed the best speaker award the first time but oh well, really glad to have lots of support from my friends with their constant encouragement and interest to come down to support. Love you guys. (: Past few weeks have been pretty depressing with lots of deadlines to meet and amidst those, other matters of the heart to deal with, but i'm glad i can finally breathe right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets leave it at that for now, econs and stats quiz in a week's time! Let's go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-5748644959163374038?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5748644959163374038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=5748644959163374038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5748644959163374038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5748644959163374038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-i-guess-university-life-is-setting.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4929370497528438428</id><published>2009-09-17T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:52:18.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all, about one month from being an official NTU student, life has been busy and busier. Until recently nearing the recess week, i finally find myself having the mood to sit down, relax and reflect on the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i want to thank the people who made it possible for me to make it through this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful project group mates for being so understanding and helpful, naga for always being there and especially wy for guiding me and my project group members through our inaugural marketing project and vetting my case critiques assignment as if it has been graded and marked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also credits to samuel for making my screwed up blog site viewable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can afford to slack a little because OB presentation is over, and good job Genie! Hopefully results will reflect our zai-ness. And recess week is in a week's time. yay~ slack some more! hahaha. I think i'll miss naga and hall in the recess week. hahaha. Okay this sounds really incoherent because of the lack of sleep. We had a hard core htht session last night after mahjong session till i finally got to bed at 730am, when we heard people's alarm clock starts to ring. Shall end here for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4929370497528438428?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4929370497528438428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4929370497528438428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4929370497528438428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4929370497528438428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-all-about-one-month-from-being.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-6477789856279782857</id><published>2009-08-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:53:11.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of school.</title><content type='html'>I'm officially an NTU student! Which means it's time for lessons and get back to mugging mood. But of course it's impossible because people are perpetually hungry and bored so we're always seeking enjoyment and company. I'm loving hall life currently, despite not having internet connection on my laptop and the hall conditions being ultra rundown initially, because Naga makes it so lovely. Everyone that i've met so far are all friendly and sociable, it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school i saw the wrong timetable, i thought it was monday when it's tuesday. So my friends were saying:"Today's first lecture is Marketing right?" And i went "Huh i thought it's Econs?" So i was wondering why we belong to the same group but had different timetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the independent learning to get used to, like printing our own notes and getting textbooks, reading up on slides that cant be covered in lectures and finding the way around school. Speaking of which, i should get to notes reading now ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-6477789856279782857?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6477789856279782857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=6477789856279782857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/6477789856279782857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/6477789856279782857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of school.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018624.post-326319443889644619</id><published>2009-08-02T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:14:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NBS FOC update below (: Dated 30th july.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-326319443889644619?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/326319443889644619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=326319443889644619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/326319443889644619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/326319443889644619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/08/nbs-foc-update-below-dated-30th-july.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2706955968321104473</id><published>2009-07-31T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:18:04.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre uni feelings.</title><content type='html'>hahaha i'm trying to blog about NBS FOC for a long time but it's so content based i can't help postponing it. I can't believe school is starting soon, after such a long time of slacking around, it's finally time! Ambivalent feelings about it, kind of looking forward yet dreading it. These uni stuff feels really foreign to me, especially after seeing our timetable today. There so much to handle i feel overwhelmed. I'll update abt nbs foc soon. stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2706955968321104473?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2706955968321104473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2706955968321104473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2706955968321104473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2706955968321104473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/07/pre-uni-feelings.html' title='pre uni feelings.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7098290613093198874</id><published>2009-07-30T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:13:03.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBS FOC</title><content type='html'>Have been back from NBS FOC a few days now. It was really an experience because there were many things that i did for the first time in my life. That includes rolling in a barrel, getting into sex like positions on the grass and even clubbing. It was gross and disguisting, and we couldn't imagine how we would go about doing it, but we still did. It was so bad i felt like going home on the first day. But thank god, it could only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of pictures on facebook, but i figured ten years down the road i probably wouldn't remember most of the things that happened at NBS FOC because nobody tags the pictures that they look unglam in and in the most awkward positions. So i would gladly substitute a thousand words for posting one picture here. Who knows these could just be speech material?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so dirty in my life (that's probably what all freshie would say) because &lt;strong&gt;field games&lt;/strong&gt; was utterly gross. Lycan came to our first station and the girls had looks of anguish on their faces because they had to enter this ugly looking barrel that contains pieces of grass, mud, eggshells and whatnot. The guys enjoyed themselves kicking the barrel around, despite having their legs tied together, while the girls silently prayed for the shortest agony. We learnt that it was just the cleanest station so far, so the rest i need not elaborate. We rolled in grass hugging each other, buried our face in flour looking for gummy bears, slide through soap, soy sauce, egg yolks, and had lots of junk stuck in our hair. We couldn't wait to bathe, but it was just the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung around, hosed ourselves clean and went for dinner in soaked up clothes. Had small OG games, laughed at people who did forfeit and sat around hoping to bathe soon. But NO. Itwas FAR from that. We had more &lt;strong&gt;station games&lt;/strong&gt; around NTU after dinner, and late at night we went for a &lt;strong&gt;trail in the underground sewage&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it was known as the NTU drain. We climbed into the manholes that were covered by grills. Only 2 candles lit up the place, governed by the front and the back of the pack. It was pitch dark, and the guys were really protective, at least desmond (who was in front of me) was. Really grateful for that, and we all concluded that the guys were pretty gentlemanly. Haha. We came to a high wall and the guys had to hoist the girls up. So naturally Zhihao being the tallest became our stepping stone. The seniors were evil, randomly pouring down water trying to extinguish our flame, but thankfully we all emerged safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to NTU really hoping to bathe soon because it was way past 3am (which we heard would be bathing time). But not yet, we sat around somemore, some dozing off, some playing zi ji bie ren, and others HTHT-ing. The seniors refused to let anyone fall asleep, so they would cheer into their faces if they closed their eyes. We were at this station game and there was time to spare, so the programmers made the GLs entertain us. So our chief group leader was told to mingle with the dustbin. Mingling means to cheer with the dustbin in layman. So she did it, she went to the dustbin, shouted into it, and before we could expect, the other group leaders dumped her into the bin head first. It was crazy, at least we din't expect them to be that insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard the highlight of the night was yet to come, and all the seniors have returned just for this special highlight. Yet in my opinion, it was the most embarrassing night on earth. I must have repeated this story at least a million times because i can't help complaining, so if you've heard this before, skip the whole paragraph. Alright so this is the &lt;strong&gt;nanyang lake&lt;/strong&gt; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys and girls were separated.. then the girls were blindfolded.. They told us they were going to slide us into a lake. And that's the nanyang lake. The nanyang lake was known to be haunted or something. And so, i had to shout a guy's name from our og so he can save me, and once i hit waters i was supposed to tred water (like really hard), and they made it seem really realistic, offering life jackets to non swimmers (but in the end everyone took life jackets since they felt really insecure.) So they told us to shout the name loud and clear, or else nobody would save us if they couldn't hear. It seemed like such a long time before someone came to take me away from the group. This grand senior was so evil she brought me to stand beside a tree, then another grand senior came and asked me if i stood there for long, so he brought me to sit down by the road. The wind was so strong, we all froze under the dark sky. Amazingly we could hear waves, which made the lake so realistic. (Or maybe i was hallucinating) The grand senior, jonathan the heineken guy, sat and talked to me for a while, then he left me with a IQ question and never came back. With a 3 litre and 5 litre bottle how do you get 4 litres? I found the answer, and was waiting for him to verify it, but he never returned. I fell asleep in the cold and was finally brought away to the slide. I waited for such a long time, then i realised i was the last to slide down into the lake. So... since i was the last.. the ogl said: "You must shout the name plus JIAYOU!" (because the guys are all damn shagged after saving so many girls so the JIAYOU was supposed to be a morale booster.) So i slide down.. and i din't shout the JIAYOU because i thought it was stupid, but i shouted the name twice. (Just in case. haha) When i hit waters, water was only 5cm deep (STUPID $%^*&amp;amp;*()#$%^&amp;amp;*(()) and i was stupidly trying to find water to tred. Then this guy told me to remove my blindfold, and goodness me all the OG guys were staring at me at the bottom. And because i was the last one, i was lost when i reach the bottom. The OGLs were like "ok everyone thats the end climb up the hill now lets go~" Nobody told me what to do, so i was like what on earth? The water was gross. Soap and muddy water, it goes into the nostrils and the feeling is definately not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was near daybreak when it ended, so in our wet clothes we were on the bus ride to Sentosa. We bathed in the dark (toilet lights weren't on at 6am) and when we all finished bathing, the toilet lights suddenly came on. (you could imagine our frustrations.) There wasn't time to sleep, because before i had time to close my eyes it was time for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd day was &lt;strong&gt;station games at Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;, sand, water, beach games. There was this really gross station that we had to form a sandwich by passing ingredients down the line using body parts. So we had tomatos, cucumbers, bread, lettuce, mayonaisse, mustard passed down the line using our cheek, forehead, mouth, knee, elbow whatever. And because we were the slower team to complete, our poor CGL was put to the forfeit of biting from the sandwich. OMG. It's the worst forfeit ever. I swear some of the ingredients fell onto the sand. Lycan was good at the other games, we won the best costume performance, our superhero was Superwhore and i fell asleep standing up while the rest were discussing. Ops. hahaha. Ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we checked into our chalets, hung around a bit, and then at night we were told to grab our blindfolds again and head out. They love to make us blindfolded for god knows what reason. So they took us on a bus ride and we were blindfolded on the bus. At our destination we got off, stoned around a bit more, zhihao was leading in zi ji bie ren (it's amazing how we play that game in all conditions) and before i knew it, we were at the entrance of old changi hospital. Two girls and one guy to a group. So i was with jessica and weihao ( i think). The guys were supposed to protect the girls apparently, but jessica and i were more like protecting each other. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fright night&lt;/strong&gt; was pretty interesting. It was scary initially, we went from room to room performing tasks to get our clues. The first room we came to, i was made to enter this unlit toilet. The ghost told me to sit on the covered toilet bowl, then she came to me with her "baby" and told me to carry it. She made me sing a lullaby and i felt really stupid. The first song that came to my mind was "rock a bye baby" so i sang.... "Rock a bye baby on the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock....." Then, when i came to the 3rd verse i forgot the lyrics, so i asked the ghost "err.. what's the next line?" And you could imagine how she stared at me. So i hum a stupid tune, she got angry and slammed the toilet door. It was pitch dark for one second then she opened it again and told me to get out. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this other room that we came to, i was told to sit on a chair. The were 3 ghost in the room, one lying on the floor with a knife in his chest, one standing with a skipping rope around his neck and another female ghost (lyn!) sitting on a chair opposite me. Jessica was told to remove the skipping rope from the ghost neck and i had to look for a teddy bear. I thought the skipping rope guy would have it, so i searched around him. Then i saw a barbie doll, so i asked him, "is this the teddy bear?" and he said "yesssssss....." So i took the barbie doll and gave it to the female ghost and she shouted "I SAAID A TEDDY BEAR!!!!" -_-'' stupid guy lie to me. So i went to search for it where the ghost lay on the floor. Then i saw the teddy bear. I reached for it, and he jumped at me. (ok kind of expected.) Then when everything was done, the female ghost shouted for us to get lost. And the skipping rope guy slid on the floor and grabbed my leg. EVIL. I would have stepped on his hand if not for the OGLs telling us to be nice to our programmers when we were outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this station where the guy was told to stand outside the room and face the wall, while the girls entered the room and had to enter two seperate tomb like features and search for the clue. They were really evil, because they covered the tomb with the cloth once you entered, the caustrophobic people would have died inside. In the tomb that i entered, there were incense paper strewned all over, and a fake skeleton at the other corner of the tomb. Seconds later they dropped in a light stick and told us to search for the clue. Apparently there wasn't any clue inside, because they shouted "CLUE FOUND" after a while. Both tombs dint have any clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered telling weihao how lucky he was to have me and jessica as his group mates, because we were both so brave. Other girls would have freaked out and cried like mad. (which other OGs had.) Our OG had very brave girls (that was feedback from the ghosts) After fright night we returned back to chalet feeling very shagged. But we had to rehearsal for performance night the next day. Kudos to the skit committee for all the efforts, because we went to sleep and they were still rehearsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we had &lt;strong&gt;pool games&lt;/strong&gt;, seemed really fun but some of the girls had to sit out. There was courage jump which was jumping into the pool at diving lengths. Like those diving boards that sycronised jumpers in olympics would do. And i really wanted to try because it was like once in a lifetime experience. Zhiqiang was really scared, he stood up there for at least 10 mins and we cheered for him till we got tired haha. But he finally jumped and i felt really touched because i could imagine his anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night was &lt;strong&gt;performance night&lt;/strong&gt;, the performances were all really awesome. And considering the limited time we had to practise and get organised, it was awesome work. But of cos we still believe lycan's performance was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which was &lt;strong&gt;SP interaction&lt;/strong&gt;. So we were all blindfolded again. We got separated from our OGs and then i was sitting at one spot by myself. I could hear Mega talking to her SP. Hahaa. Then later this OGL came over and talked to me, asking me what was i thinking. So i said "Nothing much." But believe me it was far from nothing. I was trying to think of what to say later, then she told me my SP was coming and whether i was excited. so i said "Okay lah." And the next moment i could hear murmurings and my SP was brought here by another OGL. So we were supposed to talk and get to know each other, but we were more like entertaining the OGLs and there were lots of paparazzi around and we could feel flashlights everywhere as the OGLs made us get into weird positions. The funny part was that we were supposed to lie about our identity (means we cannot reveal our names or OG) so we were blatantly lying. (like i told him to make up his name and he made up a stupid name like TOM) And i thought such names appeared only in story books. So i introduced myself as coming from RJC despite wearing a vjc pe shirt. Because he said he was from nyp so i suaned him saying that i was smarter and whether he felt inferior. Then later an OGL came and spoilt my lie, saying "Oh so you're from VJ right?" But that's fine, since we were already blatantly lying. Then we played the traffic light game, he said he was evergreen, so i decided to say i was evergreen, and then his OGL made us do the V BOmb cheer modifying it such that it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v....................... bomb.&lt;br /&gt;v ah (x 3) bomb&lt;br /&gt;bomb ah (x3) v&lt;br /&gt;v ah bomb.&lt;br /&gt;bomb ah v&lt;br /&gt;we are we are we are .... evergreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it was retarded, but we were both sporting enough to do it and we kept hearing people sniggering at us when we talked. Later shi yuan brought me back to the OG and he thought we talked like long lost old friends with great chemistry. Anyway it was in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to chalet, totally losing track of time already. Had debriefing on the performance night and seniors and freshies exchanged our love for one another. Time passed really quickly and the next morning we woke up and were given a good make up during breakfast. We were all so tired, even the OGLs woke up late. Hahaha. So we rushed around, put on make up and went on for our &lt;strong&gt;food trail&lt;/strong&gt;. We played the taiwan variety show 十字路口 and we went all over bugis with clues of our next station. In our hedious make up and big group that we travelled around in, we definately attracted alot of attention, not to mention making alot of noise. And for god knows what reason, weihao was made to do a forfeit. He had to go into Cheers and say to the cashier "Can i have some CHINGCHANGGONGGANG." It was hilarious and we left Cheers shouting "SMU gather!!" though the seniors were obviously wearing shirts that spelled NTU. We went around stations doing stunts and getting rewards of good food like the famous wanton mee, herbal soup, duck rice, desserts, indian rojak and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we checked into another chalet in pasir ris, washed up and got dressed for SP night. It was a really weird idea. The girls were in the chalet rooms and the guys were waiting outside the door. The feeling was really weird, like the grooms coming to get the brides before a wedding. Then when we were all ready, the girls sat in the living room and the guys came in in threes, slowly being takan-ed before picking the girl up. The guys were to bring the girls on a date, pay for everything, and take taxi (not bus or walk). Poor things. haha. So my SP brought me to this very ulu place called sunset grill near seletar airport. We took a cab there, and actually came to a dead end. -_-'' It's that ulu. So we had the taxi uncle wait for us about an hour while we had our meal because no taxi driver would know how to access that place. The guys were attentive and nice, probably afraid we girls would complain and ruin their reputation! hahhaa. Afterwards we headed for butter factory and there i had my first clubbing experience. It was ok... my OG was really enthusiastic so we just got pulled onto the dance floor, drank abit and before we knew it, it was time to leave. We went back to chalet and was dying to sleep. But because it was the last night together, the seniors din't want us to sleep. We sat around and HTHT, playing the handphone game (which i thought was ultra stupid, plus my phone was dying so i just leeched on others. haha.), then i finally gave up and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was more station games and we had this checkers mat where we played snake and ladder with the other OGs and compete to get to square 100 while completing the station games. Then we got the bad news of having to break camp early due to virus spreading around camp. Lots of people have gotten the fever and were sent home already, and there were h1n1 suspects. It was sad, but lycan sat around and HTHT some more till evening and finally broke camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life is hitting in, and there's alot of getting used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7098290613093198874?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7098290613093198874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7098290613093198874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7098290613093198874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7098290613093198874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/07/nbs-foc.html' title='NBS FOC'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8750404985555662312</id><published>2009-07-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:30:25.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post week reflections.</title><content type='html'>This week has been really great, i've maximized my slacking time to the fullest and made people feel appreciate. My most awesome friend taught me to appreciate people recently, and i've been practising. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud to make the E component of JEMs smile so brightly after the very disastrous class celebration on the weekends. Yeah it was worth all the effort for you jiemei, though my acting wasn't fool-proof convincing, at least there was a helpful waitress to back me up. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spree was horrible. hahaha. You should change your style roy.&lt;br /&gt;Harry potter was fine, Obsessed was good. I enjoyed the company nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;And of cos my first sex on the beach last week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all set for uni~ Time to party more!&lt;br /&gt;But i've no time to drive! OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8750404985555662312?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8750404985555662312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8750404985555662312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8750404985555662312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8750404985555662312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-week-reflections.html' title='Post week reflections.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-1856425287139523906</id><published>2009-07-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:37:25.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hongkong finale.</title><content type='html'>It was a start to a terribly auntie day. Maybe we call it a bad dress day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="274" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/auntieday.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never had much problems getting out of bed, because mega mummy was always first out of bed to start the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early this morning (not that early actually we wake up at approximately the same time everyday) to catch a train to Tung Chung Station where we would ride a cable car up to the monastery on lantau island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="403" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/cablecar.jpg" width="598" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable car ride was really long as compared to that in Singapore. Like obviously, Singapore has no mountain what's there to ride up. So we told stories and got excited while camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="301" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/windy.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="303" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/cablecarview.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on lantau island and had to climb a long flight of steps to reach the buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 403px" height="551" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/lantauisland.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short as it may seem, my legs felt tight after the climb. Guilty of lacking exercise. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="398" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/atthetop.jpg" width="601" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishment! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the buddha, we went back to shop in our district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we visited Victoria Peak. It was the best day we had, yet the sloppiest outfit we could conjure, totally inappropriate for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="404" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/thetram.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the tram that took us up to the peak. The steepness is at an amazing 45degrees (my own approximation) and we were imagining it descending like a roller coaster. It seems like a long and steady ride, apparently it's supposed to take us to the peak in seven minutes. The best ride this trip, despite having travelled by all kinds of transport ranging from sampans to cable cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Madamn Tussade because we had complimentary tickets. We had a hell lot of fun laughing at our pictures in the hotel room when we got back, as we zoomed in on the unglam shots and made sarcastic comments. The people next door must have thought there were hyenas living in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madamn Tussade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="402" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/meandjay.jpg" width="602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first that caught our eye. It's supposed to impress meigui, but apparently she has seen too many of waxed jays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="403" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/megapresident.jpg" width="339" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="311" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/elainepresident.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="309" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/president.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to act like president, but i couldn't keep from smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about acting like queen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="361" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/queen.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crown wouldn't stand properly, i look like a shagged queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="284" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/kapoauntie.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapo par sat Auntie trying to see what's up with shakespear..&lt;br /&gt;Shakespear:" What is she looking at?" *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="604" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/jackie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie:"Par sat auntie getting her hands all over me.." Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="577" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/husbandandwife.jpg" width="366" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizah thinks we look like husband and wife~ hahahaa. So the outfit fits a homely scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typically like these pictures with James bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="603" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/jamesmega.jpg" width="401" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="577" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/jameselaine.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="507" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/yaoming.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attempt to block yaoming's shot, but i look like a dwarf beside him. Successful jump shot though. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to visiting Madamn Tussade at ShangHai! Madamn Tussade at Hongkong is too limited! I din't even see any badminton players =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we took a cab back to our hotel. The taxi drivers are seriously skilled. They drive at a speed which amazes me, it feels just as exciting riding a taxi as on a roller coaster. Ironically the roads are more congested than in Singapore, yet the speed limit is higher and they overtake at curves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to fly by and before we knew it, it was time to head home and face reality. We did last minute shopping at Stanley after a long bus ride on the last day. We saw buses that were powered by electricity and runs on cables and tracks. If they ran out of tracks on windy days then bro says people will have to push it back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="285" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/landmark.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we stayed for the past few days in HOng kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="272" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/kimberlyhotel.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly Hotel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 459px" height="593" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/creamylasagne.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had creamy lasagne for the first time in the spaghetti house at the hongkong airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="286" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/thespaghouse.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip with the JEMs. Next destination- Korea! Don't count on me. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-1856425287139523906?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1856425287139523906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=1856425287139523906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1856425287139523906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1856425287139523906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/07/hongkong-finale.html' title='Hongkong finale.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4839567466521654847</id><published>2009-07-06T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:48:42.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong kong Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The sun was up really early. At 6.45am it felt like 9am in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="292" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/tea.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breakfast was at a cafe near our hotel. This morning was on tight schedule because we were expected on a half day city tour. As soon as we sat down at a table, three cups of tea dropped in front of us. That was the practice i realised, when we sit down at an eatery they immediately served you drinks - usually tea or water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="256" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/breakfast.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="241" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/toast-1.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still prefer the toast from hongkong cafe in singapore, it tastes more crispy and thicker, not flat looking like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="399" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/tourguide.jpg" width="598" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tourguide, who was trying very hard to be funny. That poor guy, nobody laughs at his jokes. Let's give him some credit. We were brought to some tourist spots and manufactures, but we concluded that we would be better off on our own because the people there were pretty pushy in making us purchase their goods, it made us feel very bad for rejecting them. But anyway we still made the best out of the tour, enjoying the sights that we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Bohemian Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="597" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/goldenbohemiansquare.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="295" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/bythecoast.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="309" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/ustgtagain.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="375" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/ustgt.jpg" width="557" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="557" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/tallesttower.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the tallest tower in Hongkong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 451px" height="603" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/funny.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aberdeen Fishing Village&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the name suggests, this is a fishing village where the villagers lived on their ships, sampans, boats (whatever you call it) for their entire lives. The younger generation has moved on to land (because of government policy) while the older generation are entitled to freedom of choice. We rode on a sampan to see the living conditions, and it wasn't exactly like paradise. The waters were littered, and the ships were rundown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="401" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/lifeonboat.jpg" width="603" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="311" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/saltedfish.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salted fish being dried in the sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="288" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/sampandriver.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our sampan driver, once again we din't expect it to be another business gimmick. She surprised us when she uncovered a whole lot of souveniors which were already nicely laid out under a blanket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="393" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/speedboat.jpg" width="599" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, the mode of transport was by boat. What else did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="403" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/uswithjumborestaurant.jpg" width="602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The renowned jumbo floating restaurant in the backdrop. Apparently the food isn't that fantastic as our tourguide suggested that we could get better food out there because people are paying for the decorations (as expected).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repulse Bay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supposingly the nicest beach in Hongkong where some of the richest people live nearby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="402" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/jackiechanupthere.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our tourguide said Jackie Chan lives up there in one of the houses and if we wanted to have tea with Jackie we could tell him because he knew Jackie very well, but the problem is Jackie din't know him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="403" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/repulsebay.jpg" width="593" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="405" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/meonrepulsebay.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="393" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/suntan.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="402" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/suntanning.jpg" width="557" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also visited a herbal shop and jewellery shop which we din't enjoy (as expected)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were dismissed at Tsim Sha Tsui and lunch was on our own.&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="400" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/lunch.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried the noodles there and it was unusually salty. I swear it wasn't my fault.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the evening, we went to see the avenue of stars. It was a performance that occurs every evening at 8pm. The buildings would all light up with lights and act in sync with music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avenue of Stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="402" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/lights.jpg" width="359" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We sat along the coast and enjoyed the sea breeze. It was somewhat like the boat quay just many times better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="403" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/avenueofstars.jpg" width="594" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very pretty sight :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="604" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/avenueofstarsvenue.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="587" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/prettynightlights.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nicely coloured buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 489px" height="483" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/nathanroad.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided to walk back to our hotel after the show, at the same time doing some shopping along the streets. We walked along our favourite Nathan Road, and scary people randomly talked to us which we just ignored (because we din't know what they were saying) and there were people touting and telling us they had rooms to rent if we wanted. 0.o In the Tsim Sha Tsui area, we were casually shopping and decided to head back to the hotel when the shops started closing. And with a wrong turn, we got lost. The streets all looked the same and with only the night pubs left open, some streets were dark. Random girls walked out looking drunk. We found our way back eventually, we just needed to follow the right signs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4839567466521654847?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4839567466521654847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4839567466521654847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4839567466521654847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4839567466521654847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/07/hong-kong-day-2.html' title='Hong kong Day 2'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-389134509243344636</id><published>2009-07-05T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:45:43.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HK day 1</title><content type='html'>Yeah i'm back from Hongkong (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful time with my lovely jiemeis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a few days together, we saw the unglam side of each other, had late night heart to heart talks, camwhored like nobody's business, laughed till we cried and got comfortable in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="246" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/airport.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been the most carefree holiday that we could ask for, hindered by the fear of influenzaA. The plan has been postponed time and again, but eventually we still went ahead with it as local cases got uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really great travelling with friends, because we learn to be independent. Everywhere we went it's handphone-wallet-passport-camera check before leaving. We got on the plane (unglam photos with mask on facebook) and arrived in HOngKoNg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="351" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/airporthk.jpg" width="435" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some minor crop ups when we arrived, because we couldn't find the person who was supposed to pick us up. So we contemplated between calling the airport hotline and standing around to wait, indeed the latter was more user friendly. True enough, the person appeared before us, we couldn't locate him because he wasn't holding the recognition card nor was he standing at the spot where we were to find him. tsk tsk slacker. But anyway he was friendly and helped us take a photo in hongkong airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="261" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/hkairport.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on the coach that would take us to our hotel- Kimberly Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was OMG empty and we had the bus to ourselves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="304" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/tome.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="314" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/onourown.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="309" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/wholebus.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="308" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/123.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberly Hotel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="288" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/hotel.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="395" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/ourroom.jpg" width="597" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="269" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/restandrelax.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="276" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/meandelaine.jpg" width="409" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 489px" height="609" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/meandelaineagain.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="307" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/meandmega.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After enough of camwhoring in our room which was still nice and tidy, we went out to shop. There wasn't much to do because half the day was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="399" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/outsideourroom.jpg" width="594" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="343" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/buyingoctopuscards.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing our Octopus cards.. Taking cab across the island is Expensive because we had to pay Toll. We learnt that one day. We had a little advice from our "tour guide" to take cab within the island and MTR across island. Hongkong could be divided into Kowloon, Lautau and Hong kong islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="317" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/shopping.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="316" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/tiredaftershopping.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked along Nathan Road (which stretches for at least three MTR stations) and in ladies street (we had no idea it was) till we got so tired, and Elaine craved for bubble tea~ "Pearls! I'll buy pearls if i see pearls!" They had this big cup of bubble tea that cost about S$2plus which they call Gong Cha, the queue was super long, business was continuous. We saw it on the first day but skipped it because we were still enthusiastic about other things. By day 3, elaine's cravings just couldn't be resisted. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="400" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/crowdedstreets.jpg" width="461" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stood by the street looking on at the crowd, enjoying our desired bubble tea. Hongkong had twice as much land as Singapore and twice as many people. But 75% of the land were mountain hence that makes flat land extremely populated. The buildings were very tall, each residential building were easily forty storeys high. And we had dinner at Ajisen Ramen. Apparently Ajisen in Hongkong has a different menu from that in Singapore and we were recommended to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="402" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/ajisen.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 492px" height="612" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/terrorist.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious character. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We continued shopping and took photos of the street after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="384" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/vjcbrand.jpg" width="497" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We came across a VJC shop. LOL. Which was EX. At that time the shop was already closed because we were walking back to the hotel. And we looked like terrorist suspiciously taking photos infront of a dark shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="580" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/vjc.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Irony of the signboards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of day one. To be continued..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-389134509243344636?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/389134509243344636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=389134509243344636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/389134509243344636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/389134509243344636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/07/hk-day-1.html' title='HK day 1'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-1596241937157311621</id><published>2009-06-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:31:44.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABT alumni BBQ.</title><content type='html'>Last saturday was spent barbequing on east coast beach with ABT members from five batches. A very rare occasion considering such an event occured once in two years. Therefore i'm very sorry to s56, especially beloved, for not spending much time with you guys despite being on the same beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="290" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/5163_114730283763_761088763_2869059.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some crop ups here and there throughout the organising process (thanks to meigui for all the efforts!), it was still pretty successful though we got cheated of two packs of hotdogs and a wiremesh. (See who say no need to check!) But that's fine. I wrote a complain plus commending (for the friendly driver) email to BBQwholesale Centre already and we will get a voucher of $17.00, to compensate as a refund. Haha. Got to commend their service if not they wouldn't bother to respond right? lol. So the voucher is valid for a year ok. I'll keep stock with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And east coast park was really crowded. The four of us, jeremy jonathan meigui and i were carrying the BBQ stuff and walking up and down the beach trying to look for an empty table. Then we finally spotted one after what felt like an endless walk with heavy loads in our hands. Good training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="604" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/bdkids.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this picture was funny. Like the two birthday people singing to each other while the people in the background look like they weren't bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time BBQing in the dark, unable to tell if our marshmellows were roasted or chicken wings were burnt. We din't know East Coast Park was that dark at night without sunlight nor nearby streetlamps, only the avid BBQers and campers there brought their own table lamps or torches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 374px" height="603" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/bbqing.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks pretty bright here? No it's actually very dark. There was no way to tell what you were eating. So yongkiat says:" The chao dar chicken wings will be sent to the table. They can only go Mmm crispy chicken wings." Tsk tsk. This is a picture from a flashless Monica, hence it shows the true darkness at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="345" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/dark.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="354" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/girls.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the girls. And the table where all the burnt food went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice time camwhoring, making coach feel old as much as we tried to make him feel belonged. Lol. More pictures on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="365" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/5163_114730533763_761088763_2869101.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the hougang, sengkang and angmokio people squeezed into spiky's van to get transported home. To be precise, only 5 passengers were allowed in the back. So the guys told us girls to bend our heads, which doesn't make sense. People outside would think why these guys have seats but wouldn't sit. Haha. But who cares we still camwhored in the van anyway, and successfully got everyone in the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying off tomorrow, back on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;And i really want my camp brochures.................... where are they?!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope it din't get lost in the mail. Everyone seems to have it except me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-1596241937157311621?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1596241937157311621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=1596241937157311621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1596241937157311621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1596241937157311621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/06/abt-alumni-bbq.html' title='ABT alumni BBQ.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4300813911365032428</id><published>2009-06-24T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:05:49.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella farewell..</title><content type='html'>Yeah gf has gone away... It'll be a long time before we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to say goodbye even though you're really hard to satisfy. You're small but that doesn't deter you from having strong character, insisting on lunching at MRT though the food sucks like anything, fighting back against GuoGe's lau pa sat when the rest of us knew better to keep to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your endless whining and fussing with roy the boy almost drove me nuts, but i still survived anyway. Haha. We didn't have enough time to know one another better, and once upon a time, we doubted our friendship. We sat at our cosy corner and analysed whether we would call when it rained, and we concluded that we wouldn't. How about now? Roy would you still hesitate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPF, the great place where we knew one another and was wonderful to slack. Though i was constantly the target to bully, that's fine as long as you're happy. (Lol that sounds cheesy.) At rubber band wars i was bombarded with countless rubberbands, but my very nice employee Alvin merely sat there and pick up rubberbands, sometimes warning you guys that the ground was flooded by rubberbands. (At times like this i miss GuoGe who would help me to shoot back. Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard Isomnia a million times (I hope it reminds you of me. haha.) and i created silly actions to entertain you. We talked about sisters and shared stories... and songs! It was great to be able to relate, and realise how western and chinese thinkings could actually deviate. (Much to Roy's frustrations.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great time at the airport with us, because i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="351" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Picture031.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy's bag is shiny cos' he's the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="359" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Picture024.jpg" width="563" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="375" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Picture023.jpg" width="579" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF you should feel threatened. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="466" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Picture030.jpg" width="613" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ready for a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since i laughed so hard, ironically it was at your farewell. Then i realised all the clown shots contained hannah. And the scrapbook! Hope you like it. Because i made great sacrifices like giving my first time to Roy. I'm sorry to betray you, but it's all for your sake. Yeah the day that i said Roy was picking me up before we headed for Bukit timah plaza, I was at my friend's house doing things, Roy was my friend. My friend din't offer me lunch nor breakfast, just biscuit and bread, so both of us were so hungry for the whole day. Yes and my friend bought me green tea. So Roy had been self praising all the way when he said my friend was so nice. And why couldn't i tell you the reason behind my cold war with GuoGe, because he din't turn up, how was i to tell you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're doing great, playing with snowballs, wrapped up like snowman. Remember your promise to blog, update us while GuoGe and i will support your long distance love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="365" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Picture043.jpg" width="437" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally wasted the chance to hug! Though we said bring back an ang-mo boyfriend, you shouldn't believe i want a love rival right?LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love from GF. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="353" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Picture041.jpg" width="557" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;On another note, happy birthday to my "most awesome friend"! We should meet up soon before i fly off ok. Or god knows when i'll be able to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4300813911365032428?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4300813911365032428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4300813911365032428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4300813911365032428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4300813911365032428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/06/bella-farewell.html' title='Bella farewell..'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3297699575685976132</id><published>2009-06-22T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:00:12.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean lang</title><content type='html'>It's coming to one month since i stopped working, but trust me i haven't felt bored yet. It's weird when i wake up and realise "hey there's no work to do" and get on to lazing in bed for a good few hours. My june hols (sound like i'm on school vacation) has been purely rest and relax, chilling out when i feel like it, or movie marathon at own time own target, occasionally doing constructive work in the comfort of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i took up Korean courses at Cambridge language school with my good buddy. One of the first few phrases my teacher taught was "she war yo" which means It's easy, but really it's far from easy. Some of the other students sound so experienced and knowledgable i wonder what they were sitting there for. On the other hand, the teacher could randomly throw me a sentence in Korean and stare intently at me for a response, but i could only shrug my shoulders (which was totally embarrasing) So the tip to survival was staring at the book to avoid eye contact, or try to copy others' answer. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wae han gu pae wor yo?" which means why are you learning korean?&lt;br /&gt;"huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;-teacher moves on to ask the next student-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the teacher tries her best to make us feel less stressed (she likes to say, if you dunno, just forget.), the lesson still feels pretty pressurising maybe because the other students are so good at it. (I secretly think they attended the lessons twice, if not why am i always the last to arrive in class. LOL) Maybe i'd paid more attention if the teacher was a handsome korean. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July should get more exciting. We'll be flying to hongkong pretty soon! And fact trails! And camps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3297699575685976132?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3297699575685976132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3297699575685976132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3297699575685976132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3297699575685976132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/06/korean-lang.html' title='Korean lang'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-5462723921133858769</id><published>2009-05-31T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:17:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The consultant asked me if i knew any korean and i blatantly said "konnichiwa!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-5462723921133858769?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5462723921133858769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=5462723921133858769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5462723921133858769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5462723921133858769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/05/consultant-asked-me-if-i-knew-any.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-1374912195079399179</id><published>2009-05-29T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:48:44.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CPF</title><content type='html'>It's my last day at CPF today, after four and a half months of payment advices, payment advices and more payment advices. No actually there's still calling and slacking. (More of the latter.) I really enjoyed my time there, and made a few nice friends for keeps. I guess i'll really miss the people and place, though there are some i rather not remember for their nastiness. Good luck guys, to those who are still roaming around there! Boss here enjoyed slacking away the last week at CPF, skipping necessary routines, assigning jobs to the new "employers under me" and watching movies secretly at the cosy corner. XD It's a little sad to leave, but it's a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Roy, hope you wouldn't feel the emptiness (i'm sure you will) without MS and bella - the clown to laugh at and the laughing companion. Bella's heart will be with you, always. ^^ Your merlion is so nice, specially chosen with a crown i probably wouldn't bear to lose it. -_-'' And see you at NTU, you've NO choice. Remember our pact to meet with you-know-who at night. ;) And you promise to fetch me home for weekends, Dont forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Noel, I knew you din't have special powers to produce food. Salt and pepper just came from Macdonalds. I could do it too. Next time when there is a chance, i'll show you! ;) You're a great slacker, i could tell. But maybe you're still new. Welcome to the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Alvin, you're the true blue employee though Noel and Jonathan called me boss in the card. You're lucky chap to be at the cosy table. Remember to avoid you-know-who, don't step on her toes while topping the noise at CPF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jonathan, you're so random! Whats with cats and money?! You're a pro slacker, you probably learn to slack your way through with easy money. Don't override me in being slack! Keep your anime going and impress me with your hacking skills. Heh. Hope we meet again in Sengkang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eejia! You got to come K with us someday! Then i can see you again! Bet you'll miss me =P And you're not the first to call me crazy woman, but it's ok i totally accept it :D i just love brightening your day LOL! Stay in contact? NO. It's stay in contact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Tricia! Thanks for the card, and you'll probably exceed my score in STD because you're staying on in CPF. hahaha. Go easy on it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eunice! Haha thanks for your blessing.. you should ask roy to tell you what rosnah gave me for farewell (provided that he remembers).. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Cheryl! Haha now you've the most experienced Eunice to be with you. Nothing to fear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-1374912195079399179?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1374912195079399179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=1374912195079399179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1374912195079399179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1374912195079399179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/05/cpf.html' title='CPF'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-1407242240557057474</id><published>2009-05-25T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:35:01.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog URL</title><content type='html'>It's not going to be badminton1st anymore. It was back in those days that badminton was my pride and passion. Now it feels like that stage of life has past and there are going to be new focuses soon enough. Right now i just want to make the best out of the rest of holidays before school starts officially. Life's enigmatic at times, we've no idea how we scrape through rough times but we just do, time flies when you're having fun and we never getting enough of sleep and fun. My tutee has a older sister in J2, and everytime i see her studying i would think back on those mugging days i had before prelims and As, and can't help but scrounge at the thought of waking at 6am to study and sleeping at 1am as a daily routine. Life's blissful now folks, no worries about homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-1407242240557057474?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1407242240557057474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=1407242240557057474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1407242240557057474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1407242240557057474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog-url.html' title='New blog URL'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-5265655486026334555</id><published>2009-05-16T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:29:17.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>failing tp</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe the kind of disappointment i felt yesterday after failing the TP test, probably as much as friends who din't get into medicine. It was so bad i din't had mood for anything, cancelling appointments, rejecting calls and ignoring messages. At maximum state i even rejected my instructor for a lunch treat. Who had mood for his stunts at that point in time? I'm so sorry to those who were concerned, but i'm fine now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a suicide case at my block yesterday and my mum came home telling us not to brood too much over unhappy stuff, then i realise there was more to life... than my coveted driving liscence. Though i was pretty sure i would get it, and leave behind all the trainings, circuits and crazy stints from my instructor. Now i'm still stuck with these for a few more months. It's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful for my supportive family and friends, special mention to gf for being ever so sweet. haha. &gt;&lt; and happy roy for dedicating your well wishes though i din't see it and offering to be my chauffeur (according to cutie) , and GG for trying so hard to keep me happy. And of course my other friends who wished me luck and waiting for me to chauffeur them around, i'm sorry to disappoint you all. =/ I promise i'll be more careful next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-5265655486026334555?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5265655486026334555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=5265655486026334555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5265655486026334555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5265655486026334555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/05/failing-tp.html' title='failing tp'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-6557559766991819783</id><published>2009-05-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:48:17.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>INSOMNIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i would fall in love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;But it grew from a simple crush, crush, crush, crush.&lt;br /&gt;Being without you girl, I was all messed up, up, up, up.&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out, said that you'd had enough-nough-nough-nough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a fool, Girl i know&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time, you'll change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;Til this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember telling my boys that i'd never fall in love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;You used to think i could never find a girl i could trust, trust, trust, trust.&lt;br /&gt;And then you walked into my life and it was all about us, us, us, us.&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm sitting here thinking i messed the whole thing up, up, up, up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a fool, Girl i know&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in time, you'll change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;Til this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i just can't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause it feels like i've fallen for you&lt;br /&gt;It's getting way too deep&lt;br /&gt;And i know that it's love because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more)&lt;br /&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me&lt;br /&gt;Til this house feels like it did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-6557559766991819783?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8018624.post-8755591652929773259</id><published>2009-05-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:55:14.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This would still be the first time blogging at work because after GG is gone, i've a personal computer of my own. Great in the sense that nobody would nag at me for slacking (apart from the perms that we still have to hide from) which GG always did, but then again it means i'll be on my own from now, without a 24hr punch bag for me to vent all emotions on. haha. kidding. Work's free and easy, we slack like never before and get more open in slacking. Just as i speak, bella's working on her suduko while roy works on his tution assignment. So we are getting paid to slack? Just be a little on the vigilant side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the worsening of the H1N1 virus, plans for travelling have to be put on hold. We were so bent on going then this had to happen at this time. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week some of the ABT members finally met up to play badminton after ages since we last played. I always end up playing horribly and lacking the drive after a long haitus with my racket. As i started off playing, i was hitting air because i totally lost touch with the shuttle. (pun intended). After a little warm up, things got better, but still i'm better off warming the bench. We got hungry and headed for Botak Jones with our army boys, hoping to get a discount. But nope, there wasn't any special price for being Botak. We had a nice chat and heard about the nasty things that happened during the confinement period of our guys, then it was time to bid goodbye till the next time we could meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This labour day weekend must be the most coveted weekend for most people, army boys bookout, most if not all uni exams end and a long weekend break from work for the girls. Caught TAKEN at The Cathay, motivated by the Labour Day promotion of free popcorn which i din't claim in the end, because my companion was no popcorn lover. But that's ok because the show was fantastic and i was kept pretty awake throughout the show awaiting the next action, (and it's amazing because i can even fall asleep during horror movies and shows starring Zac Efon aka 17 again.) Following that, we had our chilling session at CitySpace which was nice and cosy. hahaha. Atmosphere was good, pretty cool bird eye's view of the city, nice music and of cos great company. Plus point would be the toilet presented with bright orange lights with salad-like bowl basins, filled to the brim sanitizers alongside neat stacks of soft tissue. (contributed by clarabella) In this influenza period where personal hygience is &lt;em&gt;imperative&lt;/em&gt;, i &lt;em&gt;advocate&lt;/em&gt; you guys to visit this place to wash your hand if not the effects would be&lt;em&gt; detrimental&lt;/em&gt; to you and the society. (contributed by Roy, internal joke intended.) But i guess keppel bay was still unbeatable. Photos not available due to a protesting camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends passed pretty quickly and it's back to work again. Experienced some pretty traumatising stuff during driving lessons, shall not post it but i'm so gonna get my licence soon. Counting down to 11 days.. Let me pass on my first try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8755591652929773259?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8755591652929773259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8755591652929773259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8755591652929773259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8755591652929773259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-would-still-be-first-time-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7825774282151376703</id><published>2009-04-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:29:38.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah my best working partner has moved on to be a better man and left me behind in CPF. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In days without guo-ge (GG) , life's terrible. Every day seems like years, every hour seems like days, every minute seems like hours and you know what seconds seems like. Hahaha. That's quoted from my gf (clarabelle aka clarabella).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of work without GG (horrible initials), i was first to arrive at work! (We were never first to arrive at work after "reaching early minutes" couldn't be claimed. LOL!) But now i din't have to camp at the mrt in the morning so i was especially early. At 8.25am not a single soul has arrived. 0.o Then i was hit on the raw nerve when Siti went "Orh your good friend not here already ahhhh..." (kena suan la sh*t)  -_-'' So i spent a good few hours emo-ing. Luckily the other perms had enough EQ to not bring up the sensitive subject, haha. Or maybe they just couldnt be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love birds sitting opposite me were great, because they were the pretty and cute clarabella and her handsome and smart roy, both on mission -- "FORGET GG" . LOL! They heard of the story titled "3 days after first 3 months" so for 3 days after "the day GG left", nothing should remind me of GG. No 30th floor, No amoy, No lau pa sat, No ai-mei LOL... and the list continues.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we had cafe for lunch 2 days in a row, and i've thus exceeded budget. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cosy corner became especially friendly after GG's departure, the seats were free for switching, own time own target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/cosycorner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous occupants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/grp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. So one day clarabella was sitting at my seat (beside the phone.) Then it started to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Hello CPF board..&lt;br /&gt;Employer(E): Jaslyn there?&lt;br /&gt;C: Hold on..&lt;br /&gt;*Clarabella looked amused and thought it sounded like GG.&lt;br /&gt;**I got on the line..&lt;br /&gt;J: Hello Jaslyn speaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It did sound like GG. But i din't think much about it.In short, Employer was supposed to tell me some details.. And instead i was read my own details. (exact story not convenient to divulge here) So apparently GG was prank calling.* So the conv went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Can you write it down.. ***&lt;br /&gt;J: What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;*And the rest of the temps turned and stared at my exclaimation -_- maluating. thanks GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Life still goes on. When it's time to go, we've to leave things behind. Keep in touch with your bro and his cute and pretty clarabelle ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/claraandroy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random day after lunch we met a Coffee Bean Mascot! So we clowned around with it for a while and was 15 mins late for work. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/coffeebean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best working buddy in CPFB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7825774282151376703?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7825774282151376703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7825774282151376703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7825774282151376703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7825774282151376703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-my-best-working-partner-has-moved-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3104891252567034957</id><published>2009-04-16T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:01:17.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CPFB</title><content type='html'>Yes i know it's been long, it's april. My determination to blog at least once a month has failed me. I realised after working for three months at CPF i haven't once talked about it. So yes, i've been busy scrutinising CPF forms, sending letters, extracting discrepancy cases and many other technical stuff that non CPF-cians (credits to ROY due to Hongchao's card) probably wouldn't comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been great so far, because the peers are nice and friendly (just for the stalkers to see) and the supervisors are generous and nice and stocks up our temps' pantry once in a while (except for some that we constantly bitch about). Apart from work, we have learnt to spot the difference on facebook, Sudoku on "TODAY" and "WO BAO" and race around in "crazy taxi". That's pretty much that we've learnt in that wonderful working environment where we look out for each other while lazing around in our "fish tank". It's called a fish tank because it's a room where all the temps in the DM dept work, but it's freakingly transparent to the perms outside and we look like fishes swimming around on red chairs. (ok fine, make us guppies, the smallest fish in the sea. Bosses are sharks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's great, time flies by during lunch and break (that's when we're having fun). So far it hasn't struck me to start counting down to knock off time (because other depts do while they stone their time away). There used to be dear xiangjun, jinyong and winston at lunch, but they all left one by one, even the surviving soul aka winlittlepig is leaving soon for army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside stories about staff shall not be disclosed here. But rumours sure spread like wildfire in that 33rd storey of CPFB right? Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3104891252567034957?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3104891252567034957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3104891252567034957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3104891252567034957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3104891252567034957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/04/cpfb.html' title='CPFB'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8957542532729796963</id><published>2009-02-28T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:08:37.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementary school days.</title><content type='html'>Hi i'm back after eons! Maybe no one's reading badminton1st anymore they got tired of seeing me thank my friends for the birthday surprise, then people gave up persuading me to blog through the tagboard.. But hey it's sincerity you see, cos' Gratitude is on front page (front of the page) for almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i met up with old schoolmates from elementary after a good six donkey years. I've to say it was the first time i appeared for a gathering despite various invitation (some i din't even hear of), so i'm considered rare guest. So my new year resolution shall be to be less antisocial (not that i was), and it was a long time since i had such good laughs cranking up jokes with random people whom i haven't seen in ages. Some have changed to the extent that i wouldn't recognise them on the streets but others look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling, reminiscing about those childish acts that we did when we were 10, and realise how we've all matured and grown. In our primary school days, we gave each other nicknames, like how kitty khoo can be "chicken backside" (translate to chinese for effect) or rachel goh can be "chili goh" (translate to chinese for effect) . To be mean, we can call fat people "fatty bom bom".. and realised how stupid they all sound and we laughed our heads off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days, whichever boy you sat with was your boyfriend (thats ultimate, i probably had lots of boyfriends then, and changing one each day.) and so aaron was my boyfriend for a year. Friends wrote "you jump i jump" on our tables and on my birthday card by zhixuan was "jaslyn + aaron = jack + rose = titanic" (maybe titanic was hot stuff at that time). Boy am i good to keep cards dated way back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were pretty healthy back then, self initiating captain ball matches with 6B, and having a showdown till unhappiness arose. Everyday after school we headed for hougang cc like free birds with no homework to do, and played ball for a straight 3 hours. Our showdown was brought to attention to the HOD of Pe and Science (i wonder why) and HOD of Sci asked with concern..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who Won?"&lt;br /&gt;"We won.. but they want a rematch."&lt;br /&gt;"No! no rematch we won!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got so good, HOD of pe suggested that i join netball in secondary school. But i got stuck with badminton without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't met for such a long time that we forgot some people in the class. And there was a trend going on at that time where "No fringe and high socks were cool". At that age, girls with long hair tied their hair back till no fringes were seen. It was a phase that long haired girls would go through and it's evidently proven! 10 girls in my class were long haired and all had the same hairstyle, goodness me. And that goes the same for sam's sis and xj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flipped through zhixuan's old autograph book, and we laughed at ourselves for rating our friends as gold friends, silver friends, bronze friends.. or head, shoulder, knees and toes. -__-&lt;br /&gt;And the hates in our class, thank goodness they weren't checking out the autograph book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8957542532729796963?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8957542532729796963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8957542532729796963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8957542532729796963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8957542532729796963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/02/elementary-school-days.html' title='Elementary school days.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-162981323536885267</id><published>2009-01-02T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:12:07.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft toy party!</title><content type='html'>Let me express my gratitude to my friends, organisers and host for making it particularly memorable for me in my eighteen years by dedicating a post to this particular event . Eve of new year's eve was supposedly a s56 gathering at yanjie's house. The plan was a countdown to new year's eve, stayover, followed by a birthday celebration for Amanda at Sentosa the next day (and god knows why no one invited me to it) Coincidently, weeyang was organising a ABT gathering at Sentosa the next day. Such coincidence i should have realised, but the two pictures din't link at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was at yanjie's house after an afternoon of kboxing, expecting many people to have arrived but i was so wrong. I was the early bird and ended up playing 'UNO' with yanjie and his brother ._. cheap thrill. haha. Then slowly people started to stream in. I found it pretty amusing because amanda came and passed me a present and i told her "Hmm let me guess. It must be a soft toy." and James continued with "can you not be so smart?". The next moment ziyang came and handed me another package. "Don't tell me it's another soft toy." and Hari continued with "It's soft, it must be a soft toy!" after squeezing the package. I had no idea what was in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got the message from weeyang that the ABT gathering at sentosa tomorrow was cancelled. I was disappointed but there was no reason to be, because i was in good company. While mahjong-ing, people around were behaving suspiciously especially doreen, jon, elaine and yanjie, i just din't mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from a toilet break, i heard yanjie telling his parents that they needed to off the lights because "something i din't quite catch". At least i thought it was in preparation for the celebration for Amanda. How should i know that when the lights went off, the room started singing "Happy Birthday" and from the back door entered members of ABT with Spiky holding a cake. I was seriously stunned, not kidding, because i was still nursing the disappointment from earlier on. Apart from that, i had soft toys raining on me! Arranged by beloved doreen, so it was like a "soft toy party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="389" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/n723809121_1867473_2731.jpg" width="495" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining soft toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 485px" height="571" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/n723809121_1867486_6656.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks elaine for holding that "fa cai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="325" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/n723809121_1867480_4852.jpg" width="406" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="339" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/n723809121_1867476_3690.jpg" width="407" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of ABT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="581" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/n723809121_1867484_6013.jpg" width="409" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda. The one i've been mentioning all along. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in a state of shock after all the fuss, and din't know how to make everyone feel at ease. So i guess i'd to entertain my four friends who came all the way for me. I really feel bad neglecting my jie meis, plus jon is so not helpful, trying to sow discord all the time. hahaa. kidding. So when the other ABT members left in spiky's van, i was really thankful wy stayed to babysit my soft toys. xD Then we got down to adult business, some drinking game, make that sipping game. And by 5am some hit the zzz monster while yanjie put on a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to transport all the soft toys home by 6am but boy was i so stunned to find the front door locked from the inside. My key was rendered useless so i was locked out. This must be new to many. -_- . So i took the chance to thank the organisers for their hardwork and efforts to plan this event. I'm sincerely touched by everyone, some having bought presents twice, and especially beloved doreen for relentlessly bugging wy and meigui and even quarreling with somebody. Next to thank is jon who helped her when she was stressed and get stressed up with her while liaising with wy. And last but not least wy for coordinating with ABT and convincing them to appear. Not forgetting the host, thanks for everything that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-162981323536885267?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/162981323536885267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=162981323536885267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/162981323536885267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/162981323536885267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2009/01/soft-toy-party.html' title='Soft toy party!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2171740988222996751</id><published>2008-12-19T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:07:37.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conrad attachment</title><content type='html'>Yes, last day. All of us have been looking forward and counting down till this day when attachment ends. With the congratulations that friends offer, i believe i aren't counting down on my own. But like all mankind, we tend to forge this sense of attachment only when it's nearing the end and when it's too late. Apart from the mundane job scope that we faced day to day with exception on certain occasions, the whole experience was pretty enjoyable with lunch break to look forward to each day and counting down the quarters till knock off time. Now that doesn't sounds like it comes from someone enjoying the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much thankful for those who tried to make us feel like part of them instead of turning a blind eye to us. Especially the fellow runners that we made friends with at the last two days, well apparently slacking birds of the same feathers flock together. Apart from that there's also star the waiter and alex the chef that were exceptionally friendly to us and occasionally random chat with us about non-work related stuff that make work more enjoyable. I guess we understand how they can forget about our existence when they rush around like chickens during peak hours, but sometimes we just don't understand why they wouldn't enlist our help when they slog their ass out in the restaurant while the rest of us stand around in the kitchen being new born furnitures that got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job of wiping plates, cutlery and wine glasses became such a routine we resigned ourselves to the mundane work after the second day at work. On the first day, we were hoping life would get more interesting after familiarizing ourselves with the environment on the days that followed. We behaved like good helpers sent from heaven and did all the dirty work that the others escaped from. When we realised we faced the same routine on the second day, we gave up hoping to work outside in the restaurant. But when life looks gloomy, we realised it can't get worst, because we had our first opportunity to venture out there. And i swear that was the one and only. It was a nice change, handling customers, clearing their used dishes and serving them drinks. At least we could see people out there besides plates and forks. All of us were dying to get out of the kitchen during the first few days, but towards the end, the attitude changed to "How about you go out there and let me slack in here with the plates?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="346" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image061.jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's it. Wipe hard and fast at the cutlery. Trays and trays of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="439" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image029.jpg" width="629" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacks of plates that have been half wiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the period of two weeks, we learn how the experienced slacked runners wipe their plates and cultery. That isn't a good sign because behind the scenes we witness how horrifyingly dirty the utensils actually can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this attachment, we realise how important it is to appreciate others when they do something for us. Joel mentioned how he lousy he felt when he handed a milk jug to the guest and din't receive any form of acknowledgement or a simple word of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a nice experience because of the food i look forward to at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="419" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image054-1.jpg" width="373" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally when we're lucky, there would be nice treats like muffins brought down from the leftovers in the restaurant. -.- That sounds pathetic, but i wonder why i don't get nicer food from this attachment as compared to xiangli's experience. All we get is to look at the trolley of good food that rolled by us, meant for the guests. Now i kind of regret not eating more when i paid for the food at Oscar that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="435" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image056-1.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the staff cafe where we have our meals. The spread of food is pretty good, with side dish to main course to dessert and free flow of food and drinks. I guess each day we eat $36 worth of buffet lunch since we don't get paid while part timers get $6 per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only excitement going around in the hotel this two weeks is the hosting of the taiwanese boy band-fahrenheit. They are treated with much secrecy and privacy to protect them from crazy fans. But those lucky room service girls from tkgs get to send food to them and omg receive TIPS from Wuzun plus exchange a few words. That's ultimate, it makes the whole attachment worthwhile. She should just frame up the note and stop smelling the note. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="383" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image053-1.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is making friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2171740988222996751?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2171740988222996751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2171740988222996751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2171740988222996751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2171740988222996751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/12/conrad-attachment.html' title='Conrad attachment'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3909407010003729360</id><published>2008-12-14T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:09:24.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad to say that i've just five more working days. The attachment is taking away my social life, ok not really, but there's a high opportunity cost of wages. Plus the odd working hours makes meeting friends tough, because it includes a long stoning period before dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating too much good food for the past few days, and my wallet is protesting. In three consecutive days i've had international buffet at Oscar, Jap food and Fish &amp;amp; Co. Food at Oscar was below my expectation, though the desserts still look very pretty. Maybe it's the thought of having worked in the kitchen for the week, hence tasting the fish reminds me of the kitchen weird odour and there goes the appetite. Maybe it was a bad idea to dine there, despite the vow to use up all the plates and utensils that we could possibly find, because we just din't abide by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fruitful weekend, and it's back to work tomorrow. Dreads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3909407010003729360?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3909407010003729360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3909407010003729360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3909407010003729360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3909407010003729360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-glad-to-say-that-ive-just-five-more.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7242464610106377588</id><published>2008-12-10T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:30:49.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>I think i'm seriously shagged, both physically and mentally. What i feel now is just life sucks, i want to sleep. Period. First half of the day was wasted doing brainless menial work, wipe dishes, dry cutlery, shine wineglasses, fill sugar mugs, carry plates, you name it we do it. I feel like a blangadesh worker and i really used to pity them, because they are cheap labour. Now, good heavens i'm being exploited, call me runner to sound nice, or call me free labour. It must be karma, i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny was when Joel exclaimed into his phone to his friend on the other end :" I'm busy sorting napkins la!" It sounds like a totally dumb thing to be doing, like sorting napkins for his kid. -.- And it's tough job, standing whole day in a kitchen with a weird stench and counting down to break and dismissal. We all vow to use up thousands of plates and utensils after our attachment, looks like i ain't the only one with that thought. Now my poor feet miss those days when they can slack around at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i really need to rant. Tomorrow is the third day of attachment, and there's only two possibilities that i will evolve into. I will either complain about the job scope to the department or concede to wiping more plates and playing the very important role of ensuring the proper functioning of the kitchen cum customer relationship- refilling plates. I have a very strong feeling it's going to be the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the evening was no better, because i was mentally drained trying to tutor a kid. He's so inquisitive it scares me. Where do the red blood cells come from? *stun* What happens if there's too many red blood cells? *stun* Good gracious how am i suppose to have a brain capacity to remember all that? Primary school education was such eons ago, even my primary school has been revamped. And he's no normal kid, with short attention span and fidgety. Life's hard when you earn a living. I'm on the first lesson and i feel like quitting already. God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7242464610106377588?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7242464610106377588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7242464610106377588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7242464610106377588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7242464610106377588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/12/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3010209120280047044</id><published>2008-12-09T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:56:51.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now i understand why people in the working world tells the kids complaining when they study that studying is more fun, don't look forward to work. I understand why they say that, but no i still rather work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day of attachment. I'll talk about it when it's over. Now i need all the energy that i can conserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3010209120280047044?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3010209120280047044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3010209120280047044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3010209120280047044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3010209120280047044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-i-understand-why-people-in-working.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8013813949249409791</id><published>2008-12-03T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:36:03.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL-Genting</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry to my jiemeis for the sudden missing in action for the past few days before prom. The trip to KL-Genting was serious hardcore shopping. A full 3 day trail through all the malls was exerting on those legs that haven been through much exercise for a long time, followed by a last day of thriller rides at Genting highlands. I have a crazy cousin that find no thrills in all the rides much to my horror, for those who know me well should know of my phobia of those winding paths that roller coasters follow. And because we were the only kids on the trip that had a heart strong enough for those thrills, i was inevitably peer-pressured into checking out those rides with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was particularly different because it was a self-initiated, free and easy trip. We were led by my uncle who drove into the foreign land which was pretty cool because it was a different experience that allowed us to do what the locals do. We took the monorail for short distances and their kind of MRT for longer distances when we went to the mega mall at mid valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="287" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image026-1.jpg" width="527" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The railway station looks pretty much the same as ours, but their system of transport wasn't as efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="347" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image025.jpg" width="444" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every trip we made we had to buy tickets of fixed prices from station to station..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="592" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image022-1.jpg" width="797" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for crowded places the queue could get as long as hello kitty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice experience overall because all i had to worry about was eat, shop and sleep, besides the ambivalent feeling of having to get onto roller coasters. My uncle's family frequent KL pretty often, hence all i had to do was tag along and feast on the good food that was introduced to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was spent at Genting highlands. Because we drove up instead of taking the cable car, the ride up was winding and steep which was just as much thrill as a roller coaster (at least to me) LOL. It was a 45 mins ride to genting from KL, which was short compared to the route home from genting which came up to 7 hours when we finally passed through the custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent at genting was limited and we had only 3 hours plus for the rides after taking into account the time needed to drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="310" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image051.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me and my daredevil cousin that is afraid of moving bugs but not roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="284" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image041-1.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First attempt at go-carting. My cousin thinks i drive like a pro. hahaha. unlike the fat lady or someone behind who can't brake in time and ramp into me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="341" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image050.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sadistic cousin loves to spin super fast on the teacup and laugh at her friends who can't walk straight after that.. And she loves talking to me on the roller coaster telling me to look at the people, the trees, whatever and make me answer her, while i try to make her shut up so that i can focus on shutting my eyes. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="411" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image056.jpg" width="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="419" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image054.jpg" width="582" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="380" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image058.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice view from the hotel lobby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/8018624-8013813949249409791?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8013813949249409791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8013813949249409791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8013813949249409791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8013813949249409791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/12/kl-genting.html' title='KL-Genting'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2691363618563028379</id><published>2008-11-24T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:03:23.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resumes selection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has never occurred to me how horrifying the corporate world could be until today. A levels is history now, and the present lies fun, commitments and foresight. In response to commitments, truck loads of graduates are probably checking out stores and firms for part-time jobs, perhaps to do constructive work while wasting time away, or simply to get out of the house to avoid persistent naggers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A news advertisment by a renowned firm such as accounting firm KPMG could possibly invite stacks of resumes submission. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="217" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/stack.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thrown off, practically when i heard how resumes were selected from that humongous pile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: Not stating that is how KPMG sieves through resumes, i mean large firms akin to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No interviewer in the right mind would bother looking through all that chuck of words. Now, we all have learnt random sampling haven't we? It's certainly applicable in real life (now i know). Toss those sheets around, grab a pile and throw them into the dustbin. Afterwhich, we can look through those leftovers. Gosh what's the rationale behind writing outstanding resumes, when not a speck of dust is given time to land on the sheet? Yet, the firm believes in not hiring unlucky people. Seriously, who ever said life was fair?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2691363618563028379?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2691363618563028379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2691363618563028379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2691363618563028379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2691363618563028379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/11/resumes-selection.html' title='resumes selection'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4908393095903079553</id><published>2008-11-18T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:27:09.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright this marks the end of A levels, and i promised to be back so here i am. Results isn't a concern now, maybe in a months' time. For now, it's just total enjoyment and appreciating as much stoning time as possible without having to fret about a single thing academically related. Stoning will be a joy, just find the right stoning partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to think of what to do for the better part of life, as the route ahead is going to be a new experience. Working, driving, boozing are all new thrills to life, where the legal age permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderfully spent post-exam relaxation just hanging out with the right crowd and chill. I hope life will just get better from now, because As has been Terror with capital T. Dreams pre and post economics paper was urgh. I wouldn't even call them dreams. Make that nightmare. The cries of joy of excitement after the annoucement of dismissal in the hall was pretty expected, but the genuine joy would come on results day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to show appreciation to elaine and her team of coordinators for the surprise, though it was funny how my dear jiemei can never lie successfully, and ok to yanjie who claims that it was his idea, thanks anyway. haha. And his futile attempt to convince me to eat chicken stock to cure flu. -_- haha thanks "da ge ge".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4908393095903079553?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4908393095903079553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4908393095903079553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4908393095903079553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4908393095903079553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright-this-marks-end-of-levels-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-969302379905476991</id><published>2008-11-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:36:15.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As.</title><content type='html'>New flu, new sore and a perpentual cough. Someone save me, i don't want to fall sick when A's is going to end.... Screw exams seriously. Screw cambrige. I'll join meigui in her killing spree, if she's really conducting one. There's more than enough responses going round to show how screwed As has been. And let me believe it can only get better. Dreaming about econs is no small deal when people like xiangli dreams about her best friend, Delene. And when you see me appearing here, that's a big deal, because i'm already giving up half the battle. And the only reassurance is i'm not the only one losing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-969302379905476991?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/969302379905476991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=969302379905476991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/969302379905476991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/969302379905476991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/11/as.html' title='As.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2108172054708994349</id><published>2008-10-31T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:59:46.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the expected and unexpected. I'll be back. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2108172054708994349?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2108172054708994349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2108172054708994349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2108172054708994349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2108172054708994349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-all-expected-and-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-670059357464301363</id><published>2008-09-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:14:48.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>car driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="374" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image044-1.jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why learn driving when people end up parking their cars like that. A kid could do that without paying for the highway code course. Maybe the shade under the tree is too tempting, but hey it's early in the morning, how scorching is the sun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-670059357464301363?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/670059357464301363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=670059357464301363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/670059357464301363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/670059357464301363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/09/car-driving.html' title='car driving'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-1991010559058336747</id><published>2008-09-15T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:50:39.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear if there's going to be only one guy that's gonna touch my heart it'll be &lt;em&gt;che chengjun. &lt;/em&gt;For those who have no idea who on earth he is, yes you are right because he doesn't live on earth. He lives in the square box that you call television. After watching stairway to heaven more than a couple of times, this guy still manages to set my heart aflutter. So to all the guys out there who have no idea how to chase a girl, do tune in to stairway to heaven on channel U everyday at 6pm. Do what he does, a dozen of girls would flock to you. He's so attractive i think i'm gonna name my son &lt;em&gt;chengjun &lt;/em&gt;if i have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway prelim's almost over, though it was long gone for some. I'm sorry i can't help harping on that fact. We're certainly going to make the next few days of mugging fun and enjoyable, followed by a couple of let-your-hair-down kind of enjoyment for the next few days that follows before we face results next wednesday. Not asking for much, just 5 As would be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, it has come to the older generation's attention that the dilect might be dying out as more youngsters pick up less than desirable language, or simply having a mixture of Hokkien and Teochew in their daily conversations. Yes indeed, i can't differentiate between the two and i'm sure most hybrids can't too. Disturbingly, mixing of  various dilects or languages can send across the wrong message, which i'll illustrated below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt came to stay with us for a few days this week. I was having a conversation with her in dilect at breakfast one of those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: an zua le mian zou gang? (why you don't need to work?)&lt;br /&gt;aunt: orh mai zou liao. (oh don't want to work already.)&lt;br /&gt;me: le di xi deng chu? (when you going home?)&lt;br /&gt;aunt: bai yi za ki (monday morning.)&lt;br /&gt;aunt: wa eh chu wu se lang ma. william ma si chu guo zou gang (my house got lecher.. and william (her husband) went overseas to work)&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? le an zua zai yi si se lang? (huh how you know he's a lecher?)&lt;br /&gt;*aunt gives me a weird look.*&lt;br /&gt;aunt: se lang la. wa eh chu se hor lang. (rent out la. my house is rented out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the problem of dropping words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-1991010559058336747?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1991010559058336747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=1991010559058336747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1991010559058336747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1991010559058336747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-swear-if-theres-going-to-be-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8356448384523832940</id><published>2008-09-09T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:40:20.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims.</title><content type='html'>It feels like a basket of bananas has been lifted off my shoulders after two days of full-fledge mugging, or at least half a basket. After maths paper today it feels like prelims is over, though i has obviously just started for most jcs (not to forget nj ends tomorrow. 0.o) We covered chemistry, economics, mathematics and physics in just two days, and i suppose i could take a little time off to tell everyone about &lt;s&gt;our&lt;/s&gt; my stupidity during chemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently paper 3 of chemistry paper had a choice of 4 out of 5 questions (of which i din't know, or rather we din't know) So, our not-so-friendly invigilator couldn't wait to start us off the paper, so right after the last person (mega? thats why she was one of the poor victims) received the question paper, all we heard was "Alright the time is 8.02, you may start now." Oh, hey we din't need to read the cover page instructions nor check the number of printed page, let's just get our pen down and start writing. (If only our venue was in the hall, i'm sure there would be lots of time to waste before starting off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And haplessly, I just had to have this untimely stomachache ten minutes into the paper. I swear it wasn't the paper's fault, though i was stumped at Ksp. I wasted a wholesome ten minutes contemplating if i should excuse myself, until it turned unbearable. Lesson learnt. Never have roti prata and prawn noodles for breakfast before an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the board were a few words that the invigilator wrote. She promptly reminded us to answer each questions on a new sheet of paper. Additional, she commented on it verbally that we would be tying questions 1,2,3 together and 4 AND 5 separately. So we caught the important word "AND" and we din't give selective choices to our questions. Guess what? Dumbasses like us, wasted precious time doing extra questions and i just had to waste more time at the toilet. I must have set a new record for taking the faster leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During collection of papers..&lt;br /&gt;xiangli whispers: "which question did you not do?"&lt;br /&gt;(I was thinking she meant which question did I not manage to finish)&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh.. Did all la.. But skip some.. You mean can don't do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yah!"&lt;br /&gt;(OmgBarbequemarshmellows. -_- Flips to front cover and stares)&lt;br /&gt;"#$%^&amp;amp;*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can blame the invigilator, monkeys, zebras, donkeys............ when results returns. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while exams has sent everyone to become muggers and ceased wasteful chatters, listening to the radio has become a new form of relaxation, at least for me. I heard about a function held at fort canning last saturday which had a interesting theme- "traffic light". As the name suggests, it involves the colours of red, amber and green, of which represents the colours of the shirts that participates would don. I wonder how liberal Singaporeans actually were, because donning a green article would indicate that "i'm free and available" which to me sounded like "Hey, come on hook me up." while amber would mean "i'm undecisive" which felt like "I wanna chill with new girls but i'm afraid my girlfriend's gonna kill me" and of course red meant "I am currently unavailable." What's gonna be your take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8356448384523832940?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8356448384523832940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8356448384523832940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8356448384523832940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8356448384523832940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/09/prelims.html' title='prelims.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8794359965305352753</id><published>2008-08-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:22:58.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was working really hard at the library today, absorbed in chemistry, and i was surprised when i looked up from the smelly notes (work stinks.) and saw the girl seating beside me with my name written on her notes. Hell no! For a moment i thought it was my notes, and what were they doing on her table? So i looked closer, only to realise that that beautiful handwriting wasn't even mine. I entertained the thought of telling her :" Hey that's my name!" but before i could do it, she packed her books and left. I'm sorry, it must be me. Too friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the probability of some stranger having the same name sitting next to you studying chemistry in the same library out of 4 billion people in the world? It's not even close to having a name like "XiaoMing" who is renowned for being the protagonist that pervades the whole fantasy world of chinese compositions. Yes, the more flowery your language, the more fun Xiao Ming has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a refugee these days, every single day trying to scout a conducive environment. All that heated argument with momma is driving me nuts, adding on to the noise pollution coming from that drilling downstairs and the piling load of work to complete. I've a good mind to complain to town council. Now, I think i need a chill pill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8794359965305352753?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8794359965305352753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8794359965305352753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8794359965305352753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8794359965305352753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-working-really-hard-at-library.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-5175502991605413717</id><published>2008-08-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:24:07.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complaints.</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This post is not meant to point fingers at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said it was tough life studying in neighbourhood schools? All the disturbing arguments of whom being despised and whom being shun, could possibly be as frustrating as being the target of complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We received a complaint from a passenger on bus 55. None of the victorians on board gave up their seats for her and her three kids tagging along when the bus was crowded." Mr Seet announced to the college during assembly. There must be a misconception somewhere. Note that the bus was crowded. Unless that particular passenger had nothing better to do as to lodge a complain to every possible school, i don't see why victorians are getting the blame. Whatever happened to VS, St patricks, Katong Convent and the many other schools that lay along Marine Vista Road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, you may argue that vj is one of the top 5 colleges with good reputation yadayada high expectations, and highest in seniority if you have to mention, but victorians are humans too. We hardworking students need to catch forty winks when time permits, it'd be beneficial to the society in the long run if that's a good enough reason for a seat. Haven't these people heard of the first come first serve theory? No, don't make me seem like i'm some petty old lady refusing to give up my seat. It probably din't occur when i was on the bus, i'd try to avoid the crowd anyway, just expressing a tinge of indignation for those accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be terrible to be on a crowded bus, much worst at peak hours. With your whole body squashed against another like sardines in a tin, it doesn't make matters any better with inconsiderate students (aunties and uncles like to target students and pressure them to give up their seats by sending brain waves, as they would think we kids are strong and healthy enough to stand an hour worth of journey!) trying very hard to look asleep and oblivious to the other commuters or simply avoiding eye contact. I'd most gladly give up my seat to an old lady or a pregnant one (provided no body else does. haha.) but maybe not to a woman with three kids who are probably as healthy as i am. (and you know kids just can't sit still so why waste the seat?) And it isn't exactly our fault that she choose to lead her kids up a crowded bus. A nice and empty double decker bus could possibly be just right behind if she was willing to wait. According to Quantum mechanics you never know until you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pays off to choose a school of strategic location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised we din't hear of another complaint. The disapproving and perturb look on the face of the auntie selecting oranges at Cold Storage looked like she was yet another potential "complainer". I could imagine her thinking "What on earth are victorians doing, tossing egg tofus into the air?!" It sucks even more when your catching skills are only enough to fill half a bucket. Maybe she mistook us for xxx JC. And to her they do these things all the time. But thankfully what i expected din't arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-5175502991605413717?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5175502991605413717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=5175502991605413717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5175502991605413717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5175502991605413717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/08/complaints.html' title='complaints.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4092803146088933369</id><published>2008-08-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:57:55.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>olympic craze</title><content type='html'>CT: Jaslyn, so no more distractions now right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er.. Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously there's all that craze about Olympics now and it's terribly distracting. Michael Phelps, leviathan chasing ten gold medals and his mad swim in 100m butterfly winning just by a fingernail of 0.01 secs. Usian Bolt smashing world record in men's 100m, first time in the history of human beings a man has run the distance under 9.7 seconds without a significant tailwind.&lt;br /&gt;It's the IN thing at the moment, it's hard not to talk about it as it pervades the TV, headlines, mobTV, school and not to mention friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the Olympic frenzy, vj's plasma screen has been converted to live screening of the Olympic games. Avid fans of Michael Phelps would request their teachers to let them off class early so they can catch his spectacular display of prowess at 10.21am, exact timing clearly recorded for each and every of his swim. That's the extent of Craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking towards the canteen on friday afternoon in search of yy and alison who were catching the table tennis match between Singapore and South Korea. Nearing the canteen, i heard cries of excitment. "What on earth is happening?" I wasn't expecting that many people to be at the canteen at 4pm in the afternoon. The excitement sure caught on fast, because people from behind me started to run towards the canteen. Not wanting to look like some typical singaporean, i din't join in the run. That's why upon reaching the canteen, i came a wee second too late, only to hear that Li Jia Wei lost to the Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The althletes train so hard just for that moment of glory when they win. Or maybe it's for the 1 million tied to each gold medal. Imagine Michael Phelps with 10 gold medals, or you could say 10 million, how many days would it take for us to earn that when he does it in 10 days, make that 10 events, no how about rounding off to an hour? Let's just say you're lucky to be born either talented or filthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the match of Singapore women's table tennis against hot favourites China in the finals. Our first medal in 48 years, no wonder we get excited when we're deprived. Looks like it's Singapore vs China again. Relive the feeling of deja vu from 3 months ago. Let's just wish Team Singapore all the best for being the underdogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4092803146088933369?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4092803146088933369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4092803146088933369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4092803146088933369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4092803146088933369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-craze.html' title='olympic craze'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3835948241357008034</id><published>2008-08-01T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:25:05.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One fine day, the trio went to TCC for their daily mugging session. TCC was wonderful place to mug, because their chairs were so soft and comfortable, but we couldn't say the same for the price of the goods sold. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio weren't that thirsty, but they decided that they should purchase something instead of hogging free space.. so they bought this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice looking drink called nutello...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="273" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image045.jpg" width="437" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed quite appealing from the menu, large and tasty enough to satisfy all three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="358" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image046.jpg" width="517" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tall cup was the other drink that we bought, some chocolate mint. While the three small cups were chilled water provided by TCC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the drinks arrived, we were definately amused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="301" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image044.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Nutello looked so small beside the chilled water which were provided free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="446" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image047.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a outdated picture of volunteer's night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="313" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image016.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ABT gathering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="277" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/P190708_210301.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys trying to be weird.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="305" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/P190708_2103.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us being normal..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="261" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/P190708_185501.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the belated birthday babies.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been forever since i'd hair that could be classified as short. Like weeho said "What had hit me?" I shall say lets try something new, maybe lesser weight pressing down on my head, more information can infiltrate, diffuse whatever at a faster rate. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i shouldn't be saying this but i'm missing you like crazy. nobody's gonna read this so it's just private ranting space.&lt;/em&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/8018624-3835948241357008034?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3835948241357008034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3835948241357008034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3835948241357008034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3835948241357008034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-fine-day-trio-went-to-tcc-for-their.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3314137007388884989</id><published>2008-07-11T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:25:05.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.. I'm so sorry for the late update on the surprises these days.. This entry has been in the drafts from a long time. -_- Let the pictures do the talking.. Been busy these days, besides dealing with work there were also the many jiemeis and beloved(s) birthdays that required my precise planning which almost drove me to madness from depletion of brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was Doreen's birthday which was the most exciting thus far.. We were so successful in carrying out the plan 'cos she's such a blur sotong. We went walking around while jon and elaine carried out the plan on their part, and we came to a new urban male shop. Random window-shopping was part of the distraction plan. So one of the shop keepers came to talk to us, asking if we were sisters because we were both clad in white..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reaction was almost in unison "err.. NO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Then what are you all?"&lt;br /&gt;Without much prompting, we both replied "GirlFriends!" at the same time. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="350" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/belovedandme.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="160" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/thebestoffers.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This way for the best offers.. haha kidding. just the jiemeiz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="254" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/zyjameszj.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyang, james and chew.. zijie i mean. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="286" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/surprisefordoreen.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="250" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/doreenandguys.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreen and the guys.. Check out pooh. It has another story behind it, making the day even more memorable for doreen i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was volunteer's night which was pretty interesting, nice people, nice food.&lt;br /&gt;And there was a pair of twins at our table.. I really wanted to take a picture of them (one was more well dressed than the other) and prove to sam that good dress sense is important. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by celebration for yy the following day.. Sprang almost the same trick on her as on doreen, but yy was apparently more aware of the surroundings instead of being blindly led. Plus not everyone in the team can lie as well as jon over the phone. LOL. -.- I haven't any pictures to show 'cos all of them are in yy's cam and she doesn't upload them 0.o And the humongous balloon suits her image. haha. kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And latest event was gathering with ABT. I swear i returned all my skills to mr wong. =( We practically played like a bunch of noobies, and now my arm hurts due to overstraining after a lack of exercise. sobs. Seeing them really makes me happy, since we just yada yada about spastic stuff and go mad over bridge and jelly beans. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prolly not gonna update for another long time to come, so till then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3314137007388884989?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3314137007388884989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3314137007388884989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3314137007388884989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3314137007388884989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4618387460924940501</id><published>2008-06-30T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:32:28.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;happy birthday beloved~! :D&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home today, i learnt something new. It occurred to me how it's truely hard to tell a book by it's cover. Some people just put on a facade when they socialise. I wonder why. It's terribly sad to know how some friendships are based on making use of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall place more value on all the jie meis from now, hopefully after leaving vj i'll look back and feel a sense of attachment just like from anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cultivating sociability has the negative effect of people having only shallow relationships. Maybe that's how people may put on a facade when socialising. "We have so many friends that we have no time to personally know them. to go to a deeper level. There is simply no time to cultivate a true friendship because there are so many people demanding one's time and attention. No doubt it means that one is popular and that people want to spend time with one, but what is the purpose? Is it company? True friends are those who are comfortable in silence." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I truely agree with the above. Over socialising may lead to one becoming totally self-absorbed, overlooking what they would have seen in solitude. More often than not, we try very hard to keep up with conversation. Maybe that's how the idea of 7mins of awkward silence came about. Even a moment of silence, we canoot tolerate. Would you consider that as true friends? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solitude allows us to be free from obligations and demand. Appreciation of solitude does not mean one becomes a loner. Often, people are so caught up with sociability and getting to know the right people, they lose their identity in the process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for the GP-like entry. Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school after official lessons starts tend to be slacker than usual, since we students like to "learn more" about our teachers' wonderful holiday, in an attempt to avoid having to start on tutorials. Mrs Koh kept up to her name of being efficient in marking scripts, while the rest of the subject teachers took their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine. Let's talk about the other post exam activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday there wasn't tests for us so it's holiday~ Sam and zy came over to play mahjong with my bro who was back from camp. Now he's off to Brunei for training =/ So the house's gonna be pretty empty for a while. After that we went off to meet amanda for k-session at teo heng. And met lots of victorians, like seriously everyone who signed out at 7 were mostly victorians. So it's hot spot besides being cheap. LOL. Coincidently met ting kai and xijing with their friends respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got to thank yanjie for his party on saturday. Food was fabulous, friends and relatives were friendly and most importantly most of the class turned up. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="247" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/atyjshouse.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s56 at yanjie's house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 122px" height="152" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/jiemeis-1.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful jie meis x) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was a special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4618387460924940501?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4618387460924940501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4618387460924940501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4618387460924940501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4618387460924940501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-exam.html' title='post exam'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7482432388864721287</id><published>2008-06-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:29:38.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>common test 2</title><content type='html'>Right.. Common test 2 is over.. Was feeling liberated after exams like any other time, but post exam activity was just weird. Don't feel like commenting on it, but i think i shall remain more open minded about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i don't feel happy after exams either. I don't wanna start having to fret over T3A. Admist uncompleted tasks and assignments. And not to forget all the upcoming and past birthday presents waiting for preparation. Gosh. Why am i getting stressed over such stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT2 was.. *gulps* I think i really did put in tons of effort to feel prepared during the holidays. Mugging almost every single day unless something cropped up. I just hope it will show in results, though the probability is.. close to.. self-defined. the standard of papers are undeniably hard, even geniuses agree to some. Let's just pray. I hope changing studying method for econs would help in the grades. This whole week is just --- shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winston's idea of CT is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;GP - Go Pray&lt;br /&gt;Maths - Mad (statistics = sadistic)&lt;br /&gt;eCONs - Kena conned/pawned&lt;br /&gt;Physics - *hm*&lt;br /&gt;Computing - Press any key to continue. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i think i really felt tired with the 3 afternoon papers, which proved to be a challenge to change our sleeping habits. Half way through maths i felt like my neck was breaking, after stunning papers of physics and econs the previous days, we were all close to breaking apart. xiangli agree right. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry today was the biggest challenge. I was confident of revision, but facing the paper was a totally different situation. Mind blank, or maybe froze in the LT and the freaking irritating light that kept flickering kept us distracted. MCQ was as usual hard to a ludicrous extent. 30 questions in 45 minutes with more than half the questions needing analysis and calculations. They must be driving us to improving our guessing strategies, in order to score in MCQ. Time provided is so ridiculously short that people snicker and giggle when the invigilator announces the last 5 mins left. It's probably the fact that most have gotten less than 2/3 of the paper completed. That explains the sarcasm in the snickering. I wonder what those people are thinking of making us into. A guessing machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a pity it din't go as planned.. All that thorough thoughts for naught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7482432388864721287?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7482432388864721287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7482432388864721287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7482432388864721287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7482432388864721287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/06/common-test-2.html' title='common test 2'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3445486484552968109</id><published>2008-06-19T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:32:30.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>lol. xj. the triangles is i got it by pointing at birds during assembly. blegh. And you know how nice mdm chan is la. she wouldn't let anyone who budge during assembly off. &gt;&lt; lol. load of crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. &lt;br /&gt;* People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;* Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;* These people must state who they were tagged by &amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;stab him back. lol no i dont mean with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have dreams come true, what would they be?&lt;br /&gt;dream a few wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;ehm. fairytale? ._. nah on a yacht. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;yes kind of. econs is confusing. and the bloody test is in 3 days. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;tall rich handsome. hahahaa. nah jus kiddin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;if it means one sided, obviously it's being loved duh. who wants to be the one suffering huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;till the cows come home, interpreted as forever or never. wadever. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;hide under the blanket and cry every night? nah. i wouldn't care. there are so many trees around. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that’s made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;i suppose? more than just one. life's sad with muggin anyway. that's perpetual sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;ok.. when you're terribly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;smarter, conquering econs. (no that's gonna happen in 3 days.) ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;family, BFF.. uh.. true frens (not sure who's true though) LOL. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;barney lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;single, rich and then married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;mug. -.- no brush teeth first. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the type. 0.o lol sounds wrong. blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;that's near impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;backstabbers, low EQ-ers, fair weathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. xiangjun&lt;br /&gt;2. lejun&lt;br /&gt;3. junjie&lt;br /&gt;4. ziyang&lt;br /&gt;5. winston&lt;br /&gt;6. may&lt;br /&gt;7. elaine &lt;br /&gt;8. mieoteng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3445486484552968109?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3445486484552968109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3445486484552968109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3445486484552968109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3445486484552968109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7824927228930309939</id><published>2008-06-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:33:11.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cdac june camp.</title><content type='html'>I'm amazed by the way some people can blog everyday, sometimes even about nothing. That's seriously the highest peak of blogging already.. no meigui i'm not referring to you. LOL. But today, i decide to give myself a break from mugging at midnight, and blog about the past days events.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i've a new best friend called baked rice. But so far at least 3 members of the public have expressed jealousy and asked me "what about me?". =/ Looks like i din't make my stand clear. baked rice is my new love, you guys are of different level of comparison ok. LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to friday.. First time the whole jun hols, i decided to mug out for a day at tampines library. It was quite a nice experience because i reached super early to book a table and i realised the studying corner with quite alot of tables (actually a reference corner for readers) was full by 10.15 when it's open at 10. 0.o wow. the mugging spirit sure is high. and then sotong (she knoes who she is) was late because sotong is jus sotong, i shall not say why. heh. So some random person came and sat at our table with us. Ok i shall cut short and skip to the climax. After lunch with my dear baked rice, we went back to mug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then............. this young guy in sports wear (looks decent apparently, not wearing spects some more.) came and sat at the table next to us (with another girl who was already studying there)and was wheezing very hard. (which means making alot of noise.) So he successfully attracted alot of attention from the poor muggers around him, and then, he started talking to the girl beside him. eg. "hey can i see your periodic table.." (the girl was doing chemistry) So i thought they were friends for a moment. Then he started talking to himself or maybe to his book. eg. "wow this place is cold.." Everyone was already staring at him for wheezing so hard, then maybe due to his lack of vocabulary he started scolding "fcuk" for god knows what reason, like who the heck offended him. And ever since i never heard any thing else from his mouth except that word. Like wth, totally polluted my mind and impeded information from inflitration! Like why on earth did he choose to irritate people at the library who are obviously trying to study man. He could have done it at the park or wherever, to disturb free-er people instead -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah enough of him. I shall move on to cdac june camp today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was really.. fun. Though some of us left early due to various reasons.. it was quite awkward at first when nobody knew each other and the campsite was.. woah. a big mess with no order, maybe due to the new, unexperienced camp commander. But FRANCE is a really nice group with nice people (i mean the volunteers) though there are a few problematic kids. But there's also this pair of brothers in the group, brandon and bryan, and they're pretty cute. LOL. It's really rare to have vj people at cdac, yet there was one in my group 0.o Yishun SHG was in-charge of ice breakers, but i obviously din't need to contribute much since Jinhan (one of the jurong volunteers) was doing almost everything from the start. LOL. Jurong voluteers are just naturally talented or maybe trained at handling such events since they're so activity-oriented. The next point on why camp was enjoyable was coz it was the time i got to know more yishun volunteers better.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was at MOE dairy farm, which brings back memories of sec 3 camp. The awkwardness of meeting new people, the feeling of being the campers instead of instructors.. haha. totally sian feeling of being in the kids shoes i understand. But being voluteers is different, coz we're the cool ones that have no restrictions. heh. And saw lots of ex andersonians, like vincent, qing liang, etc. But dunno whether they don't recognise me, or we just dint bother to acknowledge each other. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was not exactly fantastic.. ok at least there's a drumstick for each camper and volunteer.. but it's not the most tasty chicken on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the station games, of which the volunteers jus facilitated unless there was a necessity for us to "make numbers". I realised kids are really pretty sensitive about boy and girl (as in gender). Like weiquan and lupin din't wanna partner for the three-legged race so the volunteers had to pair up with each of them.. And then to cross the spider web girls carried girls and so on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the station games particularly promoted teamwork, but that's what i find lacking in FRANCE. There's this girl (i shall not name who to protect identity) who attracted my attention ever since the start of the camp, coz she was particularly outspoken (yeah you know what i mean), attention seeking kind of person.. Well, if she wasn't a kid i would categorise as being bitchy. And it's good to have a "leader" who volunteers first for everything, but not when she starts screaming at her teammates for being slow. Oh well. winning points is like everything to the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we left early, we missed night walk and tomorrow morning's Amazing race. From the activities info sheet, amazing race really looks fun. Kind of sad to miss it. It's like various stations and the kids have to complete the tasks there. eg. 1. The team will be expected to learn a set of simple dancesteps to the rhythm provided by the station master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Team members will stand in a row. While the rest of the team backfaces the station master, the first person will turn around to look around at the message that he is supposed to pass down the row. The student will only be allowed to use actions to convey his message. The last person in the row has to guess the message. Upon completion of 3 successful messages conveyed, the station master will pass the team their next clue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz there are more stations in the list.. and becoz the things the kids are gonna do is so interesting.. it's sad missing the race =( But the only thing i wouldn't miss is the night duty (patrolling) at 3am 0.o of all timings. ah. hope lj blogs in detail about the camp. (this is a very subtle hint*) haha. ok i shall end here for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the random note, i feel out of touch with Aviva without being there to watch with the rest of the team who went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7824927228930309939?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7824927228930309939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7824927228930309939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7824927228930309939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7824927228930309939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/06/cdac-june-camp.html' title='cdac june camp.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8197662458989255125</id><published>2008-06-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:15:15.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jun hols week 1</title><content type='html'>Alright.. for the benefit of those who like to stalk me (and ask what i'm/'ve been doing) , i shall blog about the first week of hols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 23rd may was first time kboxing with yy (coz we wanted to go ever since we met) and much of the girls' team. (only may jordana and bel were absent). haha. it was fun la. but really weird to be singing english songs like most of the time.. since i nev sang english songs at kbox. (but b'coz the girls were so potato, we just sang english songs. ) Only when they went out to grab food, then yy and i squeezed in half of two chinese songs. LOL! sounds so desperate. ahh. i wanna sing chinese songs! (deprived kid) who wanna go pls book me. (: (found new lobang for cheap k-sessions. haha.) And towards the last 5 mins before the system shuts down by itself, adrian and ben popped by and got the whole room high with "hey mickey!" LOL! And it's only for 5 mins that we were all high -.- ah well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now for the most recent event.. Aristal (nj dance concert) was on 30 may.. It was my first time ever at a real concert hall -_- (thats really sad.) I hope my classmates in performing arts wouldn't kill me (for not supporting their concerts), but hey, i accept a treat any time =D haha kidding.. Though i remember mr wong wanted to subsidise his band concert tickets for our class.. (ok thats not the point. back to aristal.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really interesting evening as well, getting to watch xj perform (LIVE) on stage and hearing lots of amusing stories from &lt;s&gt;our wonderful companion&lt;/s&gt; lj. I was pretty entertained the whole evening, but that horrible creature actually dozed off during one of the dances! But it's ok, i kind of agree that some dances were not to my appreciation level.. But there are other dances that were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western dance was really cool. All the nice music, plot and energized dancers really made the crowd go wild. I wanna convert to a western dancer ^^! hahaaa.. (if i can make it.) Ok for the benefit of xj, i shall compliment chinese dance too. I had a good time trying to spot xj in the sea of dancers.. and it wasn't that hard actually.. coz she had a really distinctive look, plus there's always lj to spot her for me. LOL! sensitive radar or in-built binoculars that he has. By the way we were on circle 3, i bet meigui must have been on the ground level to get those level-eyed photos. But it wasn't that bad seats la.. At least i wasn't blocked by some &lt;s&gt;intimate&lt;/s&gt; couple with heads locked and blocking poor lj. ahaha. Anyway back to point, the opening dance by chinese dance was pretty good.. It was the next most enjoyable dance after the western dance with the bgr plot. hahaa.. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some old friends there, and socialised a little before heading home.. Concerts are cool, and got to choose the right companion(s). hahaha. jus kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides muggin and some fun occasionally, it has been trips to cdac. yeah that's practically all. Hope ABT meets up during this hol. (: It has been forever since we met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8197662458989255125?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8197662458989255125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8197662458989255125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8197662458989255125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8197662458989255125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/06/jun-hols-week-1.html' title='Jun hols week 1'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7056780751700849579</id><published>2008-05-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:09:16.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pictures of season 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="347" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Coasterfrmpris.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coaster from pris.. It says " Jaslyn! Like a roller COASTER, we'll have our ups and downs times. When we're on form there's when we're not. But rest assure we'll surely enjoy this roller COASTER ride after it has ended. So jia you for the next 8 matches! FInALS, here we come! (: Love pris. " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah indeed we're enjoyed the emotional turmoil -.- Though we din't reach our aim of topppppppp...... 2 (team secret) , it was a nice ride nevertheless (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/belandjy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before semis on the bus. all hyped up and excited to demolish the &lt;s&gt;china&lt;/s&gt; opposing team..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="354" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image023.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the first few matches when we were still playin at tampines sports hall... yy me and the Ips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 221px" height="290" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image026.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going for 2nd round with the guys.. on the bus.. Aaron sure is resting well for the match.. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="275" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image018.jpg" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going for 3rd, 4th placing.. that's pris on court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="338" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Jyandmanda.jpg" width="555" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's jingying and 'manda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="286" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/vjAgirls08.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VJC A'girls 08! At toa payoh sports hall catching finals between rjc and jjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/prizepresentation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;prize presentation! That's us red ties. In fact only my tie is visible. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="269" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Agirls.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prize presentation, cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/yr2girls.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A girls with pretty flowers from juniors!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="378" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Meandjolene.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's me and jolene.. The year 1 who made my card. haha. Thanks for being ever so supportive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/tiredbel.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Team celebrating at swensons after prize presentation, but bel was tired. haha. too much partying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there's one thing i must comment, it will be the jj "cheering squad" aka supporters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="314" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image028.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the crowd at semi finals from jj's side.. From my previous post, i think i did mention that they had to come in through 2 doors.. They are actually really loud and enthusiastic.. Not to mention organised.. (hey thats a compliment!).. And they went on to prove our theory right at finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="287" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image022.jpg" width="373" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all their supporters (not many compared to rj) at finals.. but wow they are LOUD. They sure showed their presence to the audience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="428" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Jjcheeringsquad.jpg" width="455" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey their enthusiasm sure last long.. They can't stop cheering even after everything has ended! As we can see the supporter benches are all cleared x) And people busy cam whoring. heh. Let's give 'em some credit for cheering so hard for every single sch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. our guys are really camera shy- that explains the lack of their faces..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7056780751700849579?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7056780751700849579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7056780751700849579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7056780751700849579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7056780751700849579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-season.html' title='End of season.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4593995740250505458</id><published>2008-05-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:37:03.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last trg of the season.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe today's the official last training. It's such a happy and sad thing at the same time, i can't decide what to feel. About two months ago I was quite certain i was gonna feel liberated, relieved and was looking forward to and awaiting this day to arrive, besides i was telling yy &amp;amp; wy how i could finally start mugging full blast and not worry a thing about season. But now that it's reality, i'm feeling so attached i don't wanna let go. It's probably due to the way this season has shaped me, and how it ended so differently from last year. Back then, we cried on the way back to school and stoned for what felt like eternity after the loss to tjc, we knew we wanted it and could have made it, but things just went wrong. There were regrets, but it's different this year. We wanted it, nearly made it, and never let go till the end. Like 'manda said, we did our best why should we look so solemn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, i'll miss mr wong, mrs wong, tiffany, desmond, david (who've been so nice and patient)&lt;br /&gt;all the juniors, peers and also not forgetting adrian's spasticity. Through the JJC match, i truely felt that we're like a team, the guys and girls together. yy once said this yr's team was quite segregated between the guys and girls though among ourselves we were closer than the previous batches. But from the way the guys cheered for us and encouraged us, it felt far from that. I guess the only thing i wouldn't miss after stepping down is the irritating job of  being treasurer. Imagine it's coming to end of may soon and some people haven't paid for the month of April. sounds like a joke. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season, i experienced for the first time the st nicks tradition of saying a prayer before their matches. For JJC's match, we asked for strength and for everyone to perform their best, and it was answered. I guess we shouldn't have much to regret. And because yy nearly beat the china import, mr wong really treats her like gem, going round telling everyone the wonderful story. Imagine if yy beats xiao dan, she'll be famous. (haha. if yy reads this i can imagine her face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss striving for the common goal of top 2. Now that it isnt within reach, i wish all the best for the juniors. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kill the china team next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4593995740250505458?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4593995740250505458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4593995740250505458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4593995740250505458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4593995740250505458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-trg-of-season.html' title='last trg of the season.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7771392625269669450</id><published>2008-05-17T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:37:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semifinals against JJC.</title><content type='html'>I probably haven't cried that much tears in a long time. It was a totally emotional day at semi-finals yesterday against JJC. It's perhaps tears of anxiety, disappointment and touched-ness mixed together in a brew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's season has been pretty smooth sailing for us, the vjc girls' team, due to both luck with draws &amp;amp; lineup and of course our personal strengths. Every match had gone right for us, until yesterday. It would have been ideal for yy to catch their 3rd singles, but the lineup was terrible because we met strength to strength for both singles and doubles, and them being china imports were definately skillful. The Red shirts and fellow victorians came down to support and they really got the atmosphere high. Though the JJ supporters had to walk in through two doors and ours only need one door, our spirit were definately higher. I was really fired up when cheers of "V Viva Vivala Victoria" rang through the hall, i'm really thankful for having their support. Thanks brother for coming (after my match) -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i went on to ask about our lineup &amp;amp; the rest told me Pris was meeting "their third singles". And yy said she was meeting Xiao Dan. So i assumed i was meeting their second. Though we ideally wanted yy to catch their 3rd, pris probably had a chance with her as well. So i went on court, and when the umpire checked our identities with us, i saw the china name. Deng Yuan. Nothing struck me. Perhaps i was too absorbed in myself and the support from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i played with everything i could give, and the match ended with a decent score of about 14 and 17 respectively. I was feeling good and moving well, and everyone came to consensus that i performed well. I din't feel pressurised at all since i knew the team would always be behind to back me up regardless of results. It was fatigue that overcame me, i was "sou-ing" so loud with every point it probably drained my energy. I thought if i could match up to their second singles, pris could probably take their third. So, i went to encourage pris and told her to go for it! And that was when the truth dawned upon me when pris said:" let me tell you a secret, actually you're playing the third singles." It was the greatest shock i could imagine, and i just lost control of my emotions. Not wanting to dampen the team's morale, i decided to chill outside. Even encouragement from the supporters and fellow team mates couldn't cheer me up because i really felt cheated at that moment. Then i decided i'd to give all the support that i could on the sidelines, perhaps a miracle would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May and bel played rubber with the china pair, and as Mr Wong said, they played like warriors, in the 2nd and 3rd set. I could see the support and strength that they shared which led them to victory. Jingying was literally exclaiming "We beat china!" after our first doubles won. And of course, the crowd went crazy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up on court was yy with their first singles Xiao Dan. yy was totally amazing and took the lead, and ended the first set with a score of 21-19. Practically every supporter on our side screamed and jumped around like they never did before, and it was really comforting to have RJ friends coming over and shouting words of support and encouragement, even sharing our joy when yy took the first set.. And as bel said to her, you were really strong and played so well even jaslyn cried for you. haha. yes, i was really touched by her strength and determination to win. And after that, yy was sharing her jubilation of having vanessa giving her advice as she linemens-ed the match. It was really Singapore strength against China. Though yy lost to Xiao Dan with a rubber, she really surpassed herself. Her hardwork and all the pushing of her limits at training must have shown on court yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingying and 'manda met the singaporean pair and won as predicted. The match happened concurrently with Pris' match. And so, we lended our support to Pris, which was very much the deciding match against their 2nd singles. We all knew Pris hated runners who could keep long rallies, but she ran like she never ran before. Ultimately, we din't manage to upset the china team but we all played our heart and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about yesterday was a drama. I can't believe we were resorting to leaving our fate to a pen and coin. But never had we imagined that their 3rd singles would play first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr wong was really happy about our performance, because we all played our hearts out and moved really well on court. He said it was the best he'd ever seen me play, and furthermore wasn't sure if he could groom me into a good player when i first came in. It was sheer hardwork which brought me to where i am. He felt that the only reason why we lost to JJ was probably that they were more consistent than we were. They aren't that fantastic. I was literally crying as he spoke, because he never gave up on me, and gave me the chance to prove myself. There had never been an experience like that in And. before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan Yew Hwee is proud of us as well, because he heard that we fought all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms lim's message was really heartwarming, despite how we've disappointed her. "For jas to put up a good fight, for both doubles to win, for yy to almost win a china import, and pris not giving up til the end, i think you girls deserve to be the champs! I believe the guys cheered their lungs out right? so so happy for you all, in my absence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season has been the best i've ever played in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7771392625269669450?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7771392625269669450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7771392625269669450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7771392625269669450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7771392625269669450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/05/semifinals-against-jjc.html' title='Semifinals against JJC.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3933259426837575846</id><published>2008-05-04T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:39:27.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick for the past few days was terrible, especially when i'd to miss playing AJ match. I hope my fitness hasn't spiralled down because the real challenge is coming next week! Like yy said, we'd probably see each other almost everyday next week, with competition on mon- fri (excluding thurs). WOW. I was feeling great about my performance before the sick bug hit, and could almost upset any freak that comes knocking. Now now, let me pick myself up fast! And show the AJ teacher how he/she totally underestimated me. hahaha. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we still beat AJ with 'manda totally whacking their singles upside down. *quote mr wong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks wy for coming down to support, though i know your ulterior motive.. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in this sick period i came to realise what are real friends. I'm thankful for having wash and xl with me in school. Thanks a lot to wash for rushing out to get panadol during break, convincing the security that you'll appear back in a flash, and dissolving the stupid panadol when the other guys weren't willing to do it, and of course carrying my bag around. You're indeed brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to xl, thanks for nagging at me 24/7 to take the panadols, even to the extent of calling every four hours to remind me. Sorry to bully you into carrying my bag for me as well though you're also sick. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone else who showed care and concern. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about falling sick this time was excusing myself from mugging and chionging sleep. And when people are desperately trying to find ways to get out of Sports Day, all i had to do was flash the excuse slip. hahaha. Oh well, that's just self comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this blog would probably stay stagnant for a while, since i found more pleasure writing in a personal diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3933259426837575846?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3933259426837575846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3933259426837575846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3933259426837575846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3933259426837575846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2502557431257653906</id><published>2008-04-18T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:23:22.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musicfest'08</title><content type='html'>I haven't had so much emotions in a while, and today i truly felt a roller coaster ride of emotions. It was neutral, anger, zi-high, disappointment and satisfaction, by order of sequence throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised today that the most beautiful thing that can happen to you is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;true friendship&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;musicfest'08, Cinema paradiso&lt;/span&gt; tonight, the showcase of victorian's musical talents through vocal solos, vocal groups, dance, band or mtvs, an event that most victorians would want to witness. But due to stringent regulations, admission is only allowed with tickets. That's where the problem comes in. Crashers can't get seats because seats are allocated, and sitting along the aisle weren't allowed. And the saddest thing would be missing out on a chance to support your friends, what more fellow team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, desperate people like yy and i ended up on a wild goose chase after self-training for any tinge of hope for two available tickets. It was sad to know that we probably wouldn't get to go, but to make it worst, most if not all of our teammates had tickets. Not surprising, we were faced with much disappointment though we weren't keeping our hopes high. And then our hopes were raised when we heard that there were two teachers who backed out, which means there was chance! Only to further realise that someone else beat us to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to hang around till the concert was due to start at 1830 and try to sneak in before we gave up all hopes. Yet, security seemed very much more tight than previous years (perhaps sc becoming more efficient and organised). And then... we happened to meet yy's best friends at the canteen and pit-stopped there for a while lamenting and groaning away. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's the crucial part: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Because yy was so emo, her best friends made the most touching gesture of giving up their tickets to us, because yy wanted to go so much. And this decision was simply impromptu, like minutes before audiences had to be seated, and they just decided to give it up, told yy not to feel bad or guilty and just go for it while they head home. Oh my, where can we ever find such nice friends.. totally selfless and willing to sacrifice.. Simply the most tear-provoking actions that can ever occur..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Musicfest can't be commented on, words can't picture it all. It's just a night of fun and entertainment.. The moral of the story: Treasure all your best friends in the world, they don't come by often and they give what others can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2502557431257653906?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2502557431257653906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2502557431257653906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2502557431257653906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2502557431257653906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/04/musicfest08.html' title='musicfest&apos;08'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-6515365126016686094</id><published>2008-04-01T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:50:58.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April's fool</title><content type='html'>VJ's such a cool school 'coz they could totally create nonsense out of nothing.. It's april's fool and we should have FULL day instead of FOOLs day. Anyway, back to topic. I can't explain the coolness in words, maybe pictures speaks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/s320x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen was almost revamped with the change in arrangement of furnitures and a wonderful camping tent right smacked in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just one of the examples of a variation from the normal school day, besides "spider webs" made of raffia strings hung around school, stupid jokes like having a crash course of chemistry for arts students made during assembly, and many more than i have forgotten. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a nice time at school, considering having a cranky xiangli hovering around and having all sorts of warp ideas to brighten up a mundane school day (hey thats a compliment kid. lol.) And of course, her brilliant plan of all times was the big prank on yj. It's quite mean to play on the matters of the heart, but yj really responded like a mature young man, big hearted and a good sport.. *Phew xiangli wipes off sweat.* hahas. After attaining personal goals then we can explore further possibilities eh? haha how cute. Totally boost our support for the man of the future huh xiangli? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so proud to be a victorian suddenly, as compared to poor TJcians who have a weird and totally unreasonable disclipline master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption:" JC discipline master reprimands students for a 'pat on the shoulder' "&lt;br /&gt;Read more about it at: &lt;a href="http://mediaclub.stomp.com.sg/hotstuff/view/page/0"&gt;http://mediaclub.stomp.com.sg/hotstuff/view/page/0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh i feel sad for poor winston. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharks. I wanna feel prepared for season. Please let me perform. And give us all the luck we can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-6515365126016686094?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6515365126016686094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=6515365126016686094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/6515365126016686094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/6515365126016686094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprils-fool.html' title='April&apos;s fool'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8434228731805064230</id><published>2008-03-20T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:32:57.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say this week has been really enjoyable so far besides the trauma of getting back CTs results .. Basically there were only two days of lessons followed by feeling fab/ arts day on wed, full day for vj today and finally a long weekend ahead with gd friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took up roller blading for feeling fab, which was fun (except the heat), followed by tagging along with elaine and xiangli for lindy-hop. I was kind of dreading it at first since i thought it wasn't exactly my kind of thing, (more like xiangli's kind of thing. we could totally picture her in the lindy-hop video that the instructor screened at the start to give us a rough idea what lindy-hop was like.) but i must say it was really interesting and i enjoyed it. And as i told the rest after the lesson, i have more confidence for my dancing ability after it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to answer the question "What is lindy-hop?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, check out xiangli's blog for a short description and video on what's lindy hop is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was after arts day, and since thursday was full day, almost the whole team (close to 20 people) went out to find a procrastinated team bag at penisular plaza (some ulu place near cityhall mrt) . As usual, i was feeling so lost in that unknown, foreign place. (Seems like i aren't the only mountain tortoise around there though) Considering how i can get lost in a place like Orchard, lost in that unknown place is inevitable. (I so admire people who are street smart e.g. weirui/wash.) 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after much procrastination and postponing, we finally had JTS today. JTS was ok.. Din't exactly interact much with the juniors since they were like on the other end of the table.. But it has been a long time since i laughed so much. Teasing Doreen and Jon totally tickles me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday James and Mega~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's getting weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8434228731805064230?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8434228731805064230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8434228731805064230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8434228731805064230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8434228731805064230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-must-say-this-week-has-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-677123579399831536</id><published>2008-03-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:11:30.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all.. I'm feeling bored therefore i'm here. This has been a wonderful week of slacking after the mad rush of cts. Holidays are almost over, yet i haven't accomplished anything this holiday. It has been pure slacking, if not training. Of course, the most important event this holiday was training camp. There are many first times that i experienced from this camp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 pushups in a day&lt;br /&gt;training 2 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;doing footwork on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;doing 50 mutiples.&lt;br /&gt;more than 15 people cramped in thaipan van, looking like refugees.&lt;br /&gt;having a mental workshop..&lt;br /&gt;learning tips on focusing..&lt;br /&gt;learning to keep cues in mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the camp has made the team feel more bonded, though there wasn't much interaction between the sexes. Sorry can't post pictures due to connector problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 pushups was the max, everyone couldn't lift their arms for a few days at least. No kidding, it's still aching. 5 sets of 50 shuttles made me see how supportive and encouraging everyone on the same boat could be. So it'll seem like I just want to.. give my everything. Footwork on the beach was interesting, wasn't tough but just weird. Some irritating muds (malay ahbengs) just had to give superfluous comments like "my grandma can do faster than that". Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment was a new experience, even cuddling up in our sleepin bags on the hard floor with a new crowd. Now we know who snores in their sleep :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like an army camp when we were going through all that torturous footwork and drills, and when we finally break camp, every soul was shagged and drained. Even the enthusiatic juniors who always went out for dinner couldn't wait to get home. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, Abt met up for dinner to celebrate spiky's belated birthday at f&amp;amp;c. Thanks to my brilliant suggestion spiky got to stand on the chair and attract everyone's attention with f&amp;amp;c's birthday rap. cool! (sorry no pictures again.) We also had a rare visitor brought by yy. LOL! It's always fun around abt people, and there seem to be some progress on our alumni t-shirt. It has evolved into a jumper for those who are still lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. i'm seriously feeling bored. i think i need to find back my mugging spirit. If not, i'll start to think too much. Bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-677123579399831536?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/677123579399831536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=677123579399831536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/677123579399831536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/677123579399831536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3988482658452966436</id><published>2008-02-27T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:46:10.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you feel loved?</title><content type='html'>Hello to all stressed out folks.. Mugging is not everything in this exam fever, so take a minute or two off, and relieve your stress! (something we learnt from stress management today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself time, and think of your loved ones and friends. How would you like to feel their love for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gifts. (you feel loved when people present you with gifts. For instance, you are one that would announce to the world that your birthday is round the corner, and you hint for a beautiful jacket in the shops. Not that it's materialistic, but just a form of feeling loved.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Words of affirmation. (you like people to say "oh you're so pretty, you're so cute!" Words of praises to be precise.) In xiangli's case, when people say random hey you're pretty, and she would reply "That's me!" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Physical touch (you like to hug your friends, family etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Quality time (you like to spend time with people, even if it's just sitting around and nodding at each other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Acts of services (you like people to do things for you, eg. buy food, tidy your stuff etc. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's it. Many people surveyed responded different to them. Leave a tag behind and let's hear your choice! Haha, then i'll know how you want me to show my love for you! (i'll try.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="240" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/bear.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3988482658452966436?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3988482658452966436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3988482658452966436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3988482658452966436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3988482658452966436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-do-you-feel-loved.html' title='How do you feel loved?'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-5907192374014421393</id><published>2008-02-10T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T03:57:33.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no.. cny holiday is like over in a flash. I am feeling SO reluctant to go back to school seriously, after all that fun, food and enjoyment during this short period. And after this holiday, it means it's time to mug again! OMG. Thats's what the teachers are going to stress on us.. especially since SPAs are coming, CT1 is coming, and the endless amount of tutorials to complete! Sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like almost everybody else, i din't accomplish any work this holiday. It's either having fun, or sleeping. -_- zzz and now i decided to blog since i was so sian just by looking at my file earlier on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily this coming week seems quite slack, besides the fact that there's SPA on wednesday.. valentine's day on thurs (where the atmosphere will just naturally be slack) and cross country on friday.. Seems like everyone's getting ready for v'day/friendship day.. Even people like zy! LOL! ops. Apparently the jiemeis are supposed to prepare stuff, yet i havent thought about it yet. ops. -.- Kind of looking forward to a slack thursday.. since it's the only short day when i can feel slack in school.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope it wouldnt be a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's bidding farewell to huanyeut. Sorry can't send you off this morning.. But doubt you would be reading this either.. All the best yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. time to get some work done. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-5907192374014421393?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5907192374014421393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=5907192374014421393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5907192374014421393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5907192374014421393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-533868815598403310</id><published>2008-02-09T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:49:26.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny chu3. happy belated bd lj</title><content type='html'>Today's quite an interesting day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was gathering at my cousin's house, maternal side, and it was really more fun then the rest of the another days of cny gatherings.. And my cousin's daughter is really cute and entertaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="377" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image006-3.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming at condo.. cousin and other cousin's daughter (wanting)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="480" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image002-2.jpg" width="589" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. how cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="463" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image004-3.jpg" width="582" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro and little wanting. (haha my bro's bald -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="452" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image007-3.jpg" width="613" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cute.. munching veggie like a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="323" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image008-2.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unglam way of eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha dont worry i aren't a paedophile.. she's just cute! hahaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after which, met up with xj and yy to surprise lj at his house. LOL! What nice friends we are.. Cut the cake that we bought for him.. and then started the inevitable cake fight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="472" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image010.jpg" width="657" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lj chasing yy around the house.. trying to smear cake on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, went out to buy fbts, slacked around at kfc, had a nice heart to heart talk with the guys after xj went home.. and then they were so nice and spastic to send me back to my house after which almost missing the last bus home.. -_- Hahaha.. they're such nice friends, i'm touched. So i shall credit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="481" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image013.jpg" width="653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. thats lj and yy at the lrt station at compassvale at 2323 (nice number). haha those 2 woodblocks say never take lrt before, so decided to send me to my stop. cOol x) thanks guys. haha.. and lj is trying to indicate my stop on the map.. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-533868815598403310?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/533868815598403310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=533868815598403310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/533868815598403310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/533868815598403310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-chu3-happy-belated-bd-lj.html' title='cny chu3. happy belated bd lj'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3340993744731514034</id><published>2008-02-07T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:00:58.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Hello all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to meigui's blog i can't help but am forced to start blogging now. If not, her readers will haunt me and soon i'll disappear from here forever. Anyway in my own defence, jaslyn is innocent and does not love junjie (sorry junjie i din't mean to hurt you. hahaha. p.s. pls play along for meigui's sake. x) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we can see, meigui is really really bored. So, as her long time nice teammate, i shall attempt to entertain her.. And i did try really hard.. But because meigui was so bored, it all started with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;COME MY HOUSE LAH&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;then i ask junjie come over&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;don wan&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;i know you want!&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;you're so excited you're jumping in your chair now!&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;yah i m&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;ooooo&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;confession!&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;don omit the -.- part&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm u can blog&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;then we will hav more things to read&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;you blog leh&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;your blog almost as dead as spiky's&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;canot la&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;u nv confess&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;nth to blog&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;i confess that i am really bored at home&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;and will die if you all don't play mahjong with me&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;not interesting&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;ppl don wan noe&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;i confess that i'm feeling really sad because jaslyn loves junjie but not me&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;ӝ jăs ._. heaven on earth says:&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry..&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant control my feelings for you..&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;but since you already found junjie&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;junjie who loves you as much as you love him, which is really really very much&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;i wish you two all the best from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;meigui is disappointed again says:&lt;br /&gt;sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- that was a failure attempt to entertain her. she looked more like the entertainer.. Now she can't blame me for not blogging. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's chinese new year! Everyone's busy visiting, or at least most people.. Hope everyone gets more hongbaos and enjoy this festive season before mugging comes around again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy birthday lejun~ Be cheerful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3340993744731514034?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3340993744731514034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3340993744731514034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3340993744731514034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3340993744731514034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-5991143884564515826</id><published>2008-02-03T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T05:38:48.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post.</title><content type='html'>haha.. ok i seriously have no idea what to blog about.. Besides school, it's still school everyday.. With training and tutorials, there just isn't inspiration and mood to blog. Nothing special has been happening, besides maybe we're missing hy in class.. Speaking of hy, i'm sorry i din't turn up yesterday for the class outing.. Well, i did have other obligations which came up earlier.. Though i heard the turn out was pretty good this time, (hy quite influencial huh?) Even rare people like ruike and xiangli appeared.. thats nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm anyway i hope my friends who're having trouble would work things out soon.. Seeing you guys sad, i inevitably feel sad for you all.. Treasure whatever you've at hand, don't come to regret when you can't even be friends anymore. Give in to each other and hopefully you guys would see the light soon and take it maturely. It's important to be understanding and forgiving. GOod luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year's round the corner.. Cheer up everyone.. It's the time to celebrate a few days off from the mundane school mugging spirit. Whoever's stayin at home for the season, it's ok.. Take the time to reflect :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-5991143884564515826?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5991143884564515826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=5991143884564515826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5991143884564515826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5991143884564515826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-post.html' title='short post.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2647061522438459409</id><published>2008-01-19T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:58:29.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>future? job..</title><content type='html'>It's just recently that i started thinking of the future, job and all.. It started with a simple question by kelly, just a year younger and she has a ambition. However big or small an ambition, at least there's a goal in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question asked so often, it has become something that i have procrastinated to think about. Since young, we are asked to write composition on similar genre. At that time, the future, job and everything else seemed too farfetched to think about. Why of course.. it's only fun that we learn about at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that random question got us into discussion. And many more which i prompted. There are interesting jobs that some friends are interested in, such as environmentalist, radio DJ etc. that i wouldnt consider besides the norm of doctors, business etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 16PF results (Personal Career Development Profile), which was released just a few days ago from the test we did end of last year, got more people into discussion i suppose. It describes one's lifestyle pattern and the suitable jobs. Accurate to some extent, though we can't imagine some people to be president (one of the job options) or CEO 0.o lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more opinion. Most of the jobs i'm supposed to like on the report doesnt arouse my interest, though i did used to like social services.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. We shall keep looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2647061522438459409?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2647061522438459409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2647061522438459409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2647061522438459409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2647061522438459409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/future-job.html' title='future? job..'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8420838886341769073</id><published>2008-01-13T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T06:56:32.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Is it too late to say happy new year? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's the second week into school reopen, orientation's over and lessons resumed. And while the freshmans and ogls were having the time of their life, poor people like me has to prepare for Re-Papers and you know thats such a wet blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only part of orientation that i crashed with some of the 56-ers was sea regretta. The overall comments by j2s was this yr's finale was less fun than last yr's. moreover  TanYH started scolding people for dunking even before the games began. It was boring at first, since we weren't prepared to get wet, so we ended up mopping around the beach, watching the tug-of-war and people getting buried in the sand. Then when the time came, everyone dint get back dry. It has jus a few days and the j1s already know TanYH as you-know-who. Thats really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha right. so thats all thats happening in school besides cca and lessons. i mean how exciting can school be? I just think this year's going to fly by and i really hope it flies fast enough to let me breeze through not scrape through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bro's into army! haha for one thing i cant imagine him bald. Thats like so fast and it's home alone. Dint get to go see him at camp cause it was friday when he went in, and there's school. =/ Like a once in a lifetime thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when next yr come, it'll be our batch's guys.. then we girls can hahaha at them &gt;&lt; .. ok we shallnt be mean.. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8420838886341769073?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8420838886341769073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8420838886341769073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8420838886341769073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8420838886341769073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2008/01/school.html' title='SCHOOL!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-9188296043670403099</id><published>2007-12-29T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T02:49:37.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>national treasure, lunch w abt, kbox,</title><content type='html'>How great. 3 days left to school resuming.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons, homework =(&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to next holiday, closer to end of As =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the temporary stop to training, school's still inevitable because of tkk. Thankfully it's now completed, more time for revision and chilling. Still, there's only 3 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, everyone watch NATIONAL TREASURE. The thrill is just.... excellent. Thats's not much of a spoiler right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza Sing is so centralised that on that day winston and his TIP peeps just had to stand at that particular spot in the MRT station and let us find him. Besides there was also bingxu, long time no see, and he looks different. LOL. And from that spot we saw &lt;s&gt; jumaiyah &amp;amp; samuel &lt;/s&gt; and while queueing for tickets, i spotted mayyee. Walking into the cinema, someone called my name from behind and there was mayyee, sitting right behind me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the moral of the story is don't watch at PS because it's so centralised and we got seats two rows from the screen. Though thats crap, it doesnt spoil the show a single bit. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was lunch with ABt'06 the next day at Pariss. Sadly meigui din't appear, reducing the girl-guy ratio even more. Though there was rare guest joan again to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;Food was pleasant, company was great, until Melissa had to come and drag me off. o.0 Well, i can't be ungrateful for her kind deed eh. I guess i was left with no choice. haha. That makes me sound so reluctant even for that short 25mins. Ok to mel those can be retracted. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i din mean to be late, and cause much misery to their empty stomach. But.... i hardly wake up before 10! So for once, I dint have to wait for Joan. Everytime i step into Eunos Mrt station, it somehow reminds me of how long i waited for her the time when we went FuHua SEc for friendly cause she was so freaking late. Old habits die hard. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright my calendar is funny, but it serves a purpose for reminding myself ok. Those evil ppl treated me like clown. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at 3pm we had to leave Pariss, time passed really quickly and we walked to somerset from ngee ann city, seeing Mr and Mrs Yeo at cineleisure (dressed slightly less than nicely -.-) and also my bro and his friends. Headed for kpool after a trip to the arcade, during which perlin appeared. For god knows wad reason we walked to Borders after that to accomplish nothing besides the walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, the siblings left and we went on for dinner. Tough decision on the dining location, because we live at different locations, we had a long debate on Toa Payoh, Hougang, AMK, woodlands (out of qns) and Yishun. We really left the decision to fate, though we decided upon toa payoh's ba cor mee (thanks to jeremy's persistent recommendation). Because it was peak hour, the mrt train towards toa payoh was packed (or rather the commuters refuse to move inwards, hence obstruction at the door) so when the first train came, only spiky managed to squeeze in before the train door closed upon us. Poor spiky was stucked at the next station waiting a damn long time for us, because the next few trains that came, we couldnt make it in. So we decided to take the train which goes in the opposite direction to Dhoby Ghaut (relatively empty). We finally got spiky back with us and our dinner at ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was kboxing with sam and friends. Nothing surprising besides the price. $94.16 for 4pax, thats freakingly ex considering membership. How can they stop kstundent promotion?! zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-9188296043670403099?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/9188296043670403099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=9188296043670403099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/9188296043670403099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/9188296043670403099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/national-treasure-lunch-w-abt-kbox.html' title='national treasure, lunch w abt, kbox,'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7304617189340366957</id><published>2007-12-25T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:24:16.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting. ABt chalet.</title><content type='html'>Hello hello. Sorry for the disappearance, i'm back and it's christmas. Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports trip was really fun and an eyeopener, besides the slightly cliquish part. I shall say the memorable things that i want to maintain as memories (regardless of good or bad), when 10 years down the road, i look back on my first sports trip ever with the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the most important part of the trip were the friendly matches that we took the long bus rides for. They were also part of the reason for the trip, to expose us to other players, besides the bonding of the team. And because our bus driver got lost looking for the badminton hall on the first day of the trip, we were stuck on the bus for a freakingly long time. What we din't know was, it wasnt' worth our effort in the least. What awaited us at the sports hall was a egoist man, all full of himself and his club, not bad players at least, and a lousy demand of shuttlecocks from us. Saying accomodating us was by providing courts and players, we were supposed to provide all sources of shuttles. And of course, since we brought limited from homeland, we were required to purchase from him. Oh well, of course picking up an arguement wasnt our nature as guest, it was the most we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say like father like son, we could say like teacher like student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snobbish players he has got, walking off the court without the slightest acknowledgement of appreciation and thanks after a game, right after the shuttle lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the brighter side, we had better opponents for the next two friendly matches on the second and third day respectively. Especially so when we met the supposingly state and street players on the third day. We were really warmly received as the players were lined up and we did shake hands with each and every player, and of course taking photographs. They really treated us as valuable opponents and maybe even a tinge of fear? For we were actually in red and white jerseys, Singapore colours maybe? haha. The joke of the trip was that we were actually going to represent Singapore as Team Siglap. (Since M'sia was big and had states that the players could represent.) And the second friendly was with some random players, but they were quite nice yet dao too. Oh well. At least we took a picture. Unlike the egoist people who just packed bags and left without a goodbye even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the next most interesting thing was paintball. For those who are clueless about what it is, it's just a sadistic game where you hold a gun and shoot people (literally), obviously your opponents. And these tiny balls filled with paint come flying out at say 500km per hr maybe? And you try to avoid any balls at all cost, because when you get whacked, the "bullets" burst and you get a patch of paint on your shirt, coming with it is a huge blue-black that stays with you for days. In the end, everyone returned with bruises, except wanyun and me, though we were kind of glad yet disappointed at the same time. We missed out on the opportunity to experience getting hit, (it's that sadistic) since the thrill was getting hit in the process of the game besides leading the team to victory by tagging the other team's flag on the other side of the playing ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least was the fun and thrill we experienced as a team at the outdoor theme park in Genting. It was fun to be there as a team, the whole team filling up the roller coaster, and sadly not the Viking ship, since for some reason the team were splited at first. It was while queueing for Spaceshot that the girls called the guys to join us.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't deny my fear for the rides, but it was the peer pressure and of course moral support from the others that boost my confidence to overcome the fears. From the start, I secretly swore to myself that i wouldn't get on Spaceshot aka Freefall regardless of all. I told yy i would queue with them, and watch them get on the ride. And when our friendly tourguide aka ms lim came along and said she was going for Go-Kart with bel, i had a strong desire to tag along. And it was yy who refused to let me out of the queue -.- So that's how peer pressure started. And as we got nearer and nearer to the front of the queue, (time passed really quickly when you just hoped it slows down really.. the rest could really entertain themselves by playing Bridge standing) yy and i were silent, secretly praying to our holy god to save us from the tramatising experience that we were going to bring ourselves upon. She had the experience of chickening out after she queued for a damn long time at korea theme park for a similar ride, hence i cant imagine her putting me through this torturous wait. Nevertheless, when we were just a dozen or so people away from the front of the queue, yy really got scared. It's really funny when you hear people scream, i wouldnt believe i was comforting her instead of the reverse. (She was the one insisting i take the ride -_-) We did think of how cold we would be up at the top, since it was a foggy day and it just happened to rain when we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendly tour guide aka we-know-who was evil enough to show off her steamy cup noodles while we were stuck in the queue for Corkscrew (the roller coaster that had overturns) and some shivering even. Hah. On the whole it was a worth while experience, at least i did overcome some obstacles that i couldnt imagine myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night in the hotel room was the most memorable of all, since everyone gathered in ms lim's room and played together. After 2am when ms lim decided that we should sleep, some of us changed location and gathered in mayyee's room instead. Believe it or not, adrian kelvin mayyee and yy entertained themselves with some lame fortune telling game till what? 5am?! Just because spastic adrian kept going "again again". Gosh. Till they finally decided to head back to their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the cable car ride back and forth from genting was fun. The view was splendid. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had fun though there wasn't much shopping time, and i had a great sleeping companion who wasn't afraid of ghost? LOL. The rest got freaked out after hearing some ghost stories on the bus ride back to the hotel at night. And we could self entertain by simply having a mini kbox session in our room. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how could i forget, we visited a chocolate factory or whatever it was called. Basically it just sold alot of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after we returned back to Singapore after another long day of bus rides, i couldn't believ myself, but i did bring myself to ABt chalet after depositing the luggage at home. I wonder how i convinced myself to go without sleep for another two whole days. Nevertheless, i really enjoyed myself with my team'06 as usual, nothing beats them all. Simply looking at yongyuan keeps you awake cause you cant stop laughing at his spasticity. And then there's weeyang who talks endlessly, wilson who was dead tired after rolling his boat hence collapsing on the mac's table, yongkiat's activeness and spiky's random comments.. though we had some unforeseen disputes at the chalet, everything did turn out well eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people came on the second day, that includes JOAN (rare guest), meigui, melissa and ningxin. hence everyone decided they should pose with joan for a photograph. How honourable, i took at least 2 with her =D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. And we went arcade and played bball and ddr. (we tried to play datona but there just had to be a power failure when i was in 2nd position. i swear i could hav caught up with weeyang just less than an inch infront. haha) And did i mention we played arcade at Genting too. Ok not we, they did. At least ms lim challenged adrian to basket ball and he was really proud of his score- 133 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i shall end now. Other events shall be post next time. 2.24am. time for bed. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7304617189340366957?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7304617189340366957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7304617189340366957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7304617189340366957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7304617189340366957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/genting-abt-chalet.html' title='Genting. ABt chalet.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-1197303362418975843</id><published>2007-12-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:11:34.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trg? and vj chalet.</title><content type='html'>I felt cheated today, and had to wake up bright and early for training at 9am at a new place called Singapore Chinese Girls' School. It's new 'cause it's my first time there, therefore had to wake up early to look for the place, and together with parents complaining how far it is and how often trgs are getting, it's just frustrating. And who knows i would get there early, (i reached at 8.25 when yy told me to meet at 8.45) therefore i tried to find the school hall on my own. (I succeeded and it was locked, too bad for early birds -_- badminton ppl are seldom on time, i assumed.) And when yy appeared ard 8.40, we were the only people there. And she started to get worried when no SCGS girls appeared (she said they were usually early for past trainings) at 8.50. When 8.55 arrived and still no one appeared, something must be wrong. It din't take much of a brilliant kid to realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yy called may and her phone was off.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she called isabel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted..&lt;br /&gt;bel: hello... (sounding tired)&lt;br /&gt;yy: did you just wake up?&lt;br /&gt;bel: ya... (sounding very tired)&lt;br /&gt;yy: (started laughing, because we predicted her to be slping STilL)&lt;br /&gt;bel: wad time is it?&lt;br /&gt;yy: 9am!&lt;br /&gt;bel: oh ****!&lt;br /&gt;yy: (laughs harder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yy called Mr wong..&lt;br /&gt;yy: hello mr wong ah. today trg is it at SCGS? (when we are already there -_-)&lt;br /&gt;mr wong: ..... (dint know wad he said, but training was definately not at SCGS! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, training in actual fact was at Xinmin. I guess at training last friday when Mr wong told us training was at SCGS on thursday (today), we took it for real and din't double checked with him, never did we realise he got the venue wrong. -_-' oh well. i just feel bad having to create a fuss in the morning about the venue and stuff, and in the end not getting to train, making the trip even less worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yy called may again, to tell her about the change in venue..&lt;br /&gt;handphone was off again.. so she called her house (predicting that she was asleep as well. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Guess wad? May's sleeping too -.- Some pigs those two are. LOL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really like some sneaky stuff that i did after that. yy went ahead with training at Xinmin while i went home to get my physics stuff before meet mr wong in school. In order to avoid letting my parents know that i made a wasted trip ( more like avoid more naggings), i was trying to find some excuse to make for reaching home so early. -_- Of course i came up with none. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had to go into the house somehow. Viola, the door was locked. So racing with time, unlocked, prepared for school, kept any traces of my arrival at home, and dashed out once again. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went on as usual, met Mr wong, caught fred claus with mel after that, met chunhan and christine coincidentally on the train and back home again. (All's safe and sound, no questions no doubts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were off at vj bad chalet. It was quite a different experience, being part of the organising team all over again. Don't be surprised, bel started our bbq fire, yy and i took charge of the cooking most of the time. It's was funny really, such a big chalet (it was a yacht bungalow at aloha changi) with 5 toilets some more, and there was only us four girls with ms lim who helped us check in. I learnt a new game, texas poker, from adrian. Equally addictive, what more can entertain a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr wong came, and he summoned all of us to the bbq pit. And started to tell us how scary aloha changi was with the war and dead people from the past. And he claimed we had an assignment to do: sweep up all the leaves and fall in the next morning ( like this chalet was some military camp). what a great sense of humour -.-&lt;br /&gt;And bel told us what a senior told her about her past encounter. At night at some chalet at aloha changi as well, some girls went into the toilet and came out feeling wierd. Then they saw a puddle of water forming on the ground and there were ripples in the water despite no drips of water falling into the puddle. And the puddle grew bigger. Of course we were freaked out. For a moment, they put off the idea of bathing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke up and found everyone stoning. Some decided to head home to wash up while others stayed at the chalet. It's kind of inconvenient for its location, so there wasnt much to play ard there anyway. I chose to follow the former, but instead of leaving for home, caught a bus ride with yy to her house and ended up watching The Prestige on her laptop. We were again behaving sneakily in her room, smuggling food when food wasn't allowed in rooms upstairs. -_- Oh well, i was tired so i fell asleep in between scenes. After the show ended, we had our mini kbox session with songs played through her comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. There would be more fun to come in the next few days. Which means, busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-1197303362418975843?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/1197303362418975843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=1197303362418975843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1197303362418975843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/1197303362418975843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/12/trg-and-vj-chalet.html' title='trg? and vj chalet.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2705246763068613540</id><published>2007-11-28T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:45:13.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted.</title><content type='html'>I think i'm really enjoying myself this holiday, to the extent of grappling with guilt. Everyday is occupied with some event, either training or gathering of some sort. Time is really passing fast when you're having fun. November is ending, and yes soon christmas will come, and then poof it's sch reopen. -_- zzz. I'm planning ahead you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway happy birthday jenna =D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day and really worth blogging about, because........ i watched ENCHANTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's been dreaming of a true love's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a prince, she's hoping, comes with this   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what springs ever-afterings so happy   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the reason we need lips so much   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For lips are the only things that touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is such a nice name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice and got the audience really roaring with laughter. Especially when i could stay wide awake after training to catch an evening show, it's really worth watching i think. I don't want to be a spoiler, so go watch it! And there's some wierd man in the theatre that laughs really loud like some hyena. -_-  Sam created his own nacho cheese and i happened to be his third guinea pig. Hey i'm still alive. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kboxing at the new amk branch with xj, wt and qj. Thanks to yy and her membership card we managed to go for kstudent and wolfed down plates and plates of crackers. wt eats them like she's a dustbin, pouring every pea into her mouth -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last sat was gathering at zy's house. The Taiwan Immersion ppl were away and not many ppl turned up. But nevertheless, there's always fun with mahjong. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to play less i guess, especially when more trainings' kicking in. Five times a week is just it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2705246763068613540?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2705246763068613540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2705246763068613540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2705246763068613540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2705246763068613540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8828436294388481824</id><published>2007-11-22T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:35:47.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dsa kids come</title><content type='html'>Caught Bratz with xj when we met up again since her birthday celebration at pepper lunch.. The movie was quite funny and spastic, and made me realise how important friendship is and should be cherished. After which we just sat at gelare after scraping off our waffle and catching up. How coincidental to see Elaine and her friends walking pass, and then Doreen's Pw group there too. Anyway thanks xj and lj for the belated prez. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays everyone's getting free, and there's time to meet up with friends, but does it apply to me? And then Alevels is over too, and i dread it when my bro dumps all his worksheets and notes on my table and says :" Nah read this and you can get As." Getting me all flustered and worried about the Rs that i've got to prepare for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on as usual. Trainings as usual, which makes up most of the holiday. The DSA kids have just started to join us and also the possible kids who can make it to VJ through PAE, which is actually just one guy from VS, Colin. Now the team looks slightly bigger, and trainings are becoming more crowded with the Sec 4s and old graduates from VJ coming back to spar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad when the DSA kids ask for my alma mater, and i don't feel proud about it. It just makes me feel inferior especially so when one of them thought for a while and said :"Oh, from north zone huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through this many times, when can we brave up to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first training that we have them yesterday, and thankfully they seem to be far from what bel described them to be, instead friendly and sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OCIP people are finally coming back tomorrow. I guess it's different without yy ch and may at training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8828436294388481824?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8828436294388481824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8828436294388481824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8828436294388481824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8828436294388481824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/dsa-kids-come.html' title='dsa kids come'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7674773014873843787</id><published>2007-11-19T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:13:47.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beat box comp.</title><content type='html'>After training on friday, rushed down to bugis to meet wash and gang to accompany the birthday boy. Din't do much except dinner and chat since there wasn't really much time to spare.. Hope he had fun shopping with jonathan and doreen in the afternoon, though he does look kind of dead when i saw him. LOL. they must be a bore. poor wash. xD Anyway Happy birthday :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saturday was another day out. Some of us went down to AMK hub to render support for sam's beatbox competition. Not to my surprise, the place for registration was filled with GUYS. And i was like the only girl then with wash in the crowd of guys before the rest appeared. According to sam, there is only OnE female contestant. Not to deny it, she is better than some other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/femalebeatboxcompetitor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition is really tough, and it really takes a lot of guts to stand up on stage in front of the crowd, which is really a LOT of people.. All the supporters, friends or simply shoppers who had all gathered to watch the 2 min beatbox display by each contestants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="271" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/crowdatAMKhub.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and.. of course, there's star appearance by daren tan, project superstar 2 champion.. Which sent elaine and i gaga for a while since he's much better looking in person eh. xP Surprisingly doreen remained calm. 0.o heh. And even plan to help us ask for a picture. oh well...... If you can actually see, the guy in the white shirt at the bottom left hand corner is him seated as one of the judges.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Dont give up sam, regardless of all results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7674773014873843787?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7674773014873843787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7674773014873843787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7674773014873843787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7674773014873843787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/beat-box-comp.html' title='beat box comp.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2961992833113062484</id><published>2007-11-14T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:45:05.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kboxing, thai express</title><content type='html'>It was really eventful yesterday, and i must say i really had fun. Though we got ps-ed last min by lots of people, but nevertheless, sam zy amanda and i went ahead with kboxing at cineleisure. And it's really sad to say the victorians i know, are usually never punctual -_- At 1.45 which was 15 mins past our meeting time, some people were still at eunos (and we know how far that is from somerset), while some others are still at home -.- But anyway, kboxing will always liven the spirit. =D We aren't a great match for kboxing since we have different taste and preference for singers and songs, but we just made do. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss singing with members of PJS and when we go crazy in class in those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. we finally met up again. After coming to a year of separation. We had dinner at thai express and caught up with all the gossips and stories. After hogging their seats for a long time, we decided to change location to carry on with our conversation. There was just so much to talk about but so little time, and we had to head home at 11pm, further cam whoring at the mrt station, of all places. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Since our friends are all not chi-na, let's go kbox some day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2961992833113062484?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2961992833113062484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2961992833113062484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2961992833113062484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2961992833113062484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/kboxing-thai-express.html' title='Kboxing, thai express'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-745765256452699905</id><published>2007-11-12T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:29:30.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>07s56 chalet</title><content type='html'>s56 chalet was fun.. best of all, it's low budgeted thanks to free shelter. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. thanks elaine for contributing to the organising and providing your uncle's &lt;s&gt;haunted&lt;/s&gt; house as shelter for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All was great except the helping to clean up the ancient house that was vacant for two years part.. So you can imagine all the dust that has collected and creepy-crawlies that have lay low in the house until we came along and swept them all out. Stepping into the house bare footed, is as ziyang said at first "wah my foot print is formed". That bad. And the freaky part is a lizard can jump out of the mop when we put the mop into a bucket of water. So we actually saw a lizard swim that day. -_- And wash and ziyang were men of the day.. Wash emptied the bucket while ziyang caught the lizard by its tail!! #$%^&amp;amp;* gosh. And swung it in front of us somemore when it's still alive and kicking alright. -_- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the best part of all, is that the house is so huge it takes forever to clean..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/meandamandacleaningup.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amanda and me trying to clean up.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="288" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/elainesweepingdoorway.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;elaine sweeping hard at the doorway.. unglam eh. XD good job hahaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="281" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/washdumpingrubbish.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wash dumping rubbish..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="282" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/housework.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jon and me mopping hard.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess wad.. we're all hard at work, and wad's the photographer doing huh? SlacKing?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="283" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/bucketwithlizard.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gross bucket with gross lizard @.@ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when we finally got done, we went out for lunch and at the same time fetching the rest from tampines interchange.. Of course it's fulfilling doing household chores so passionately.. The end result was satisfying when we finally could step on the floor without getting black feet. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the joke of the chalet was our plan to have a movie marathon through out the night.. Only to come to realise elaine's uncle sold their huge television, and in place was a 12 inch tv, for those who have no idea how huge it is, it's even smaller than a laptop screen. -_- haha.. but nevertheless, i finally got to catch SEcREts. LOL! after like 10 years of waiting, thanks to amanda and her discs.. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's a chalet without mahjong huh? So that was what i did for most of the afternoon together with ziyang amanda and a random change of last player.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="283" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/mahjong-1.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until we got tired and decided for a change of game to RISK. For the benefit of those who dunno the game, it is about trying to conquer various parts of continents on a map with soldiers and attacking other players. So choosing zy as ally was a right choice eh james? hahaa. =P Unlike your dear zijie who decided to attack you back thereafter. -_- And we got so addicted with the game we continued playing while having dinner and shifted the board downstairs so that we could watch programmes on the 12 inch TV -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="279" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/movingriskboard.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right. thats us moving the board. With tiny soldiers on the board, we had to move with explicit care and skill in order to keep them in place. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After which we celebrated wash's birthday with weirui's oreo cheesecake. nice stuff =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="275" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/oreocheesecake.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone's waiting to eat it. lols..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then when people started to shut off and hibernate, i finally gave in after the boring cartoon put me to sleep. Haha, but then again i woke up upon a mahjong show from zy's dvd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/lateatnight.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't bring myself to sleep on the two year old bed for fear of bed bugs, therefore i headed home in the wee morning to catch a few winks before training in the afternoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On saturday, everyone were energized once again after a good nap at home on friday night. And we saw more rare guests turning up eg. shara, xiangli, sam, winston, weirui.. etc. And of course how could i forget our CT Mr Wong who sponsored dinner of canadian pizza that night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="279" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/pizza.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pizza! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="276" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/mrwongandelaine.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's our CT and organiser.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and he's moving to SengkanG! 0.o lols.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="278" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/monopoly.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's a bunch of people playing monopoly while we continued with our mahjong addiction.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="290" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/happybdhari.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yes. and happy birthday to hari.. that's our 2nd celebration of the chalet.. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="282" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/chocolatecake.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time it's chocolate mousse cake. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After which we played charades, treasure hunt and some wierd know your classmate game which elaine organised. lol!.. Quite spastic actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i had to go home to prepare for training again the next morning. At that time i got reluctant to go, cause i was just having fun bridging with wins wr and zy. HAhA, But anyway, i just couldnt stay guys. Sry! xD As much as i wanted to. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway everything was fun. Thanks for the effort elaine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-745765256452699905?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/745765256452699905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=745765256452699905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/745765256452699905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/745765256452699905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/07s56-chalet.html' title='07s56 chalet'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8652296478896786464</id><published>2007-11-05T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:57:54.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>END of PW!</title><content type='html'>Great. So we can consider today as the last of all PW ever, after I&amp;amp;R is submitted tomorrow and we can clear all mails and folders related to that detestable thing. But then again, it isn't that bad afterall now that we look back. Besides occasional bickers and lady-like attitudes, my group is relatively fun-loving and i'll miss working with them. =P HaHA. Of course i can say all these now, since there isnt a need to work together anymore. Nevertheless, i thank my members for those tolerant times (especially of my busy scheduals) , and if anyone ever felt overburdened or pissed off during this process of work, i guess all that can be given now is an apology =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="469" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image001-2.jpg" width="509" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is me and my group members after our presentation. Elation is written all over our faces. Note the big stickers that we paste on ourselves. looks retarted eh. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now that Pw is over, it actually rather sad. (i'm not sarcastic.) Because.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now i have no reason to procrastinate preparation for Rs. (People preparing for As/ Os, i prepare Rs -_- zzz) Time to make good use of time, and not slack around like a couch potato. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there's still so many days taken up by trainings, besides tkk and other obligations, there isnt much time left before we realise that holidays over. zzz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. BOrIng. This is such a lazy mood. I just don feel like doing anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8652296478896786464?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8652296478896786464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8652296478896786464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8652296478896786464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8652296478896786464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-pw.html' title='END of PW!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7780736943291685678</id><published>2007-10-31T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:13:47.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays are the best!</title><content type='html'>It has been really enjoyable and heartwarming to receive all that attention for the past two days. I should say my friends have been really kind, going to great length (maybe) to get me stuff, and keeping me happy. Thanks alot. =D LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially beloved (happy not? got special mention. haha..) who flew down from tampines to harbourfront just to accompany me after a long day of PW, and forcefully insisting on getting a cake just because i used to have cravings for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a good friend who told me how my present came about.. It was lying sad and lonely in a shop. Then this friend came along and swept it off its feet. It suddenly felt admired and happy when the salesperson came flocking to it. Then, it got disappointed when it realised it was the admirer getting all that attention. Embarrassing with all that attention eh? I understand that. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's a wierd partner of mine who designated a blog entry specially for me. Despite the effort, it was actually unreliable as more than half the time, the information wasn't true. Good try spastic! hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it was a pleasant surprise to receive a maple cashcard. The bigger surprise is the sender though. It's touching to hear your friends say "needed to try to find something special for you." Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also our dear captain and vice captain who bugged many many people ( I presume) to find out what i would like.. Even people whom i wasn't exactly close with also got bugged (as long as they knew them). -_- thanks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, most importantly are members of ABT who lit up my night. Getting me some wierd tofu cake, jus because it's called salted tofu cake. -.- (inside joke) And poor it felt so neglected when we kept pushing it to one another. It would be passed on spiky, don worry. I will put preservatives to let it last till 8th march. hahaha.. Game plan was quite nice, at least i din't fall asleep despite a day of training. Spike reminds us of spiky. hahaha.. And thanks for the cheese cake, and of course every one who was still as spastic as before for turning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. and also thanks to members of s56 who spent pre-halloween with me at sentosa, getting all roasted and burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and.. everyone who remembered and wished me. THanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Sounds like some speech -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7780736943291685678?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7780736943291685678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7780736943291685678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7780736943291685678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7780736943291685678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthdays-are-best.html' title='birthdays are the best!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-3054061947916544813</id><published>2007-10-18T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T05:10:47.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pw and hy's chalet.</title><content type='html'>This is really really sad, but i can't post pictures anymore till further notice. =( The connector conked out, so files can't be transferred =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these days are just mad rushes between project work and cca. Every alternate days each occurs, which leaves me without much free time. The silver lining in all is that normal lessons have ended for the year, which means the ability to wake up later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline for written report has been met, next up is the preparation for oral presentation. It can be predicted that the next few days would be hectic as well, given rehearsals to carry out and the meeting with Mr wong before the Op workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dreadful thing is when meetings and cca clashes. But I'm really sorry that my group members have to accomodate me. I can't afford to skip cca (despite your claims of Op being of much higher priority), cause i'm not like xiangli who skips cca like free -_- lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a few more weeks. Then all these will be over. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only highlight of the week should be Huanyuet's chalet i suppose. Sorry for not staying over with you, doreen. Not that i want to be ps-er , but the only reason that can hold me back is cca again. I guess that's the problem with sports. Not appearing for training without reason would just mean letting yourself be condemned by coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the chalet does look scary itself, with the swaying curtains in horror movies and dirty walls. With the ideal location right by changi hospital, when you get bored you can simply take a walk round the estate and scare yourself. Or walk up to the second floor of the chalet with a bunch of screaming girls and scare yourself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much chance for interaction since the night is usually the time for socialising. nevertheless, it was an experience. For once, we see the guys helping with the bbq-ing. =D And our dear weirui baked cake for the sept and oct babies. =D Thanks girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-3054061947916544813?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/3054061947916544813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=3054061947916544813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3054061947916544813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/3054061947916544813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/10/pw-and-hys-chalet.html' title='Pw and hy&apos;s chalet.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2540327800278973876</id><published>2007-10-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:08:38.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell assembly, CCA open house and xj's birthday.</title><content type='html'>Post promos activities are just so eventful. Ponnsters are thriving like never before, and even the most obedient kids are skipping lectures (which are deemed useless by them, since they end up playing in that enclosed LT anyway) just to hang around or grab a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J2s have officially stopped coming to school after the farewell assembly last friday. As usual, whenever there are concerts or role-playing staged in VJ, it never fails to turn out hilarious and entertaining.. It brings to a close the school year and the champion house was announced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="414" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Houses.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parading of the house flags..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the champion house is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEGASUS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like kind of expected.. since they were doing so well in most events this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="442" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Elainexlme.jpg" width="611" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we got bored when the instrumentals were going on, we started cam-whoring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="454" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Jiemeis.jpg" width="570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie-meis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Mr Chan decided to give us free ice-cream for some reason ( i forgot what ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 278px" height="409" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Icecream.jpg" width="589" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some people just cannot maintain their composure.. LOLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the following day was CCA open house.. The shuttlers arrived at school bright and early, only to end up finding that there wasnt much to prepare for our booth since we were already well prepared the day before, therefore we ended up helping the Students' Council carry tons and tons of goodies bags (i measure them in tons since they are freakingly heavy) and it brought back those memories of doing such dirty work back as a councillor in Anderson. So when we decided to retire back to our booth in the cool and comforting hall, we were seen as a bunch of people crowding round our booth doing nothing, occasionally stroking around in the court that was available to us. It was a chance to interact and socialise, and just feel like the burden of studying is taken off us for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="432" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Openhouse2.jpg" width="615" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can actually see, it's kenneth niam in the court..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, badminton is such a fun sport that it attracts the crowd. So by noon, our booth was mobbed by both victorians and outsiders, all waiting to lay their hands on the rackets. Seems like things are looking good for the boys team next year, provided that the numerous AHS guys who came to stroke were coming to VJ. The tall guy would make a good singles point, and the shorter doubles pair, our vj doubles, adrian and kelvin would make the team. How nice.. That would be a nice picture to paint. We shall just hope and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the girls' side, there weren't that many players who came. The only one who was keen to join us had 15 points in prelims. yy said that the girl was so sad she cant join us that she cried -_- oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been cooped up in the hall for the whole day, we took turns to walk around and look at the other booths or concert in the PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="448" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Cheerleading.jpg" width="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own vj cheerleaders' first display..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture looks really cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="446" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Youngatheart.jpg" width="556" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's yy and may at toy'R Us.. We thought there might be something in there that we could get for Adrian for his birthday. But i guess not.. And we ended up having our own fun. -_- We also visited make-your-bear in Suntec, and i shall not mention the embarrassing incident. LOL. We walked for such a short period of time and the guys couldn't take it already. -.- no wonder guys are never made for shopping. Zhong xian was practically bending over with ache, but at least chunhan could still remain composed 0.O So we settled for a shirt in S&amp;amp;K and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;happy birthday xiangjun -_- LOL!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, we finally met up again together with wt and qj..&lt;br /&gt;Since scheduals of four schools can never fit perfectly, we just had to make do with dinner..&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at pepperlunch, and we "hid" our birthday cake with the people there earlier (as the usual procedures would go)..&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was wierd the way they functioned, taking orders before sitting down. For first timers like the three of us besides xj, we took a really long time to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 236px" height="402" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/pepperlunch.jpg" width="588" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how food looks like from there.. There was a whole mountain of bean sprouts (cheapo vegetable -_-) and a few pieces of meat ( of which i gave one each to wt and qj). Therefore i ended up eating white rice with pathetic pieces of meat. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole catch of it is that if you are planning a surprise (even for the most naive person), never do it at pepperlunch (at least for the AMK branch). It would explain itself when you are halfway through your dinner, and their &lt;s&gt;dumb &lt;/s&gt;employee would come along and ask :"hey did you all keep a cake with us?" .. and even better, asking the birthday girl herself. So do take my advice, go somewhere else where they have brighter employees. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, their service was ok, passable. At least there were nice employees around who wished xj at their own initiative. lols. So we dug at our cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="470" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/xjhercake.jpg" width="674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiangjun and her cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="407" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/finishedcake.jpg" width="560" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the remnants of the cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun meeting up again after so long. =D Happy birthday again xj, and thanks for the ring ;D lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remain happy everyone. Gotta face the sufferings of promo results. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2540327800278973876?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2540327800278973876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2540327800278973876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2540327800278973876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2540327800278973876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/10/farewell-assembly-cca-open-house-and.html' title='Farewell assembly, CCA open house and xj&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8601707860350672861</id><published>2007-10-04T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:11:51.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz.</title><content type='html'>Since i'm tagged and currently free from the struggles of work, i shall complete the 'quiz'. I remember being tagged by meigui sometime ago and now mieoteng, but since i wasn't free then, i shall make it up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;haha. i shall not list. we shall see who knows me best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. The person(s) who tag you is/are?&lt;br /&gt;Mieoteng &amp;amp; Meigui =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her is:&lt;br /&gt;er.. upper primary school classmate for 3 years. (i think?) &amp;amp; team mate for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her:&lt;br /&gt;talkative, long (as in tall), skinny, friendly, amusing. &amp;amp; spastic, gambling queen, dao -.- , leng, frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;sorry i've short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;er.. don't remember -.- (but for meigui it's "salty woman")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;have heart to heart talk. &amp;amp; quarrel everyday. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;no comments. it'll be impossible. waste my brain cells. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;make them die badly -.- fry them in a pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. the most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;organise a gathering and chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;pleasant friend. &amp;amp; spastic teammate, never want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;good question. i'll ask them one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. the character you love of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;zi-high (when the chance arise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. on the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;lack of initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;uh. i like you all too -.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. pass this quiz to 10 person that you wish to know how they feel about you.(more like those blogs that i visit frequently)&lt;br /&gt;1. meigui (if she's that free let her do it again. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;2. spiky&lt;br /&gt;3. weeyang&lt;br /&gt;4. Junjie&lt;br /&gt;5. Elaine&lt;br /&gt;6. Winston&lt;br /&gt;7. Jiaming&lt;br /&gt;8. Xiangli&lt;br /&gt;9. Xiangjun&lt;br /&gt;10. Samuel (if he does have a blog ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. thats a open secret eh? Lets keep it hush for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;female. duh not obvious meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. i think i'll laugh until i faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout no.8 and 5?&lt;br /&gt;haha high chance. Since they can both turn bi-sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Studying uh?.. Maritime stuff? LOL -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;uh.. like few minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;haha. wad an appropriate question. everyone knows she lives in the 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 has any siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;uh yah. want guy want girl also have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;haha. do girls woo guys? (sry i live in the well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.7 ?&lt;br /&gt;haha when all the guys disappear from earth and i learn to be initiative, i'll consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;uh. he has plenty of scandals, i probably lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;soh? is that important? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the nickname of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;samy LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of no.4?&lt;br /&gt;er.. bball? neopetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. they might if they knew each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about no.1?&lt;br /&gt;hello spastic. your blog is stagnant. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you try developing feelings for no.8?&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying really hard. But then her singing scares me off. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;like no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.7 likes no.2?&lt;br /&gt;maybe if they knew each other secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get to know no.2?&lt;br /&gt;the best team on earth. ''D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;too many, uncountable. like pet ali, pet sandy etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;haha. if she grew taller, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8601707860350672861?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8601707860350672861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8601707860350672861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8601707860350672861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8601707860350672861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiz.html' title='quiz.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7879651153684746415</id><published>2007-10-04T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:06:18.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out.</title><content type='html'>ah. Promos over, there's still results and pw. =X I don't mean to say this, but slacking can be quite boring. At least time passes by faster when you're busy mugging. Haha. But then again it beats studying for exams. Cheers man to all those still hard at work. It will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pw can be really stressful i guess?.. Look at what it turns people out into.. But then again, it's only a single person -.- The other group members are still sane. THankfully. I don't wanna complete the project single-handledly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is in vs hostel's visitor's lounge by the way..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="408" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image003-2.jpg" width="455" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hah. guess how xiangli's dad gonna react seeing her like that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="315" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image005-2.jpg" width="558" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="347" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image002-1.jpg" width="734" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="386" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image006-2.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry people. She'll be fine after PW ends.. In about a month's time !!!!!! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. XIANGLI. Get those pictures from me if you want, when we're both online alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway yesterday was girl's day out. or rather the Bees. &lt;s&gt;Basket, Bullshit, Bimbo and Bitch. &lt;/s&gt;There isn't much impression of the things we did, besides lunch at Heeren's wanton mee stall, since we literally window-shopped the whole day. That doesn't mean buying everything in the window, but purely looking. It has been a long time since i took neos though, and we did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="409" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image008-1.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for lunch.. You even need to get queue number to collect your food. How high tech huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="440" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image011.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost finished lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="490" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image009-1.jpg" width="501" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doreen and elaine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="424" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image007-2.jpg" width="642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not mention how fated we were to meet someone when orchard is so big eh. Maybe it's not us. Just her. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.. I know there're more pictures than words, but just bear with it.. Till i've more inspiration. At least there's something new to read eh. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7879651153684746415?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7879651153684746415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7879651153684746415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7879651153684746415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7879651153684746415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-out.html' title='Day out.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-6495715679161060244</id><published>2007-09-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:15:20.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of promos, send off for alison.</title><content type='html'>Guess wad? Promo's over! we're FREE~ (i'm sorry i lagged by a few days to share my jubilation) But that's because i was busy slacking away. I haven't sat and stoned for a long time, it was such a refreshing experience to be able to literally sit and stone (do nothing) when we were at huanyuet's house. (i'll get to that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those interested in knowing about our promos, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Econs, hmm no comments. I jus hope to pass and not having to take R paper.&lt;br /&gt;Maths, total killer of brain cells. After cells are killed, still cant solve.&lt;br /&gt;Chemisty, do-able in my opinion. Though others found it harder than chem. Good news? Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Physics, haha. last paper. just enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that i think was really what xiangli did. since she had time to draw this picture during PHYSICS PROMO. who on earth in the right mind would do that unless giving up on the paper. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="464" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Xlsdrawing.jpg" width="667" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello xiangli. did you take the wrong paper? it's physics not art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So promo's over. There's a long weekend to enjoy.. School resumes next friday, farewell assembly for the j2s, another slack day (ponsters will thrive). So after school on friday was lunch with s56 then to huanyuet's house for mahjong and slacking session.. Pictures speaks louder than words.. So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="450" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Afterpromo.jpg" width="608" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="429" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Onbus.jpg" width="585" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the way to huanyuet's house..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="480" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Unglamsam2.jpg" width="519" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at sam -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="496" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Nicehouse2.jpg" width="523" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice place to socialise at..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="374" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Athyhouse.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watching MTV..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy yet sad day. After dispersing, i headed back to school (together with wash who was too free) to meet the rest who were camping over, spending the last night with alison. The early birds while time away with alison's mahjong set, before we headed for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;It was illegal to camp over in school(so i shallnt post too many pics). We had to climb gates to sneak in after the guard left, and go through wierd boundaries and just freak ourselves out by thinking the security guard might still be around. It was actually scary to climb the big red gate, and the worst part was getting caught. We settled in the IP classroom, v12 (yy's old classroom) and spent the night playing and socialising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all was fine. Alison went home to pack at 4.30am. We took at nap at 5.30am and woke up at 6.15am. (we were supposed to wake up at 6am, so we were late) We left and decided to climb out the way we came in. We dint want to risk meeting the guard at the guard house, so we took the side gate. The guys climbed out easily, leaving xj yy and me. So, i made my way up, and so timely (I still can't figure why it can be SO coincidental) as i was right at the top of the gate, the guard appeared on his bike. -.- Guess how embarrassing that was. Then all i heard was :"What are you all trying to do?!" (and i was still sitting at the top of the gate -.- god save me.) Luckily the guard was nice, and he probably seen too many of such cases to take it to heart. So we escaped with a warning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people went to the airport to bid farewell to alison..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="342" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Atairport1.jpg" width="562" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;socialising and photo taking time before alison went in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="439" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Airport2.jpg" width="642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="383" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Airport1.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="417" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Bzalison.jpg" width="577" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually kind of wierd to be at the airport since the dunman people dominated the place. If you can see from the picture, alison is standing in the middle, entertaining her dunman friends. The whole corner of macs at the airport is taken up by alison's friends from current class, ex- class, current team, ex-team and some other random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="493" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Crowd.jpg" width="624" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at times when alison takes photos with certain groups of people, the rest will stand around and do nothing. which is wierd as well -.-Alison should be really happy to see so many friends waking up early in the morning to send her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going to be different without her, since i see her around so often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-6495715679161060244?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/6495715679161060244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=6495715679161060244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/6495715679161060244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/6495715679161060244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-day-of-promos-send-off-for-alison.html' title='Last day of promos, send off for alison.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-9092955751116460516</id><published>2007-09-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:11:23.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mugging week</title><content type='html'>when the going gets tough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="488" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Xlandhy.jpg" width="579" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people get high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="453" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/xl.jpg" width="615" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and mad.. NB. it's the same person. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking into an empty classroom, watch this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="470" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/miji2.jpg" width="628" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy artwork of an econs freak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shock* STares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="300" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/miji.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret recipe ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-9092955751116460516?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/9092955751116460516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=9092955751116460516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/9092955751116460516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/9092955751116460516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/09/mugging-week.html' title='mugging week'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4662660292991427007</id><published>2007-09-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:49:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keely finals, teachers' day.</title><content type='html'>Holidays in JC life is really pathetic. Poor students like us spend our holidays really worthwhile-ly, mugging to our hearts content, gaining satisfaction through mugging. June holidays , we mug for mid-years. September holidays, we mug for promos. How exciting our holidays are isnt it? Moreover, it's really funny. The more we need to study, the shorter they make the holidays. Just like giving us 4 years to cover O'level work, and 2 years to cover A'level work (which is a zillion billion times harder) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's so much more interesting than holidays then. At least there are spastic people like alison who asks the bookshop if they sold paper, and yy who asks kelvin if he's a guy, jus to make him finish her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, teachers' day just past, and as usual vj's concerts are quite entertaining. Quite would make it sound like an understandment. Victorians were practically rolling with laugher at the mtvs that the teachers created. In the NG- scenes, Mr Tan YH was even walau-ing while making the video. And Mr Seet was totally off his mind , creating hilarious scenes just by being gay and knocking his head against the signboard while he hops around -.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't an incentive to go back to alma mater, moreover it's out of the way. Just like how bouna vista is for the dunmanites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been spent creating the teachers' day present with the team.. The morning of keely's finals, together with alison and yy we came down early to school to start on the calendar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="439" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/yy.jpg" width="560" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yy hard at work.. starting from scratch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="457" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/alison.jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alison too.. our main designer, drawing every single line with care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am i? Busy taking photos, and providing music =D useful me. hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the so-called largest recent event is the mass support for keely's superstar finals. Mr seet really made it seem like such a BIG event , hiring people to give free flow of food, lucky draws and even goodie bags. -.- Maybe that should have been a secret, since VJ has a reputation to keep for being the most enthusiastic school perhaps. But i don't deny the food definately wasnt our incentive to go, since victorians do live up to the occasion. According to the teacher (Mr seet i think), the most touching moment was when the results were announced that Keely was the female champion, and the college anthem was sung by the people present. It was so audible and amplified by our passion to sing, the school received a complaint from Neptune Court and the police was informed. HAHA! -.- How ironic eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="352" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image004-1.jpg" width="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popcorn machine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="397" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/keely2.jpg" width="590" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd at the porch.. awaiting the start of the competition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="480" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/keely1.jpg" width="638" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camera crew and the screen.. timely for keely's face to appear in the screen.. LOL. i really should have joined photosoc. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="483" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image005-1.jpg" width="498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zifeng not appreciative of good music. LOL. Note: he's reading a book -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current debate in class between Xiangli and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls vote which bear is cuter on the tagboard. Brown or white. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="485" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image006-1.jpg" width="610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it takes more than physical attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4662660292991427007?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4662660292991427007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4662660292991427007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4662660292991427007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4662660292991427007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/09/keely-finals-teachers-day.html' title='Keely finals, teachers&apos; day.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-343559342499822786</id><published>2007-08-24T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:16:07.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vjc shuttlers..</title><content type='html'>It has been two weeks.. And much things have happened. Where shall i beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. In preparation for teachers' day and our supposingly thoughtful gift for ms lim, vjc shuttlers got down to taking photos of ourselves after school today. It was really entertaining, seeing some really amusing shots of our fellows, we cant help laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is top of my list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="493" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2379.jpg" width="549" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some random shot with my great photography skills.. I should have joined photosoc eh. The 3 guys were supposedly talking about how their chest muscles ache after doing push- ups, and they end up looking like they are flexing their muscles (especially Adrian! how cute~ ) or dancing?! LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="397" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/bel.jpg" width="578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a what-the-** expression.. So like bel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="379" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2386.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel very strong eh?.. you wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="464" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2371.jpg" width="631" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our yy, looking stunned~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="434" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2387.jpg" width="616" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrian and bel preparing to leap up the stairs.. poor adrain, always caught off guard by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were in the hall looking for hot spots to take pictures, when we were all made to carry chairs for the J2s GP prelims on monday.. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="414" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/chore.jpg" width="705" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alison carrying a heavy stack of chairs, and a very slack zhong xian (just like me who has an excuse to slack by holding the camera =D smart eh? hahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="411" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Hardlabour.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOoK. Bel is carry one chair. Very heavy indeed. hahaha.. and so, we all ran off after just one trip to the storeroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="466" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2383.jpg" width="528" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see them escape.. with the messy chairs around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the grand stand.. the first hot spot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="460" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2388.jpg" width="570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe guys,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="457" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2393.jpg" width="628" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THe girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we also got shots at the porch with alison's camera. We had in total of 5 digicams! Imagine the number of secret photographers~ hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="476" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2394.jpg" width="619" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us armed with jackets, waiting for some kind soul to take a group picture of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a day of hard work, we "rewarded" ourselves with pasta mania..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has come to a stop for the time being in preparation of promos, so there's more time to study together as a team. For our first attempt at it on wednesday after training, it turned out quite fun, and slightly productive. LOLX! Since i got stuck at integration and just completed a few questions when it was already 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;So, i started taking photos again with my very cool phone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 508px; HEIGHT: 424px" height="475" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Afterbath.jpg" width="607" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the girls after training, looking refreshed and geared for studying maybe? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 512px; HEIGHT: 481px" height="493" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Chunhanteaching.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's chunhan, trying to teach the rest of us after he got bored of studying.. A crazy mind he has got, memorising the chemical equations for organic chem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 506px; HEIGHT: 453px" height="470" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Kelvin.jpg" width="566" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kelvin, amused by chunhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 505px; HEIGHT: 439px" height="465" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Yychteaching.jpg" width="615" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yy found that fun, and joined him.. Fighting to teach bio and history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="471" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Coolimage.jpg" width="507" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool image, where yy is on focus and chunhan out of focus.. Like a spirit going to walk into yy.. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late at night approximately 11pm when we were all going to leave school. We were at T17, and above us were class rooms that were still lit, though there was almost pitch darkness on our level. So we were walking along the corridor, when suddenly yy and may from behind screamed.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys were stunned, and me who was walking infront turned back to look. And they claimed to have seen this rubbery thing fall from above though the rest of us saw nothing. (THat happened to them when they went to the toilet previously, so they were keeping a lookout for it.) But we saw no one when we stepped out onto the garden to look. (Must be hidding somewhere). So they decided to go investigate. -.- ( when i was dying to go home ) LOL. So we made our way to the concourse stairway (since other staircases are blocked). That's when i saw 2 guys hiding behind the shadow of the classrooms, obviously lookout for us. ( they must have got a fit laughing at us since they successfully made some of us scream) And when they saw us coming, they ran away -.- How juvenile can these victorian get? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, campus superstar finalists came down to vjc last friday for some filming.. And i saw ShAwn!! ~ hahaha.. ok must maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="254" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image003-1.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desperate shot of him being filmed =X hahaha.. it's super humilating to take a shot, therefore must be really discreet. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-343559342499822786?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/343559342499822786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=343559342499822786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/343559342499822786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/343559342499822786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-has-been-two-weeks.html' title='vjc shuttlers..'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-11777228344371279</id><published>2007-08-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:38:19.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National day weekend!</title><content type='html'>This very long week end is coming to an end.. It has been rather fulfilling with all the events going on and of course a break from the books. Time to hit the books after three days without them, but then again puzzle bobble on my new 6288 is actually rather tempting and distracting. =x Credits to doreen that i got it, and then the negative part of it is losing some of my contacts, mostly the victorians and uncle lim. =X and also all the important stuff recorded on my calendar. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week just seemed so short as good times fly by. Training was only on monday this week and after physical training the team just lay down under the stars on the basketball court and as usual Adrian started crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Hey may. count the number of stars.&lt;br /&gt;May: Crazy ah.&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Why not? i counted, already got a answer.&lt;br /&gt;May: What?&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: 3521&lt;br /&gt;May: Why i count 3522?&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Yes. Yes the last star i din't count. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xingjing came along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Xingjing. Count the number of stars.&lt;br /&gt;Xingjing: How to count?&lt;br /&gt;May: He already got an answer.&lt;br /&gt;- Xingjing started giving random answers, then finally..&lt;br /&gt;Xingjing: 3251&lt;br /&gt;All of us: WAH!&lt;br /&gt;May: Very close!&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: all the 4 numbers correct already! Just permutate. number 3 is correct so only left 3! (factorial) , 6 choices.&lt;br /&gt;Xingjing: 3521!&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Correct! But May says 3522.. Still got 1 more.&lt;br /&gt;Xingjing: Where? You ah?&lt;br /&gt;Adrian: Haha don like that say mah. *acts shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- spastic team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison was worst. That very pampered girl seemed to have always had a chauffeur, so she thought the mrt has a BLUE line. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like almost every other school, there was national day celebration on wednesday. It was kind of different and less restricting, since we were not required to sit in the school hall and watch as the performances drone on. Performances were held at the bus bay, right by the tree house where people could just gather around and watch as and when they delight. There was mass dance after all the performances, after which everyone headed off. Then some of us headed to bugis for our usual task of purchasing the necessary. From this experience, we can tell the difference between the taste of guys and girls. Girls are better at choosing things. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="456" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image009.jpg" width="660" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the combination of doreen and my taste =&gt; production of new outlook on samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a trip to the national day parade'07 with my cousin, brother and parents. Nice stuff i should say. So coincidental to see weirui on duty despite the many entrances. And that jiaming din't tell me she would be there. The weather was rather good, considering that there was minimal sunshine most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="474" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2217.jpg" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd afraid of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="473" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2228.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patriotic crowd in red and white. try to spot jiaming? also in the green sector. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="501" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2213.jpg" width="608" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored bro playing cards with us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="461" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2219.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored man playing sudoku.. LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="485" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2245.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever famous red lions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="462" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2246.jpg" width="608" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of them landing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="497" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2261.jpg" width="547" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;parade commanding.. boring stuff..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="523" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2267.jpg" width="589" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hail the flag..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="493" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2294.jpg" width="586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;couz. me. couz's mum. mum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="454" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2295.jpg" width="575" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool display..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="481" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2296.jpg" width="526" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="460" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2300.jpg" width="571" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;terrorists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="457" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2318.jpg" width="609" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro.me. couz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="469" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2328.jpg" width="587" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice laser effect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="498" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2342.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="442" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2350.jpg" width="453" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="465" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2354.jpg" width="508" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="485" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2366.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back.. it's human jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="378" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/DSCF2368.jpg" width="523" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great to feel tall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was another crazy day.. Like ziyang said, i've been travelling around Singapore for the past two days. Not a single stone left unturned. From east (bedok) to west(jurong) to north (amk) and on the previous day to south (marina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really crazy, going down to the science centre to get that model which will cost us $9 each. blegh. And after being nagged at by samuel for at least a million times regardless of pw or for the fact that i owe him a meal, i finally relented. And his stupid meal of mc spicy cost me $6.20. Something i would never have bought for myself. At least he can finally have one less thing to nag about. I'll never be stupid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="423" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image001.jpg" width="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the very amazing shop that we got our model from.. lot's of scientific toys and magic tricks in there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="481" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image002.jpg" width="567" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="341" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image000-1.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="403" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image003.jpg" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random shots of the exterior..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on to amanda's house for a gathering..&lt;br /&gt;More like to celebrate ziyang's belated birthday and samuel's early birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="487" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image005.jpg" width="597" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huanyuet and jocelyn trying to pollute my phone with their pic as wall paper =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="483" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image006.jpg" width="657" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn and alexander (amanda's bro).. he's super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="407" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image007.jpg" width="695" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alexander is bored sitting with jocelyn! LOLx. Contrast with the background, look at how the guys laugh their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="477" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image008.jpg" width="523" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel caught in the act of stealing food.. note his dressing. tsk. scroll up and compare with the first picture. Different eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all the fun until after promos end. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-11777228344371279?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/11777228344371279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=11777228344371279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/11777228344371279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/11777228344371279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-weekend.html' title='National day weekend!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-2729759998341358443</id><published>2007-08-04T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:42:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>promos craze.</title><content type='html'>52 more days to promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that hassle about mugging for promotional exam, fearing to get retained, making up of lousy mid-year results through remedials is sending most off their feet. VJC is nice, but 2 years is enough, they don't want us for an extra year. It's common to find muggers ard, so it doesnt hurt to be one, unlike in the first half of the year, when people go hysterical when they see J1s mugging in the library or any part of the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This craze of mugging is getting hot. So much so that people start to choose to stay at home and mug/ rush out written report etc instead of going out to have fun. Polys and unis are having their exams too, gd luck for all papers yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;happy 17th birthday ziyang~&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had fun today, though without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week and the next sees us through with some of the taiwanese buddies, attached to weirui, elaine and junwei. Looking through their name booklet, it amuses us to know that there are people with names like superman (what more it's a girl). Interesting eh? LOLx. They have so many activities planned ahead of them (eg dinner at hotel free of charge!) , it seems like quite a regret that i din't submit the form and gone for it. On second thought, i aren't the only one regreting it. Even people like chunhan spells his regrets. =/ For my own sake, there just hav to be sacrifices and let's just hope these sacrifices don't go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only day of interaction we had with the taiwan immersion people was during CT on wednesday. We played a spastic game of whacko and ended up sabotaging xiangli, samuel and for god knows why weirui. The girls escaped forfeit while sam performed his usual forte of beatboxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training at marine parade cc, a few of us went for dinner together. Randomly they suggested holding inter-house badminton. I'm sure the response will be really great. There are just so many badminton lovers out there, deprived of a chance to play, wanting to have a recreational team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was then interhouse floor ball on thurday and friday. Ursa guys =D champions~ LOL. And felicia chin came to vj (for god knows wad reason).&lt;br /&gt;She visited the drink stall auntie at the canteen and a whole flock of guys started to trail behind her.. eager to take pictures and get autographs. Not a single girl was following behind seriously. All GUYS. What a sight 0.0 Even people like xijing thick-skinnedly want to sell tickets to her. GUYS =&gt; horny -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then heard that she made a trip to the library and the whole place was kind of chaotic. Shuling claimed that felicia chin got very fascinated by a girl's graphic calculator since she has left schooling years long before it appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another normal week besides all that, with physics test and remedials to make up for my S-es in physics and econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to arcade after a fulfilling lunch at jack's place with alison after training today makes me feel young again. I miss those times at the arcade. xD Seeing pros on the para para machine just bring back those times. It's just different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to get more self motivated, it's a good start with our 3.2km cross-country route run. Go for it. Let's see results. !vjc shuttlers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-2729759998341358443?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/2729759998341358443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=2729759998341358443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2729759998341358443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/2729759998341358443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/08/promos-craze.html' title='promos craze.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-952865882938748390</id><published>2007-07-28T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:41:45.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college day</title><content type='html'>So like any other speech days, college day was a total bore. There weren't enough seats in LT1 for our class so we were like refugees camping behind the "prohibited seats" where we can't even catch the screen which the live broadcast of the event held in performance theatre was being shown. So all we did was play cards, talk, stand to watch the screen occasionally, stone and continue stoning. It's kind of sad they made us prisoners in there, there's even a need to get a pass if anyone leaves the LT for toilet break, and only a total of 8 passes per gender. So some of them were trying to escape, digging out experience from prison break. -.- And jiaming eventually sneaked out eh? haha.. don pretend to use phone sia. -.- it's against the rule =D LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was 5 mins late for reporting time, and that blockhead wong-bei left before taking my attendance. So some of us were suppose to look for him after college day to mark our attendence. I wonder why they make such a big fuss about everyone turning  up. They should just let us stay at home and mug instead of wasting time in the LT where we can't see anything and where the sound system is so bad that we can't hear the CO percussions playing their drums properly. -.- So occasionally they were like mimic-ing, putting up a skit, whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, jocelyn made me call wong with my phone, so i scrolled.. and dialled, then made her speak to him. She got kind of exaperasted cause apparently wong din't get what she was saying.. so she passed the phone to me. "Did you call the correct number?" jocelyn was asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took the phone, "mr wong, i'm jaslyn from s56. we are suppose to find you right?"&lt;br /&gt;wong: " huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought he couldnt hear (the background was v noisy at the concourse). So i repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "i'm from s56. you know?"&lt;br /&gt;wong: "s56? what's that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;me: "sry i think we got the wrong number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puzzled, i wondered how many mr wongs i knew. Then.. it dawned upon me that it was wong shoon keat that we called. not wong shiong wei -.- my gosh. i hope he din't recognise me. no wonder the voice sounds familiar. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the NIE gang came to vjc to surprise jia hao for his birthday. how nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was half day yesterday as said, so a few of us went to catch "Alone" while the rest went to play pool. Quite interesting i guess, not up to expectations though, we expected more from the shutter producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be studying for spa today. byez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-952865882938748390?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/952865882938748390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=952865882938748390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/952865882938748390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/952865882938748390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/07/college-day.html' title='college day'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-683827672865858525</id><published>2007-07-26T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:27:06.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past week..</title><content type='html'>Today's thursday, and i shall be blogging about last monday's event. LOL -.- This is really lagged but there just wasn't enough time for me. Anyway, last monday vjc shuttlers celebrated yy's birthday. Chunhan, may and i went to parkway parade to scout for chocolate cake after school. The only point i learnt through this is that the very innocent and naive yy would never survive past 10 days if she were ever team mates with meigui because i merely used the same tactics that meigui used on ruth some years ago- the personality test on cakes. And when i told yy how the type of cake she likes could tell her personality, she still happily claimed that she likes chocolate and ice cream cake. -.- And then, of course there was the need to tell her "her personality". So it was just some crap eg. choice of chocolate cake means you like chocolate. Something along that line. Not only did she took it as fact blantantly, she even claimed the joke was as spastic as mayyee's house comm speech! -.- Though chunhan and may claimed that the personality test was so obvious - not to yy though Hahaha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after her bio olympia lesson, she came to the canteen and found a bunch of people singing for her. Obviously that's us. So to prove chunhan and may wrong, i asked yy what she thought of the personality test. Only then did the truth dawn upon her. Enlightenment you see? lols. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we "skipped training" and went for team dinner at subway cause she's a big shot and training is cancelled for her. Apparently yy believed that too. -.- though training was indeed cancelled because the hall was used for chinese oral. And TJ tends to forget about such stuff these days, therefore no training =S lols. TJ is becoming more infamous among s56 for catching some of them during uniform spot-check. tsk. see i told you guys she's strict. -.- i've my share too you see? it's best to avoid and be on her good side. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="444" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image000.jpg" width="537" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys strolling along east coast park towards SUBWAY! secret shot. hahhaa. only back view -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the week nothing interesting took place. There was just normal lessons and trainings. Trainings are ending earlier and becoming more fun than during the hectic tournament period. There's more of team bonding games and time to socialise. Badminton people sure have lots of ways to entertain ourselves, besides playing with shuttle cocks, we also get to play floorball, captain's ball, H20, volleyball etc. These days Mr Wong is becoming more innovative. Which spells bad news for us kids. -.- Physical training can be revolved to wierd stuff like playing catching by DUCK WALKING. (to build up leg muscles) Have you ever since ducks running? Ever since frogs hopping across basketball courts? Come look at us too. Other ccas sure find us amusing. -.- Hopping around like demented kids. When his light bulb shone yesterday, he even suggested us playing "monkey" with rackets and shuttles. LOL. It's quite lame really, because the monkey does nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last sunday was my cousin's wedding. It was the first time that i got to play pool with my brother, and i must say he is quite a pro after practises at vjc's igloo. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="442" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/Image017.jpg" width="642" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and bro &amp;amp; his very unglam plate. -.- p.s. doreen this is for you to see my bro in collared- shirt eh. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's half day tomorrow in preparation for college day on saturday~ hahaha.. i want to watch ALONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-683827672865858525?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/683827672865858525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=683827672865858525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/683827672865858525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/683827672865858525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/07/past-week.html' title='the past week..'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-5895465091993107206</id><published>2007-07-15T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T06:36:09.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday july babies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;.~Happy 17th birthday yy, elaine, yanjie and jonathan~.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated 07s56's july babies birthday on friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="361" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/SL701689.jpg" width="553" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07s56 with the absence of wui shing, yuting and the choirists.. Spot the couple look-alikes in the picture. haahhaa. i can spot 2 pairs, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saturday was an amusing day. For the sake of those jie-meis who think i ps them, and ziyang and samuel (who refuses to listen to my side of the story) i shall state the whole story here where they can slowly refer.. instead of me tryin so hard to clear my name LOLX. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. on thursday afternoon we (james and me and doreen?) were discussing if we should go watch Harry Potter (HP) with THE CLASS on friday afternoon (since for once i'm free and have no training). But since the rest have cca still, eg doreen who is ever busy these days and have no time for her 101th =X haha.. so we decided to postpone the movie trip to some other time. Then on friday night, James asked a few of us (four to be exact. that's doreen, zijie, shara and i) if we wanted to go catch the movie on saturday. He requested me to ask the rest of the class (he din't forget you all la. -.-) but i told him to confirm the time and place before asking the rest. Therefore, he happened to find out at that time that his aunt was watching movie at that time (friday night), hence can get the saturday tickets for us. However, he couldn't keep his aunt waiting too long ('cos she needed the numbers immediately) so he only bought tickets for those who had confirmed - that is zijie, zijie's friend (leonard), himself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wierd.. i found it wierd that i went also. -.- but my intent to make more than 10 sentences with zijie was not reached la. hahaha. so sad. I only remember saying to him "eh why never intro your friend" thats all. haha.. -.- i feel quite spastic there.. you all would have been guessing how the seating arrangement in the cinema was like.. X (james) X (me) X (leonard) X (zijie) . haha.. you wouldn't believe it. come on i'm sociable. hahaha. gosh what am i doing with those wierd guys. LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we parted, james and i went different ways from zijie and leonard. Then Jennifer got some wild ideas when she saw us. -.- Though i din't exactly see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Elaine jio-ed her "brothers" and us out for dinner at marina that day. Those who went were jocelyn, elaine, jonathan, yanjie, samuel, ziyang, hari, winston and me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="184" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/BLOG0132.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since jocelyn and elaine were dying for me to go, i can't let them down can i? Especially jocelyn who claimed that she will be VERY SAD if i dont go. hahaha. Though i really wanted to keep my econs essay happy that night by keeping them company, i guess... i just couldnt let them down. hahaa. how nice eh? xD To think that freak Sam still ask me why i was there when i wasnt eating. -.- To see you all obviously -.- Winston more pro than me. At least i ate an icecream. hahaa. he went there to take 1 group photo only -.- some celebrity huh? hahahaa.. spastic. and we missed a good view of the fireworks, only to stand by the road and get blocked by the trees.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/BLOG0131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yanjie trying to act "beng" and jonathan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/BLOG0130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jocelyn and elaine..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so totally taken aback when they fired me with questions as soon as i reached. Why you never invite us? Why you go with them? WHY?! -.- i never ps you all ok. hahaha. just more sociable thats all. xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway thanks for being so sensitive and trying to keep me happy. It's just unlike some other people -.- immature and insensitive. Till then..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-5895465091993107206?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/5895465091993107206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=5895465091993107206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5895465091993107206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/5895465091993107206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-july-babies.html' title='happy birthday july babies.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-9114548504509954353</id><published>2007-07-13T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:28:33.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton gathering - wywy bd celebration.</title><content type='html'>Ever since lessons official resumed, there doesn't seem like much time left to blog. lol. or maybe it's just me, without the self motivation to write an essay or two. Now that i got my DBS, and the possiblility of extending to DBSSS, my tagline is to mug 24 hrs. hahaha. like how successful can i be? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i know i'm lagging but i shall blog about last friday and saturday. Most of the details are on meigui's blog, so i shall just add in the information that she left out &lt;s&gt;on purpose&lt;/s&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since mg mentioned our 2184724 attempts to combine their celebration without suspection, i should add on that we even wanted to say ruth was migrating, and we gonna have a farewell for her. Quite dumb huh? haha.. But we really resorted to all means to make them have no possibility of expecting the surprise. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Meigui and i were at j8 getting gundum figurine for yongkiat and spastic mushrooms for yongyuan. Those gundum seeds are really complicating and for two blur people like us who can't even recognise and differentiate those "monsters aka machines" from one another ('cos they all look alike), it was really a hell of a time. -.- luckily we had the shop keeper's cordial help, or we will never be able to decide which is the enemy and which is the main character. LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we got a nice bolster for free which we decided to give to wilson. =D Then we met fiona beside breadtalk and headed for yishun to meet spiky and &lt;s&gt;surprisingly&lt;/s&gt; soonkiat. hahas. Soonkiat came 'cos meigui told her everyone was coming. I'm every and she is one. so there's everyone -.- poor soonkiat must feel so cheated. hahhaa.. but it's ok. we had fun being spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route that we took can be seen in mg's blog. yongyuan -&gt; wilson -&gt; weeyang -&gt; yongkiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a successful case except for yongkiat whom we managed to surprise and touched him. hahaa.. he's damn funny. We pressed his doorbell and his mum and sis were there to tell us he was bathing. ('cos he just returned from cca) Then his mum told him to hurry because there were wierd people at the door. haha.. Then we hid behind the pillars and when he opened the door no one was there. and poof we appeared again to surprise him. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our last stop. Yongyuan was still at school when we were at yishun. Then wilson claimed to be AT hOME but in fact he was at his aunt's home. -.- weeyang even better. Camping at his friend's house. hahaha.. we sure met lots of obstacles (lack of telepathy with our guys la. make us bang wall so many times.) nevertheless, we popped over to AJ to surprise yongyuan, and he appeared very hilarious, totally thrown off by us. Imagine yourself at the school gate with your schoolmates preparing to go home after cca. Then here comes a bunch of familiar looking people with big bags of stuff. OH then you realise they are here to look for you and then you get dragged along to their next destination on their mission. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we pulled many innocent people into the picture.. we were desperate and even troubled people like yongbiao, lejun and perlin and some other yishun-staying friends and wilson's neighbour. Anyway great thanks to lejun who purposely helped us hold yongyuan back in school. It's so funny when we suggested that he tell yongyuan to wait with him at the bus stop for his dad who is picking him up. Then he claimed pick him up with wad? A bicycle? LOL. Thanks anyway, for helping out xD Also, thanks to perlin whom we kind of troubled. lolx. though we dint turn up eventually but thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. And meigui is really funny, especially so when 8'o clock comes.. She was borrowing my phone to call perlin, then she keyed "J" "A" ... and exclaimed eh why your phone don't have jaslyn 1?! -.- .. thats our meigui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our pictures on our journey..&lt;br /&gt;Outside wilson's house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="418" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0865.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't we look stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="438" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0863.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more stressed? lols.. you should have seen how "lang-bei" we looked at the carpark below wilson's house. Calling and calling his house and handphone, only to receive no response from both sources. Then it got even more demoralising when meigui called weeyang and was told he wouldn't get home till late at night. =X So, we were really looking like lost sheeps at the carpark and some desperate trespassers. haha. And invited some audience (nosy condo people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="523" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0862.jpg" width="535" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilson's presents!&lt;br /&gt;After meeting yongyuan at AJ, we headed to yongkiat's house..&lt;br /&gt;On the way to yong kiat's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="510" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0866.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spastic yongyuan with his spastic mushrooms. you better hug it to slp ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="517" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0867.jpg" width="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongkiat after his bath, and surprised by our presence, touched?! Close to tears?! LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were to have dinner at hougang point.. where we saw this cute thing.. and got the sporting soonkiat to pose with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="527" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0870.jpg" width="649" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we parted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="539" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0872.jpg" width="590" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="434" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0873.jpg" width="463" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on saturday the team met up again to officially celebrate wywy's birthdays and we went to settlers' cafe.. We played games and caught up with one another. There was only time to play a wierd game, taboo and pictionary..&lt;br /&gt;So we were busy taking "scandalous" pictures, and being spastic xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="457" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0889.jpg" width="620" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meigui trying to draw a dinosaur with wilson's hand =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="422" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0891.jpg" width="507" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongkiat trying to draw w/o looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="449" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0901.jpg" width="632" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongkiat trying to draw with jenna's hand.. cybil don be jealous =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 383px" height="468" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0909.jpg" width="535" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenna trying to draw with my hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="485" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0911.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice group photo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="432" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0912.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yongyuan representing our identity ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="457" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0916.jpg" width="607" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="479" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0919.jpg" width="473" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doubles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="541" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0923.jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and singles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="473" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0925.jpg" width="532" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all together.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-9114548504509954353?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/9114548504509954353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=9114548504509954353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/9114548504509954353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/9114548504509954353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/07/ever-since-lessons-official-resumed.html' title='Badminton gathering - wywy bd celebration.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7392794360432402829</id><published>2007-06-30T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:16:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend of activities..</title><content type='html'>Anyway mid years just ended not long ago.. It was kind of enjoyable seriously, somewhat like reliving Olevels again, especially physics and maths papers in the hall.. The best part about these major exams is getting to go home early and studying for a real purpose. (I'm not happy about getting to go home and study early, there certainly isn't a link between the two.) lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physics paper had some really wierd questions.. For eg. Using any of the newton 3 laws of motion, explain the follow scenerios.. And one of the scenerio was.. a man was stuck on FRICTIONLESS ice with a heavy bag of gold. How can he get back to shore? Such a dumb question to ask.. And guess wad? Even a smart and logical person like James, wanted to write a dumb answer like " smash the ice with the gold and swim back to shore!~" -.-'' that shows how crappy physics was. SiGHs. More complains about the sciences was Chem -.- There must be something wrong seriously. After doing 15 out of 25 questions for MCQ, there was only 15 mins left for 10 more questions! Thats so shocking i din't expect my brain to formulate 1 answer in 1 min -.- all that talk about time management 0_0 i had to randomly shade answers without even looking at the questions -.- luckily paper 2 was reluctantly ok. lols. Enough of exams i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the exams, those poor chinese people had to go home to mug. So there wasnt much to do (p.s most enthu ppl take chinese -.- that's the trend) lol.. therefore decided to do some productive shopping with Doreen. Miraculously, she forgot her wallet at home. So i must be insane to accompany her home to get her wallet and then head to town again -.- Nevertheless, that's exactly what we did 0_0. At least we both got the stuff we wanted to get after endless walking in circles. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was then anderson's speech day. Too bad too many victorians had to go back, so there were inadequate blazers to go around. Therefore, we decided to keep a low key and not wear blazers together.. and save all that hassle and trouble. hahas.. It was kind of boring since my supposingly good frens all decided not to turn up.. but the rest should be having fun catching up with their peers from other jcs. Anyway the proceedings got on, we sat through the speeches and concert and then there was dinner provided. Rushing off to jocelyn's house after speech day, i din't stay for long. Though i heard that the food provided was of some standard. lolx..&lt;br /&gt;To those who are interested in our prize, we got a trophy and thirty dollars worth of book vouchers for kinokuniya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was much more entertaining hanging out at jocelyn's house with pizza and cake. HAHaha.. Anyway we were there to celebrate weeho and doreen's birthday.. (p.s. doreen no wonder you dint know about the cake and i actually told you about it -.-) Hung around and watched movie till close to midnight, and nearly missing the last bus. Doreen was pro eh? Miss bus still can walk home. haha. at 1am some more -.- Anyway happy birthday Doreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on saturday morning, only crazy people like weeho, winston and i would go to Doreen's house early in the morning to get her breakfast. What more getting bluffed by her that she was at Orchard at 11am. hahas.. who would be in orchard toilet at 11am in the morning? (toilet b'cause the background of the phone was quiet) Anyway we were quite pro to be able to sneak into her condo, the security guards there are totally cannot make it, especially a guard post without guards. LOlx. Sat around and i left to meet up with some other people to get some stuff. Then meeting them and sam again in the evening for dinner. A busy day of slacking indeed. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was then PW meeting on sunday.. can you imagine dedicating your nice sunday morning to project work? That was what we did. And we had a hell lot of fun making xiangli's parents look like jokers -.- It's totally preposterous how protective they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. we went to her house for the project because she couldnt go to the guys' houses. and they dint come to mine cause it was inaccessible for them.&lt;br /&gt;2. ziyang was late, hence she had to go pick him up at the mrt station. however her parents told her to ask jaslyn to go along with her. so that ziyang and xiangli wouldn't be alone together. -.-&lt;br /&gt;3. i had to leave early and the guys had to leave too, cause the ratio of guys to girls in her house cannot be too overwhelming. LOL! (we have 3 guys and 2 girls.. if i leave it will be 1:3).. Thankfully we were done before i had to leave. so everything went ok.&lt;br /&gt;4. Xiangli had to sent the guys off to the mrt station with my presence before sending me to my bus stop so she wouldnt be alone with the guys (which her parents dint allow) -.-&lt;br /&gt;5. Xiangli's parents had to be somewhere around if she were to go out with the class. (tagging along somewhere you see?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Xiangli couldnt go to jocelyn's house because her parents thought she meant going to justin's house. (when we din't even have a justin in our class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor xiangli. i would rather die if i were you -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i had to go early to meet some other people at amk hub. So we were at Xiangli's house today again to get our podcast done. It turned out quite nice though.. It was a weekend of buzz.. School resumes tomorrow and there's return of scripts. Omg. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7392794360432402829?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7392794360432402829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7392794360432402829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7392794360432402829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7392794360432402829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-of-activities.html' title='A weekend of activities..'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4233395245955898315</id><published>2007-06-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:55:11.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUG GP!</title><content type='html'>blegh. School's coming in less than 36 hours. But it's ok. Exams are fun eh. You get the thrill when the results come back -.- Below is a conversation with fellow victorian. I wonder are all vj students like that, or isit only my class, or isit only him. LOLX. Don't mind me sam if you're reading this. I just thought it was worth enlightening other jc students =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;wads your gp topic?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;gp topic you researched on&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;GP?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;gp must research things meh&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;don scrare me leh&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;huh you don't do research ah?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;must research meh&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;lol you don't do research how you answer your qns?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;got ques meh&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;gp essay?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;got ques meh?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;wth got wad&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;they won't tell you the qns&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;until the day itself wad&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;you doing on environment, social, politics, art, media, or sth rite?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;wait wait&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;can say clearly&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;i don get u&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;gp exam must prepare 1 meh&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;lol yeah?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;gp not english eh&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;serious ah&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;how to prepare&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;you got prepare thesis statement?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;no?!&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;see ah cannot go into gp essay without having any knowledge on the topic rite?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHH&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;but oso dunno wad ques coming out mah&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;prepare more lor&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;HUH&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;prepare sciences&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;oso no time liao&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;wad type of essays you done so far?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;er..&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;wad type?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;as in?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;eh wad qns you do for gp si far?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;so*&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;environmental&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;got read up the answer schemes for gp rite?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;for environment&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;no -.-&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;ok read up tat one for a start&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;huh reali must read ah&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;if not a similar qn come out can you answer&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;huh..&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;i think the whole sch only u prepare for gp ba?&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}}says:&lt;br /&gt;NOO LOL you out of touch lar&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;ziyang was preparing the last two days liaoz&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}} says:&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon I ask him he was researching lar&lt;br /&gt;samsamsamy}}says:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday day b4 also&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-2&lt;br /&gt;jas - turning into stone says:&lt;br /&gt;u all damn scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my dear jc friends pls study for GP ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side tracking from studies, below is a random test.. i was bored, which impedes me to do wierd stuff.. Most of it is quite true, especially the may not like to study part, right now at this moment. LOL!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it if you like. It might just really be true. &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4233395245955898315?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4233395245955898315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4233395245955898315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4233395245955898315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4233395245955898315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/06/mug-gp.html' title='MUG GP!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-7019197661035222929</id><published>2007-06-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:22:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton farewell for fiona's batch</title><content type='html'>LOLs.. i haven't posted pictures for some time, and some pictures from yesterday certainly deserved to be posted, because they are so retardly amusing. Yesterday was fiona's batch's farewell and poor fiona was the only girl from her batch. Hahaha. but 1 more or 1 less doesn't make much of a difference for her huh? And from the guys there were only jonathan and jeremy -.- So apparently, a bunch of juniors and ex seniors sent farewell to only three pathetic souls. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="420" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0828.jpg" width="503" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the graduating juniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="433" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0824.jpg" width="581" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorang fiona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="432" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0822.jpg" width="680" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sec 3s.. the organisers i suppose? lolX. GOod effort guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="469" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0815.jpg" width="669" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="407" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0816.jpg" width="647" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the younger juniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="416" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0833.jpg" width="583" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the act "guai" expressions.. it wasn't on purpose. caught on film by random..&lt;br /&gt;you think that's funny? No i'm not guilty of stealing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="354" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0834.jpg" width="571" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at this ^ the old acting twitz. -.- complimentary of fiona. I wonder why we agreed to do that. LoL. Spiky must be enjoying it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="398" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0830.jpg" width="629" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sane ex-seniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, the juniors were busy making merry while the old seniors hid under the shelter socialising among themselves to escape from the rain. Seems like our usual enjoyment of soaking in the sea has gone with the age. Remembering how we used to soak up the sun and played with seaweed in the sea. Spastic fiona and joan even swam across to the next "island". Those were the days. Now we would rather be spared from all that hassle and dunking. haha. and just remain dry with the food and cards. The loser gets to eat fried rice while the rest played. LoLx. how nice it was to lose in bridge then. Yongkiat is cursed eh. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the juniors in the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="453" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0756.jpg" width="545" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="449" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0760.jpg" width="599" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="494" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0757.jpg" width="635" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's old kaiyi doing in there? Trying hard to stay young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="428" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0763.jpg" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, there are so many more girls in badminton gatherings than the previous years.. This results from the closure of a guy's team.. Check out the difference in ratio of guys is to girls in the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="424" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0770.jpg" width="616" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who? nice shirts by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="413" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0773.jpg" width="676" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artwork of some of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="515" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0778.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="463" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0787.jpg" width="625" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor jonathan.. or is he enjoy all that attention from his sand bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="380" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0790.jpg" width="647" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That looks really obscene.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like the past years, we hid at the same corner and relied on the same spotlight for vision in that dark corner of siloso beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="419" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0794.jpg" width="662" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingenious way of reflecting light.. legend lies in the past years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="388" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0800.jpg" width="651" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of hungry guys waiting eagerly for the first batch of otahs to be cooked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="420" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0803.jpg" width="659" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best improved part of the gathering is ... the endless supply of drinks.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="370" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0805.jpg" width="645" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="398" src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h247/badminton1st/IMG_0806.jpg" width="614" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the trend lives on, as we predicted rain right after our barbecue. It must be a signal, telling us it's time to pack up and leave lest we get stranded in sentosa later. -.- the sec 3s were giving their seemingly impromptu speech, not as professionalised as our batch's .. haha.. As usual only fiona felt most strongly for the team and teared. I was buzy digging into the unfinished stingray, hence din't catch most of the speech. But nevertheless, it brings back fond memories at the usual spot of ABT in sentosa. Then, the rain came, and sent all of us running for our lives. -.- Especially the juniors. All vanished without a trace. Hence leaving the cleaning up for us - the old seniors. -.- How smart they are eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not many ex seniors came, and the weather was rather rainy, we still had much fun. Badminton gatherings are always fun.. And it's an enjoyment hanging out together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-7019197661035222929?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/7019197661035222929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=7019197661035222929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7019197661035222929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/7019197661035222929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/06/badminton-farewell-for-fiona.html' title='Badminton farewell for fiona&apos;s batch'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4109170540004566265</id><published>2007-06-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:55:18.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week of june hols.</title><content type='html'>It's such a surprise i'm up before 9am today. How cool, my bro just went off to US early this morning with some other infocomm people. The nicest thing that can happen is going overseas with friends!! &gt;&lt; heh. my bro is so sweet he jus told msg me to tell me to mug hard for mid yrs. LOLx. Hopefully i get something nice from US when he gets back. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really aching and tired all over due to consecutive 2 days of trainings after a relatively long haitus from my racket.. Time to admit to growing old. o_O Calf muscles so tight i can't walk without limping. Back aching it's feels terrible. -.- must be thanks to random and negligent warmup. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreading yesterday's training since it was so terribly far away at tkgs and there was no way i could have gotten there without taking bus 43 which makes such a detour, it gets irritating. But, there is just this driving force which impels me to go even after my internal struggle throughout the night and this morning. I even dreamt about whether i should be going for training. That's crazy. And what's more crazy was, after warm up on thursday at hougang sports hall, Mr wong told us to run around the courts. You could never have guessed what we were doing while running.. we were... reciting CHEMICAL BONDING -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bond pair 1 lone pair.... trigonal pyramidal&lt;br /&gt;5 bond pair 0 lone pair.... trigonal bipyramidal&lt;br /&gt;4 bond pair 1 lone pair.... distorted tetrahedron.&lt;br /&gt;and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must have mugged too hard and got the pre-mid years symptoms.. insanity.&lt;br /&gt;however that isn't quite true. i'm still not a full time mugger yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, the impelling force to go for training yesterday.. was due to.. i've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Just that on thursday's training, Mr wong talked to us and mentioned about possible DSA cases.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the turnout may be, i hope a miracle may allow this year to be my peak. I wouldn't deny to being threatened. That's obviously the case. vj don't hold trials for DsA players. Ms Lim sends invitations. Only the best gets invited - thats of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF vanessa poo comes to VJ, yy will feel so -.- lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much more to blog about, since i've devoted much of my free time to hitting the books. The only exception was having fondue with melissa on wednesday before i headed to SBH thereafter to catch a supposingly exciting match which just had to be walked over -.- HOw Irritating -.- Nevertheless, we met Chen Jiao Lian there with his players, i supposed he went to render support since his house was merely the next block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to get some work done before heading out again. I can't believe there's only 1 week left of the june hols! Omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4109170540004566265?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4109170540004566265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4109170540004566265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4109170540004566265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4109170540004566265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/06/3rd-week-of-june-hols.html' title='3rd week of june hols.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8329593816242611205</id><published>2007-06-08T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T08:31:19.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week 2 of june hols.</title><content type='html'>omg.. week 2 of hols is almost over.. and there's so much work to be done. ARgh. Maybe it's time to go out less, or rather study with more constructive people.. And not those who bring me to nice places with games to play and nice food to eat. -.- all those temptations.. zzZ so hard to resist really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's another day of fun today. Sharks. i'm so dead. A few of us (mel, fiona, jeremy, jon, wy, mg) went back to Anderson to play.. to make it sound constructive, it's to spar with the juniors. Apparently, the trip was quite waste, since training started at 9am and ended at 10.30am. How irritating.. To think i was planning to take up a few singles games, and get some movement in court. Zzz.. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to start playing like a victorian. sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Dint make worth my travelling time =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the graduates went to chill at subway while the juniors marched to yck stadium for their next session of physical training. Gone were those days, as we reminisce about the 10km run that leonard made us run around ang mo kio and bishan while he drove in his car.. i wouldn't ever forget that joan pangseh everyone (and skipped that run) because of what reason?... SHE WAS LATE FOR TRAINING! wow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. now that we have all grown and graduated.. there are only memories left of anderson badminton.. How long more can our bond be sustained?.. A random question to meigui it may have been, but reality strikes when she said "Now Anderson team of course better, only few months in njBMT.. but 2 years later njBMT will be better.."&lt;br /&gt;Fiona said that it would probably be the last year that there would be a farewell.. The juniors can't get more helpless than linda and brenda's batch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the trend of birthday celebration in our batch, i feel proud when other batches envy our bond. At least we are bothered to meet up once in a while, with the reason of celebrating a special day of someone special to us. But how often do the rest take pride in it? It gets tiring when the same people do the same jobs all the time.. When the going gets tough, who offers assistance? I'm afraid the bet melissa made of it ending by the following year might just hit reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hmm.. maybe i shouldn't be getting emotional.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of the 1st intakers went to socialise on tuesday.. Nothing much except for the very rare guest James who appeared.. and we had steam boat together.. i don't remember much of it, except that there was a lack of prawns to fulfil winston.. and there was only dao suan for dessert  =( hahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8329593816242611205?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8329593816242611205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8329593816242611205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8329593816242611205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8329593816242611205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-2-of-june-hols.html' title='week 2 of june hols.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8318814107174458093</id><published>2007-05-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:20:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOrk?!</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since i felt so terribly sick. I must have had zero hours of complete sleep last night, waking up every approximate hour to puke. -.- &lt;s&gt; i must have puked at least 5 times la. &lt;/s&gt; I thought i was seeing stars, going to bed around 1am with the routine which finally ended at 6am. Thank god i m still alive -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week is purely mugging sessions except for 27th may which is some irritating people's birthday, hence the need for celebration. Sounds ironic huh.. Why celebrate an irritant's birthday. hahaha.. precisely cause it seems like an enjoyment for this person to irritate me. blegh. There isn't anything significant except the very tiny cake that zhuang yan bought. -.- It's so small.. can be referred as cute. LOLX. 0.O And the peach on it looks dead, the strawberry dried up =.= (p.s. i helped you described the cake) In summary, the cake is the most =.= cake i ever saw. LOLX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mugging, there's really quite alot of work to be covered. Let's take a look at the topics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Series A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Measurement techniques&lt;br /&gt;-kinematics&lt;br /&gt;-forces&lt;br /&gt;-dynamics&lt;br /&gt;-(till Newton's laws of motion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Series B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Physical quantities&lt;br /&gt;-Thermal physics 1&lt;br /&gt;-Ideal gases&lt;br /&gt;-Thermodynamics&lt;br /&gt;-Oscillations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mole concept&lt;br /&gt;-Redox&lt;br /&gt;-Gases&lt;br /&gt;-Atomic structure &amp; electonic configuration&lt;br /&gt;-Chemical Equilibrium&lt;br /&gt;-Chemical Bonding&lt;br /&gt;-Chemical Energetics: Thermochemistry &amp;amp; Entropy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Economics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Central Problems of Economics&lt;br /&gt;-Demand &amp; Supply&lt;br /&gt;-Applications of Dd &amp;amp; Ss&lt;br /&gt;-Cost of production&lt;br /&gt;-Economies of Scale&lt;br /&gt;-Market Structure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Both series till Chapter 7 (Including functions &amp; tangent and normal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that a freaking lot of work to cover? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Sorry uh. Din't mean to ps you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8318814107174458093?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8318814107174458093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8318814107174458093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8318814107174458093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8318814107174458093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/05/work.html' title='WOrk?!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-974233286393069707</id><published>2007-05-25T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:25:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school!</title><content type='html'>Vj shuttlers met acjc again in the competition for national 3rd placing, after beating them in the 2nd round with a score of 4-1. This time, vjc upset acjc once again with a score of 4-1, achieving the next best alternative to 2nd placing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the victories of vjc sports groups and performing arts groups, today is a full day off. Hockey girls did us proud for being A div champions. Not surprising with a team full of dsa players.. Nevertheless, a competition is a competition. The best man wins. Other achievements are soccer boys- 3rd, tennis girls- 3rd, bowling, soccer girls- 2nd, basketball girls A div champions and many other gold with honours from performing arts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we took the chance to catch pirates of the carribean. Not like the type of show that i can appreciate, i found the empty hall more amusing than the movie at 10am. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the show, doreen shara weeho sam and me (together with elaine who just arrived) went to support the basketball girls in their finals.. against RJC. The rest of the guys just went on to play their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Toa Payoh sports hall, vj bballs were laggering by a few points, but after our appearance, their luck came back. Xinying got a free throw and both shots went in nicely. &gt;&lt; It was a close fight. With vj upseting the defending champion for the past 3 years with the score of 53-50! COngRats VJ Bballers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed back to anderson's sports day just in time to catch the intercca relay.. This year badminton got 3rd.. losing to track and malay dance &lt;s&gt;of all ccas&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/s&gt;Stephanie, melvin, linda and jonathan ran. Surprised that jeremy din't run though. And poor fiona got hospitalised with stomach flu, if not badminton will stand a higher chance of getting 2nd place. (keeping the trend of all years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the teachers' race. Some ex andersonians (4/6 mainly) challenged the teachers.. and guess wad.. of course the younger are fitter. lolx. And spiky blend in with the 4/6 people to run by wearing their class tee. -.- And he was so dying to run for badminton.. and he finally got to run. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day ended quite early.. It's quite boring after we have experienced JC's sports day with cheer leading and stuff.. perhaps anderson should start having cheer leading competition to liven the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few of us went of dinner at yoshinoya.. and just talked crap until we got chased away.&lt;br /&gt;junjie: haha.. not that i dint want to go.. but i happened to hav no money left. lol. (haobo says you will pay for me but i doubt so) so wads the use of me going if i cant play. &gt;&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a lousy scarecrow -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-974233286393069707?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/974233286393069707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=974233286393069707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/974233286393069707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/974233286393069707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school!'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-8797247100387534356</id><published>2007-05-21T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:04:56.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darn.</title><content type='html'>Today isn't my day. VJ badminton lost to TJ. And i so don't appreciate people gloating over it.&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;s&gt;damn&lt;/s&gt; bus i took had to break down half way. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-8797247100387534356?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/8797247100387534356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=8797247100387534356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8797247100387534356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/8797247100387534356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/05/darn.html' title='darn.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4013288150788954349</id><published>2007-05-19T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:25:29.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vj got through quarters with a glorious win.</title><content type='html'>Season is almost over, two more games (against tj and rj) in the semifinals and finals respectively.. (Assuming that we proceed on successful, which we will). Having ambivalent feelings about the end of this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means the preparation of the next season.&lt;br /&gt;It means the stepping down of the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;It means the start of unimaginable torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel so unprepared for all that.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally different experience in jc from sec sch life. The most distinct difference is that there's only 2 years in jc and 4 years in sec sch. The time spent in the team is only less than 18 months.. what more the time spent with our seniors is only less than 6 months. There isnt much of an attachment unlike in the sec sch team where we spent up to 3 years with the team. It seems much more like part and parcel of life in jc, the touch-and-go type of teammates instead of the go-through-thick-and-thin type of teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, vj shuttlers played against acjc with a supposingly fierce fight. The house committee members were brought down to render their support, yet to our disappointment they were less than supportive. -.- Sitting and clapping alone just din't bring out the atmosphere after the first singles was played. Mayyee played a good game taking down acjc's first singles winnie, therefore boosting our morale and they losing theirs. Vj successfully emerged as winners with a score of 4-1. Our first doubles played their first doubles and withdrew half way when isabel was feeling sick. Nevertheless, ms lim feels that we are champions and that 5-0 is ultimately ours. Cheers. Thanks to the threat, victorians strive to win even more. It makes us wonder why ac teachers can differ that much. Totally extreme characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, vj shuttlers played against ajc in the quarter finals, beating them with a score of 4-1. It was a breeze for vj and a glorious win, perhaps our second doubles messing up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels different to be part of the winning team, to feel pro and look like a pro. Having people fear you, mess up, instead of vice versa. One never knows how it feels like unless in the other's shoes. After vj's victory over aj, vj tops the group once again, undefeatable ever since round one.&lt;br /&gt;There would always be a loser and winner in every game. As aj misses a placing in nationals top 4, it is inevitable that they feel upset. So it feels bad seeing them tear, we 3 cheered for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of made me think whether one would choose between a bonded team or a productive team. As always, there would be politics in a good team creating even more conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of unproductive to be totally deprived of training during the june holidays. The hiatus from shuttles is quite redundant i perceive since it never happened during the secondary school years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8018624-4013288150788954349?l=enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/feeds/4013288150788954349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8018624&amp;postID=4013288150788954349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4013288150788954349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8018624/posts/default/4013288150788954349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigmatic-lives.blogspot.com/2007/05/vj-got-through-quarters-with-glorious.html' title='vj got through quarters with a glorious win.'/><author><name>jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02065170610224223337</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-8018624.post-4945410363553492027</id><published>2007-05-13T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T03:33:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vj boys' match against jjc.</title><content type='html'>End of week 8 marks the end of round 1 of inter-jcs nationals. VJ girls team will be up against pioneer jc, anglo-chinese jc and anderson jc in week 9 on the odd days of the week respectively. It'll be a packed week, hurdles after hurdles to cross. And after that, there would be a place in the finals - for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the red-shirts on friday (11th may), rooting for our guys' team up against jurong jc. Every match resulted according to plan, though the final results wasn't what the guys were planning for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was yiyang, playing their 3rd singles. It was kind of head-to-head, but as much as the team din't expect a bonus point, it wasn't thought to be fatal. Those on the sidelines were cheering their throats sore, getting fired up with the atmosphere, hoping some of our power and fire could be afflicted onto our player(s) on court..&lt;br /&gt;Though yiyang din't manage to upset the oppenent, he put up a good match and mr wong was pleased with his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was followed by chunhan and xijing.. The fire could be seen in xijing's face with every point that he took and the determination to win in chunhan was evident, which got the crowd (or rather the victorian supporters) to cheer even louder. Then vj took one game. So it's 1-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi- viva - vivala victoria..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, red-shirts (dressed in tournament shirt which happened to be red) had half time "performance" of cheers during intervals when the players were taking a water break or stroking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third game was our 2nd singles , Kenneth phua, against their 1st singles. It was an easy game for the china player i suppose. It was then a 2-1 game with vj lagging by 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting match was the 2nd doubles game. Kelvin and yanlong were playing a game that would decide the team's fate. It would be the end if they lost, yet, kelvin played like he had never ever played better before, not succumbing to pressure. It was later that he said he was feeling so high in the court, like he has eaten estacy or something -.- They took the game and catching up to 2-2 score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came adrian's singles game. He was put up against the opponent's second singles. He was strong, and appeared calm. But the game din't go as we expected. 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