<?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-16052128</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:46:51.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EUNICE</title><subtitle type='html'>gone gone gone gone!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-2215749369303003765</id><published>2010-10-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:28:37.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GONE FISHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rightmywrite.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.rightmywrite.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2215749369303003765?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2215749369303003765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2215749369303003765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2215749369303003765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2215749369303003765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2010/10/gone-fishing-moved-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4464024251712763742</id><published>2009-12-29T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:49:47.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here is eunice saying bye bye to the year 2009~!&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been an altogether good year for me, apart from the stress of A levels, and the lack of studying and the guilt trips....&lt;br /&gt;wait, does that make it a bad year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4464024251712763742?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4464024251712763742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>EUNICE IS FACING DIFFICULTIES RIGHT NOW(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has no idea what to do with the &lt;strong&gt;VAST&lt;/strong&gt; amount of time that she has on her hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;idle idle idle&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she DOES NOT feel like updating the web wide world on the nitty gritty stuff of her life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos as you know, that would be BORING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so she shall take a conitnued and extended l o n g break(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till the writer's brain comes back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the strange inert need that compels me to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2013394739017828523?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-16052128.post-7667590775706735492</id><published>2009-09-24T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:46:27.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims over. finally...&lt;br /&gt;the torture doesn't end here though, the thought of having to face another month or tw0 of INTENSE studying before it all accumulates on the THIRD of DECEMBER is enough to make me depressed:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. i just want to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;a break that goes on and on and on, and never ever stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm in such a pensive mood cos i'm mourning the death of my mp3 player. so here's a eulogy to 'it':&lt;br /&gt;'you' may not have been the best MP3 in the market, or the most attractive. neither were you the most capable or efficient one (BTW, it's creative so don't buy it!). we had our ups and downs, like when you died on me, only to be revived a few times, and promptly died soundly again. and the crack that you sprung in your face, may be evidence of either my very bad handling skills, or creative's lousy manufacturing, thats your perspective&lt;br /&gt;but all said, you've served me well for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-7667590775706735492?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/7667590775706735492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>haha(: blogger looks fugly-.-&lt;br /&gt;it looks like it belongs to windows NINETY-FIVE&lt;br /&gt;eunice is feeling wistful today&lt;br /&gt;collect all my memories and stow them away&lt;br /&gt;wish i had taken lit. where concise is NOT IMPORTANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;sit under the canopy of the garden&lt;br /&gt;sip my lemonade&lt;br /&gt;stare at the world go by&lt;br /&gt;and laugh to myself&lt;br /&gt;cos everything's alright.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh boy, that actually sounds good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6349684738620051465?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6349684738620051465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6349684738620051465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6349684738620051465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6349684738620051465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/09/haha-blogger-looks-fugly.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-5438778571505362420</id><published>2009-09-07T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:47:35.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SqX9CeZdBFI/AAAAAAAAA9k/PwFJ6JBgnyw/s1600-h/allicia+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378983548925314130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SqX9CeZdBFI/AAAAAAAAA9k/PwFJ6JBgnyw/s200/allicia+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and licia/ and half of stupid caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SqX9CEHiJQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YjYklGQfWxg/s1600-h/FB+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378983541870830850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SqX9CEHiJQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YjYklGQfWxg/s200/FB+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FB GIRLS UNITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose i've been a tad too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really miss my FB girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moses, monkey, woof,eviltwin, korean superstar, buddyrabbit, i really really love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shucks, eunice turns mushy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-5438778571505362420?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/5438778571505362420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=5438778571505362420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5438778571505362420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5438778571505362420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-licia-and-half-of-stupid-caleb.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SqX9CeZdBFI/AAAAAAAAA9k/PwFJ6JBgnyw/s72-c/allicia+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-3950555073018175201</id><published>2009-09-03T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:20:48.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am drowning in this ocean&lt;br /&gt;someone give me a magic potion&lt;br /&gt;erase erase erase&lt;br /&gt;all my troubles please fly away.&lt;br /&gt;math chem bio econ&lt;br /&gt;out the door turn off the aircon&lt;br /&gt;environmentally concious mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rhyme when i'm stressed&lt;br /&gt;and my stress level is like a UFO now.&lt;br /&gt;unidentified. too high to record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says poems have to rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;this is a poem and it doesn't have to&lt;br /&gt;who says this is a poem in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;I do, and since i'm writing it, get out of my way(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, that wasn't meant to be rude&lt;br /&gt;it just happen to fit the book:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's econs was a hand-sacrificing occasion&lt;br /&gt;my hand has sadly passed away&lt;br /&gt;please tell me where to find a new one/&lt;br /&gt;i'll be glad to pay!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's GP was like greek&lt;br /&gt;or spanish or latin or even alien&lt;br /&gt;bottom line is, it was as though it was written in code&lt;br /&gt;that my brain hadn't yet developed a translation software for:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was like frying my brains and my hands.&lt;br /&gt;and diffusion of info out of my brain was faster than active transport in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sholdn't be blogging&lt;br /&gt;but i am strased...my english is out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;basically, for econs and bio, i said goodbye to my grammer.&lt;br /&gt;cos good grammer takes too long to write/&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not as though the teachers of econs and bio have good grammer themselves either;D&lt;br /&gt;i hope..&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is muddleheaded. hows she gonna do math?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm dead for my piano exam.&lt;br /&gt;had this really annoying ttum examiner&lt;br /&gt;who kept pestering me to answer my question!&lt;br /&gt;never give me time to think&lt;br /&gt;so scared..scared stiff&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;went home and cried cos i DON"T WANT TO FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;really really don't like failures.&lt;br /&gt;i'm allergic to failures...&lt;br /&gt;then i was reminded 'my grace is sufficient for you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to leave my worries and my cares in God's hands cos i know theres no place safer than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooooooooooooooof! eunice disappears back into her cave(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3950555073018175201?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3950555073018175201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3950555073018175201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3950555073018175201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3950555073018175201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-drowning-in-this-ocean-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-626504897400462712</id><published>2009-08-22T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:42:42.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are lots and lots of pictures... of the lovely and beautiful EUNICE:D:D&lt;br /&gt;haha(: as you can see, stress is getting into my head..turning deluded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l5YXO2XI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YhWPwIrK3io/s1600-h/me+and+jun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765654431488370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l5YXO2XI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YhWPwIrK3io/s200/me+and+jun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and jun! at the lounge of changi village hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l466WFAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/7OFrVStUTPw/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765646525699074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l466WFAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/7OFrVStUTPw/s200/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; parent's night picture1: my ister, the vain(: haha(; with nic(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l4TgiD5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/OXuZQ6Fhbak/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765635948449682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l4TgiD5I/AAAAAAAAA9A/OXuZQ6Fhbak/s200/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic, me and val(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l4H-rTkI/AAAAAAAAA84/KGrxrerwHEk/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765632853659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l4H-rTkI/AAAAAAAAA84/KGrxrerwHEk/s200/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the TOILET! of the NTU alumni club house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think we have a whole collection of these pictures(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_leA7pVWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/FDIdsMAWYPY/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765184285300066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_leA7pVWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/FDIdsMAWYPY/s200/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nic looking pretty! still in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_ldiSINkI/AAAAAAAAA8o/P0Eg3Qm90ZU/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765176058099266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_ldiSINkI/AAAAAAAAA8o/P0Eg3Qm90ZU/s200/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. DUH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_ldetaWzI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-bMRP15AnlY/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765175098792754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_ldetaWzI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-bMRP15AnlY/s200/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nic again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_ldFqPaCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/V8Sp_grE6M4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765168374605858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_ldFqPaCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/V8Sp_grE6M4/s200/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying out the mosaic function on nic's cam! ultra cool stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lcy0iXaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/FjAW8YDRBAc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372765163317517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lcy0iXaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/FjAW8YDRBAc/s200/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another frame thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lClvKY8I/AAAAAAAAA8I/K_OVBsr4w78/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372764713128715202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lClvKY8I/AAAAAAAAA8I/K_OVBsr4w78/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lCL0mMUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-d5G9LdqA9o/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372764706172186946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lCL0mMUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/-d5G9LdqA9o/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we aren't easily bored you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lB5cHUcI/AAAAAAAAA74/eIfahkww9YQ/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372764701237662146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lB5cHUcI/AAAAAAAAA74/eIfahkww9YQ/s200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nic(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this was her hand(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lBQf1z-I/AAAAAAAAA7w/I0i8VyEkps4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372764690247438306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lBQf1z-I/AAAAAAAAA7w/I0i8VyEkps4/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and nic(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since like, forever:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lBFRsW7I/AAAAAAAAA7o/KvWTx2gdupA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372764687235308466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_lBFRsW7I/AAAAAAAAA7o/KvWTx2gdupA/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, nic, val, adelin, elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kOOvkt2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/K7kGa17Au-c/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372763813603227490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kOOvkt2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/K7kGa17Au-c/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stupid pose number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kNtfpycI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/qLgkNSJ-QtU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372763804678080962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kNtfpycI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/qLgkNSJ-QtU/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid pose number 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, back to the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kNdp1HiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/XdBogXBUVjw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372763800425799202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kNdp1HiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/XdBogXBUVjw/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kNA08oLI/AAAAAAAAA7I/bG1jkgrg9EY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372763792687800498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kNA08oLI/AAAAAAAAA7I/bG1jkgrg9EY/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kM2b-wOI/AAAAAAAAA7A/a-eQYFezQzg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372763789898727650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_kM2b-wOI/AAAAAAAAA7A/a-eQYFezQzg/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-626504897400462712?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/626504897400462712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=626504897400462712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/626504897400462712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/626504897400462712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-are-lots-and-lots-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/So_l5YXO2XI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/YhWPwIrK3io/s72-c/me+and+jun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-6701874682386560300</id><published>2009-07-30T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:50:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eunice is Officially sick.&lt;br /&gt;It says so on her MC: This person doesn't have to go to school for THREE days&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being sick is no fun. esp as it's the annoying flu with no vaccine unlike the one thats of pig variety...&lt;br /&gt;i'd give anything to stop my fluctuating temperature, and my random sporadic symptoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, my temp can rise to 38.6 and plummet to 36.4 all in less than AN HOUR:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can feel like throwing up so badly one moment, and then suddenly feeling so ravenous the next.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that i'm throwing up on an empty stomach of course.&lt;br /&gt;and then i would sit down intending to do work. but all that comes out is GIBBERISH.&lt;br /&gt;wheres GOD in this whole situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually. whats worse is knowing that i have been taking my health for granted. perhaps that is his gentle and not so subtle reminder for me. that even if nothing else, i should be grateful for my health. and not just my health, cos he has blessed me in every way possible and just a little setback should not turn me pessimistic and morbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess just as in everything, my being sick has a purpose too. i just need to accept it and spend time thinking about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6701874682386560300?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6701874682386560300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6701874682386560300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6701874682386560300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6701874682386560300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice-is-officially-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4567229216354855576</id><published>2009-07-15T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:31:13.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CTs are over.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;this is my farewell to life as i know it.&lt;br /&gt;as of yesterday's yesterday, I have crawled back into my cave&lt;br /&gt;after an exhilarating 1yearhalf in the sunlight:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in simple language...EUnice is retiring(TEMPORARILY) from the social scene to hit the books&lt;br /&gt;i am in trouble! i have to study extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;and with the grace of GOd, I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;i will study hard, make my parents proud, bring glory to GOD.&lt;br /&gt;and feel accomplished myself.&lt;br /&gt;i must, i can and i will(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want so many things! must remind myself not to be obsessed about them(:&lt;br /&gt;i want a nice sports windbreaker! cos right, i realised that hoodies are so NOT comfy in exam halls-.- since it takes such a long time to get them off and on.&lt;br /&gt;and they only have TWO ways of wearing: off, and on-.-&lt;br /&gt;i now prefer something with a ZIP:D&lt;br /&gt;and my 2 windbreakers have LOST THEIR ZIPS-.-&lt;br /&gt;another reason i can't wear the both of them: one is my grand-dad's, and one is the Cedar YELLOW BUMBLE BEE one:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to earn my own money too(:&lt;br /&gt;i want to drive a car! no more public transport! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shush eunice. your A levels are not even OVER yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye world, going to study for prelims!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4567229216354855576?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4567229216354855576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4567229216354855576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4567229216354855576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4567229216354855576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/07/cts-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1689735793926556244</id><published>2009-07-06T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:42:46.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. blogger is weirdddddddd. i cannot cannot cannot post my beautiful pig-tures of nj117 plus mascot cycling!&lt;br /&gt;it would have been funny:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid blogger:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to NJ117, SUENLI CAN NOW CYCLE! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;pro, eh? maybe we should become cycling instructors or something(:&lt;br /&gt;though our students will prob fall down as much as suenli!&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1689735793926556244?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1689735793926556244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1689735793926556244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1689735793926556244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1689735793926556244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-913208501498532041</id><published>2009-07-05T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:18:57.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW(:&lt;br /&gt;so sweet! today our church celebrated &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOUTH DAY&lt;/span&gt; for us(:&lt;br /&gt;dunno how they managed to keep a secret for so long(the adults i mean)&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just me...and my slowness(:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, diana went up stage after the communion, and she was talking about youth day and stuff&lt;br /&gt;then she kept glancing meaningfully at some adults&lt;br /&gt;but nothing happened so she finally said :" i think SOME people should be onstage by now!"&lt;br /&gt;haha, so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;then, to my shock and utter surprise, my MOTHER stood up with like 9 other adults to the stage&lt;br /&gt;and they were like 'we have a song item for the youths'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL. now i know where i got my wonderful singing genes from!:D&lt;br /&gt;thanks mum! hee&lt;br /&gt;haha(: apparently my dad helped plan games, but since it was raining, he pang-saed his store, to go chat with other adults over the FOOD that was meant for the youths. *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;nobody. seriously, nobody celebrates like ANGORA! food is simply tops(:&lt;br /&gt;and we had a personalised card. except my brilliant dad forgot to bring it!&lt;br /&gt;now we know where my absentmindedness came from too!&lt;br /&gt;heh.this is the song they sanggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GIRLS’ SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Looking through the window of your heartache and your pain&lt;br /&gt;You're wondering if life has come and passed you by again&lt;br /&gt;In a world of compromising you've just got to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Don't be getting anxious, the future's in His hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You can be beautiful, beautiful for God&lt;br /&gt;You won't need society&lt;br /&gt;Searching for variety&lt;br /&gt;Looking for controversy&lt;br /&gt;breaking with authority&lt;br /&gt;You can be beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not have a boyfriend and you may not have a car&lt;br /&gt;You may not have a fairytale romance, or travel far&lt;br /&gt;But if you've got the Saviour then you've got everything&lt;br /&gt;You have got the Wine of Love, and the Song of Songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, rest well(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-913208501498532041?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/913208501498532041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=913208501498532041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/913208501498532041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/913208501498532041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/07/awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww-so-sweet-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3440692407305603438</id><published>2009-07-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:08:48.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strange how the brain can remember stupid unimportant information like stories and soap operas verbatim, yet has not enough space to hold important information. like chem and where did i last put my spectacles(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;cue massive diffusion of chembiomathecons out into the open 'knowledge base'&lt;br /&gt;if only there was active transport of it into the brain in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to sleep sleep and sleep some more(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turning into a pig(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3440692407305603438?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3440692407305603438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3440692407305603438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3440692407305603438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3440692407305603438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-how-brain-can-remember-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4078157401107630984</id><published>2009-06-25T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:26:55.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing when i think about how blessed i am.&lt;br /&gt;you know, when you decide to look at your blessings&lt;br /&gt;and not mope about what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to live in a screensaver world(:&lt;br /&gt;where change is non existent,&lt;br /&gt;and plastic smiley faces dot the landscape&lt;br /&gt;cos life is where i belong&lt;br /&gt;and in life, the only constant is change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me count my blessings, and be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father's day has just passed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful to have not just 1, but 2 dads.&lt;br /&gt;one to disciple me and one to spoil me(:&lt;br /&gt;i thought of using 'discipline' instead of disciple, but i realised it has too many negative connotations to it!&lt;br /&gt;but when i say 'disciple' i mean that my dad takes care of my growth&lt;br /&gt;my physical, spiritual, mental and moral growth&lt;br /&gt;and i am thankful that i have my dad to do that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the verse that says, a little discipline is painful at the time, but in the end...&lt;br /&gt;erm. i don't exactly remember what it says(:&lt;br /&gt;and bible gateway doesn't seem to be able to find it:/&lt;br /&gt;but, basically, it's like that...&lt;br /&gt;although it's tough to be undergoing discipline,&lt;br /&gt;it is necessary and extremely important for myself and my future(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks dad, for giving me discipline even when it must be hard for you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other dad, my godpa,&lt;br /&gt;is the one who spoils me(:&lt;br /&gt;not just in material blessings, but also little reminders to cheer me up or make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study. you need to get well(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4078157401107630984?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4078157401107630984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4078157401107630984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4078157401107630984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4078157401107630984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-amazing-when-i-think-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-8610218310002809818</id><published>2009-06-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:39:38.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still at sentosa bummming my ass off. simply becos sentosa is such a rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrip-off, we decided that none of the attractions were worth leaving the cosy room for. so i stayed in the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;apart from the time i went to the gym and tortured myself(:&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the millions of dollars we spent in the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arcades are evil stuff(: it induces expenditure, which will cause the C to increase, AE to increase. AE curve shifts up, hence since singapore is nearing full employment, although emplouyment goes up by a little bit, general price level will go up by a lot...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, thats my guilt speaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;i just deleted the 999 unread emails(: my inbox looks CLEAN now(: it has NINE unread mails only(:&lt;br /&gt; okay, here are the only pictures that can be seen by the public eye...the rest too ugly to see(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkLti2BCEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SOIqKf83XuM/s1600-h/P6120783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348318909554559042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkLti2BCEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SOIqKf83XuM/s200/P6120783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my buddy jun and children's camp! haha(: they have the rest of the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkLtYX7IvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/OPYEnA4J22s/s1600-h/P6171011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348318906743988978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkLtYX7IvI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/OPYEnA4J22s/s200/P6171011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and elaine in the lift-.-&lt;br /&gt;it would be a nice photo if not for the horrid exposure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKmsJwfeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/1Eu1oiHDcUY/s1600-h/P6150867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317692282568162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKmsJwfeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/1Eu1oiHDcUY/s200/P6150867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the world's flattest muffin! who says i can't bake??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was made from the MUFFIN  mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we had no muffin TINs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we kinda put the mix into a CAKE tin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it turned out too flat-.-&lt;br /&gt;but it tasted extremely good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKmfglE5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/DTGtiD-Z0cE/s1600-h/P6160908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317688888628114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKmfglE5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/DTGtiD-Z0cE/s200/P6160908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me...,with the sun in my eyes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKmKIbNwI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ZdD5oBzB0_A/s1600-h/P6160913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317683150173954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKmKIbNwI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ZdD5oBzB0_A/s200/P6160913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and elaine by the sand with MY NAME ON IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKlx3QYHI/AAAAAAAAA44/M2ve_aNl_kE/s1600-h/P6160909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317676635709554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKlx3QYHI/AAAAAAAAA44/M2ve_aNl_kE/s200/P6160909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my big and beautiful name(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKla4idDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ZuQR99hGBJo/s1600-h/P6171005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317670467073074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkKla4idDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ZuQR99hGBJo/s200/P6171005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think this picture is beautiful(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again, it's ME! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;must hit the books. must hit the books. must hit the books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people say that if you say it 3 times it will come true.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8610218310002809818?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8610218310002809818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8610218310002809818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8610218310002809818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8610218310002809818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-at-sentosa-bummming-my-ass-off.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SjkLti2BCEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SOIqKf83XuM/s72-c/P6120783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-608234588228579008</id><published>2009-06-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:59:33.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I believe in ever after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the promise of GOd's word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe the father has sent his son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be the savior of the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's heading for mugging valley, it seems like i should too.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I????&lt;br /&gt;haha(: eunice is in too deep a holiday mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate my blogskin(the black one) i just used it cos i couldn't find anything better:/&lt;br /&gt;i'm bumming at sentosa and i feel guilty, cos i really really should be mugging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-608234588228579008?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/608234588228579008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=608234588228579008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/608234588228579008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/608234588228579008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-believe-in-ever-after-in-promise-of.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-2388717217409813635</id><published>2009-06-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:53:21.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>describe angora children's camp in one word: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;supercallifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. thats cos theres no one word to truely describe it.&lt;br /&gt;First word that comes to mind is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TIRING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but hot on it's heels comes &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fufilling and fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could note down all my thoughts and feelings now, but theres no telling when my brain will fizzle and die, after 5 days of constant 'ontheball-ness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids were simply adorable. my biological clock gave a little shudder of delight:D&lt;br /&gt;starting from the ones that lived in the house that so graciously housed me, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruth noah leah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;were so entertaining. especially ruth. every single day as i turn up at their dinner table, she never failed to ask ' jiejie eunice eating with us again?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy carousels &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fantastic ferris wheels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;colossal coasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;roaring rockets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my 'favourite' 2 'kids': &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREDERICK AND JIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they're part of the music team, and they kept us in stitches. permanently(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think pictures will make more sense of my post. but they will have to wait till i have more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to God be the glory. I HAVE SURVIVED THE CAMP:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2388717217409813635?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2388717217409813635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2388717217409813635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2388717217409813635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2388717217409813635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/06/describe-angora-childrens-camp-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3710899132525015129</id><published>2009-05-10T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:34:04.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proud to be, NJCHOIR(:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SgbuE1HYhgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/8tzwX9zq4uY/s1600-h/Year+2s!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334212575411865090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SgbuE1HYhgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/8tzwX9zq4uY/s200/Year+2s!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Year2s: minus Eunice2 and DianFeng(who were busy changing out of their costumes), Wanyun and caleb (who were at VCH awaiting the results)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fellow seniors, we've been through so much together, it feels like we've weathered quite a few wars together...and i'm sure we came out of it stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SgbtA6hqMwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ULSItXO8jkQ/s1600-h/njchoir+syf09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334211408633148162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SgbtA6hqMwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ULSItXO8jkQ/s200/njchoir+syf09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NJCHOIR2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SgbtBIVu5bI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/mhjNhe5cMvA/s1600-h/njchoirFTW!+040509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334211412341220786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SgbtBIVu5bI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/mhjNhe5cMvA/s200/njchoirFTW!+040509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pre-SYF: at the LT5 stage. the place where we sweat(okay, eunice 2 says must say perspire) our life out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now it's back to the books(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's MOTHER's day(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy mother's day(: my mum's entertaining herself by watching old videos on youtube....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. honestly, their music are quite good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so since she's distracted, i shall just thank her in these few paltry lines that may not be able to convey my heartfelt gratitude to her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For waking up at 5 every morning just cause we have to, &lt;em&gt;I love you mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For cooking lunch even when i don't go home for it, &lt;em&gt;I love you mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For cooking dinner and keeping it warm when i reach home at 5, &lt;em&gt;I love you mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For buying me new clothes even when I don't need them,&lt;em&gt; I love you mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For grumbling and nagging about things you don't want me to do but allowing me to do so in the end cos you know how much i want it, &lt;em&gt;I love you mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For being my mum and loving me unconditionally,&lt;em&gt; I love you mum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy mother's day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a good mother's day message today in church... by this really sweet lady, though i'm not really sure where she's from! she talked about Jesus being the good shepherd, and how parents are their children's shepherds as well... though i'm not a parent yet (DUH). but i hope to be one someday! and i hope i will remember all these lessons and be the best mum i can be(: oh, and she played this song during the message, i think it's really meaningful, cos unconditional love is love that does not call for payment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess we should do things not for the rewards, but cos we truly love(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO CHARGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now our little boy came up to his mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the kitchen this evenin' while she was fixin' supper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he handed her a piece of paper he'd been writin' on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after wipin' her hands on her apron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She read it, and this is what it said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For mowin' the lawn, five dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For makin' my own bed this week, one dollar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for goin' to the store, fifty cents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An' playin' with little brother while you went shoppin', twenty-five cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takin' out the trash, one dollar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gettin' a good report card, five dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for rakin' the yard, two dollars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total owed, fourteen seventy-five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as mom looked at him standin' there expectantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I could see the mem'ries flashing through her mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so she picked up the pen, and turnin' the paper over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what she wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the nine months I carried you growin' inside me, no charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the nights I've sat up with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctored you, and prayed for you, no charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the time and the tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you've cost through the years, there's no charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you add it all up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The full cost of my love is no charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the nights filled with dread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the worries ahead, no charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For advice and the knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the cost of your &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/tammy-wynette-no-charge-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;, no charge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the toys, &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/tammy-wynette-no-charge-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt; and clothes and even for wipin' your nose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no charge, son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you add it all up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The full cost of my love is, no charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, when he finished readin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had great big old tears in his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he looked up at her standing there and saidMama, I sure do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he took the pen,And in great big letters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wrote PAID IN FULL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord knows when you add it all upThe cost of real love is, no charge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eunice is feeling contented(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just like a burden's rolled off her back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praise God, my burden's rolled away at the cross(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but. i miss choir(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3710899132525015129?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3710899132525015129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3710899132525015129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3710899132525015129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3710899132525015129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/05/proud-to-be-njchoir-year2s-minus.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SgbuE1HYhgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/8tzwX9zq4uY/s72-c/Year+2s!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-6788947671926595077</id><published>2009-05-05T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:14:24.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHEW. indeed, praise God from whom all blessings flow.&lt;br /&gt;it's like one huge burden has slippied off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;and yet...this victory is kinda bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;cos even though i'm really proud of NJchoir for getting the GWH after months of&lt;br /&gt;exhausting hard work, at the same time, i wish the other PA CCAs could rejoice together with us.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad, that sometimes effort is not recognised, simply because of the label that awards bring. It's so simple to assume that a choir winning 'Gold With Honours' has worked harder then the choir with a 'bronze'.&lt;br /&gt;so simple, so naive.&lt;br /&gt;cos we all know that's not the case. i daresay each choir(just like each PA CCA) has put in equivalent effort. and the end-result, well, largely depends on the fancy of the judges...&lt;br /&gt;so, it's really rather sad that simply because a lot of PA CCAs didn't get the gwh, people are gg to assume that they are not as good. it takes a really discerning person to look beyond the award and into the team's heart, their love for music and their dedication to bringing music as best as they can to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't lose heart! because i believe that ALL of us are deserving of the GWH. who cares what others think(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my post seems as though we have just lost...but we haven't really(: the choir has won, that's true, but still, the whole situation is kinda sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, I'm EXTREMELY PROUD of nichoir, the comm and the altos(: i think we really pulled through at the last minute, and ignoring the results, i think that each of us is a winner because we brought JUSTICE to the song...&lt;br /&gt;even now, echos of the song and colourful picture we painted is still flipping through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't think i have EVER EVER EVER felt like this! it was strange. it was like before my eyes, although i was focusing on misslim, i was transported to 3 different 'worlds' within the 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the victory is so surreal. and yet, so bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;ayibobo(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6788947671926595077?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6788947671926595077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6788947671926595077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6788947671926595077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6788947671926595077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/05/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4629275957517507728</id><published>2009-04-19T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:00:16.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this recurring nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by rows of houses.&lt;br /&gt;They all look the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a ghost town.&lt;br /&gt;I walk, slowly and unsteadily at first, but when i see no one, i start to walk faster.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I see many heads poppin out of the windows.&lt;br /&gt;They stare at me, unblinking.&lt;br /&gt;I start to run.&lt;br /&gt;They start to chase.&lt;br /&gt;I run and I run and I run...till I have nothing left to give.&lt;br /&gt;and i collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heads can be many different people.&lt;br /&gt;they change with every nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;But every nightmare, there is only 1 figure, repeatedly staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, but i won't quit.&lt;br /&gt;like my partner says: life is tough. but I am tougher.&lt;br /&gt;let me change that statement a bit: life is tough, my GOD is tougher.&lt;br /&gt;praise God from whom all things flow.&lt;br /&gt;not just blessings, but nightmares as well.&lt;br /&gt;cos he carries me through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one hasn't ended yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4629275957517507728?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4629275957517507728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4629275957517507728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4629275957517507728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4629275957517507728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-this-recurring-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-2750919906429683071</id><published>2009-03-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:56:10.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how when you are stressed, adrenaline clogs up your blood stream? and makes your shoulder blade hurt quite some bit? yeah, thats whats torturing me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yichan and i were just talking the other day after workshop at HC...funny how the question:" what do you want to be when you grow up?" kinda refers to NOW.... it's like, we're grown up now. whatever we wanted to be when we were young should be realised just about now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a hermit. crawl in my shell and avoid the world. it's tough to be PR all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a lot of other stuff... but as i'm having a writer's block right now, i shall not list, lest i sound incoherant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated Wayeshyang and my birthday at bakerzin with nette,yichan,jiemin,joel...free flow bread! yum(:the guys were obliging enough to keep returning to the counter to toast the bread for us pampered girls(: i just realised that we sat right infront of thhe bread counter! haha. oh then we had to find a place to eat the cake. FORTUNATELY they didn't allow us to have the cake in bakerzin. humiliation avoided, phew! then we spent some time being wishy washy about the direction. and some brainwave thought of the open space outside macs...which ended up being over populated. so we went to the tables outside swensons! and the manager chased us away. more specifically, he sent his 'shou xia' to chase us away:( so we went and plonked ourselves on the floor right outside of swensons... to eat the lovely fruit cake! which the guys ate a quarter each and yc, nette and i shared a quarter(:&lt;br /&gt;love this bunch of sweet crazy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of birthdays, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY godpa! haha(: you don't look old at all!!! i really thank god for putting such a nice person like you in my life! may you have many more happy birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;february is really the day of birthdays! mouses and chicken: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU TOO! haahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my boots! finally! they look like poccahantas boots... yj said that... audrey said that too...hahaa(: don't care. i love them! finally! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to put a photo, but the bluetooth thing is warped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be a word-iologist when i grow up, since i'm so fascinated with words.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be a philosophist! what exactly do they do, though? sit around and erm, daydream???&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop thinking and start studying hard...&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying, i really am! i think i'm working harder this year than last, and seriously, i give myself enough stress as it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night, lists of undone stuff run through my head. it's like a mental list, that reminds me of all my 'need to do' stuff. like choir stuff, work related subject stuff, piano stuff, family stuff, church stuff. and each of them are broken down into specifics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, self-stress is enough. i promise that i am motivated as it is. i really really do not appreciate external stress. such as reminders of what i have not done. I KNOW what i have not done. give me time, don't harp on me. i need encouragement, not additional stress! that's not helping! i am more troubled then people know. and words appply to me the most, i'm most affected by what people say, so please please, understand my STRESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not even begin to talk about choir stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2750919906429683071?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2750919906429683071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2750919906429683071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2750919906429683071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2750919906429683071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-how-when-you-are-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-2535130049730494226</id><published>2009-02-14T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:23:18.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now begins the long ardous task of uploading photos. as you can see...i got a bit frustrated with blogger photo uploading so i'm going to stop like in the middle of nowhere(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHZ6ilIUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4VkxqDom6qw/s1600-h/IMG_9779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855965532823874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHZ6ilIUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4VkxqDom6qw/s200/IMG_9779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FB(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHZq2FASI/AAAAAAAAA4A/0rlj59iLkms/s1600-h/IMG_9783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855961319637282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHZq2FASI/AAAAAAAAA4A/0rlj59iLkms/s200/IMG_9783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHZRF_tsI/AAAAAAAAA34/6gS8WxoyXpA/s1600-h/IMG_9793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855954407077570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHZRF_tsI/AAAAAAAAA34/6gS8WxoyXpA/s200/IMG_9793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJ117!!!!!!!!plus MASCOT(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHY0FOROI/AAAAAAAAA3w/9tDZepzzGTw/s1600-h/IMG_9810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855946619208930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHY0FOROI/AAAAAAAAA3w/9tDZepzzGTw/s200/IMG_9810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHWyvHqlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/4h7nBeaTQfo/s1600-h/IMG_9815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302855911898327634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHWyvHqlI/AAAAAAAAA3o/4h7nBeaTQfo/s200/IMG_9815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godparents and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFP3qJMBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/1nOmBPkIuAo/s1600-h/IMG_9816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302853593937293330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFP3qJMBI/AAAAAAAAA3g/1nOmBPkIuAo/s200/IMG_9816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm(: the same people(: in a nicer setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFPtW5T8I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/UU1TnzKsp4E/s1600-h/IMG_9823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302853591172206530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFPtW5T8I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/UU1TnzKsp4E/s200/IMG_9823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cutting the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFPCbrfII/AAAAAAAAA3I/tjGpWtX-odg/s1600-h/IMG_9828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302853579649547394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFPCbrfII/AAAAAAAAA3I/tjGpWtX-odg/s200/IMG_9828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB and me at the stairway(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFO38Pp2I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MVvrBYs0ae8/s1600-h/IMG_9843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302853576833345378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFO38Pp2I/AAAAAAAAA3A/MVvrBYs0ae8/s200/IMG_9843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and me eating cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFPskvypI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/g0lbfM_GJRI/s1600-h/IMG_9824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302853590961867410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeFPskvypI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/g0lbfM_GJRI/s200/IMG_9824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...cutting cake again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL PRESENTS I GOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC7NG8I3I/AAAAAAAAA24/pISpvkWfIsM/s1600-h/P2140364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302851039894709106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC7NG8I3I/AAAAAAAAA24/pISpvkWfIsM/s200/P2140364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from my godparents... this really really pretty necklace from SK(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC7FRCErI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ufzy5Kt1sIk/s1600-h/P2140358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302851037789557426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC7FRCErI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ufzy5Kt1sIk/s200/P2140358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC6xqiUBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/njoGT0N2vkA/s1600-h/P2140357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302851032527818770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC6xqiUBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/njoGT0N2vkA/s200/P2140357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW IT SHINES FOR ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC6t9ReuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/pajVw-ZAJK4/s1600-h/P2140356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302851031532665570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC6t9ReuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/pajVw-ZAJK4/s200/P2140356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from suenli and ness-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC6Z_b6VI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/PaKADC3kIv4/s1600-h/P2140355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302851026173028690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeC6Z_b6VI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/PaKADC3kIv4/s200/P2140355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from michael...our TRUCE. haha. which kinda ended yesterday-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we decided not to argue for the day(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm...i think one day still can lah. more than that cannot already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeBx211TTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VBa_40j6TI8/s1600-h/P2140367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302849779786927410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeBx211TTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VBa_40j6TI8/s200/P2140367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM FB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!who demanded a really really big expression of wow from me but didn't get it:D i was really tired lah! sorry(: can i say the WOW now??? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;according to clarissa the mouse who doesn't have a brain... dotty means mentally irregular-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and scatterbrain is to remind me of how much i need reminders(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. nice to know that it's so easy to find adjectives to describe me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaa(: now i have FOUR little miss shirts(: i must be schizophrenic(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVnRlogI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QHn7mspDOfE/s1600-h/P2140354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848195060408834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVnRlogI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QHn7mspDOfE/s200/P2140354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from allicia my darling friend(: chocolates for someone as SWEET AS ME! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVfQ7s3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/0Ad1nRpDAyQ/s1600-h/P2140353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848192910177138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVfQ7s3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/0Ad1nRpDAyQ/s200/P2140353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from debbie and jun! BUDDIES! thanks for the lovely adorable pencil box with the earrings inside(: can you see the earrings? can you, can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. of course not(: they're inside the box mah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, my fettish for notebooks is satisfied...partially with THREE notebooks on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVDgpDdI/AAAAAAAAA14/U2djvhNy8No/s1600-h/P2140352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848185459871186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVDgpDdI/AAAAAAAAA14/U2djvhNy8No/s200/P2140352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the white one is from nana, the black SPARKLY one is from QX. i CANNOT believe that she actually remembered that I LOVE sparkly things and things that glitter(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apart from notebooks lah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVJ-nn1I/AAAAAAAAA1w/DxLdw6VMyVA/s1600-h/P2140351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848187196219218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAVJ-nn1I/AAAAAAAAA1w/DxLdw6VMyVA/s200/P2140351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from nette pat and yang(: according to them... this work of art on the notebook they gave me went through an episode frought with adventure and distress... just in case the kino people are reading this, though why they would i really dunno, but just in case...i shan't write it down here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848181515939442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeAU00VbnI/AAAAAAAAA1o/UyLIqIn_gjs/s200/P2140350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 notebooks! pretty things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yupps(: thanks a bunch to my parents for preparing the BBQ for me as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for my 3 heroes: lama,michael,and dianfeng for doing the menial job that NOBODY wanted to do: COOK! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though the charcoal was like weird and there were momentarary lapses in the foood supply cos it went into certain people's stomachs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks SO MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though you guys could have eaten more:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really sorry to those who came and i had no time to entertain you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so mentally exhausted at the end of the whole thing... my brain was still like running from group to group! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall blog seriously another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now, it's back to my books(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2535130049730494226?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2535130049730494226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2535130049730494226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2535130049730494226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2535130049730494226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-begins-long-ardous-task-of.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SZeHZ6ilIUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4VkxqDom6qw/s72-c/IMG_9779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-5593581969690900153</id><published>2009-02-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:26:37.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling blessed today(:&lt;br /&gt;had a lovely lovely bbq.&lt;br /&gt;really appreciated all the people who gave up their V day to spend time with me on my B day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me acknowledge all those people who contributed 5cents each to Singapore's floundering economy! via Singtel/starhub/M1:Allicia.wanyun.kellyn.diana.wensong.angela.charlotte.Zhiwei.Jade.Mengqiao. .yunjie.Sylvia.Untip.yipei.lynetteng.godpa.annabel.suenli.michael.jasmine.shamini.jaime.matthew. steph.xuemin.adeline.jun.dianfeng.sonia.cherylchu.eugene(xiaodi).rachtan.tiffany.yichan(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh(: and wayeshyang who sent it even earlier(: like one day earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's from like back to front. therefore yichan my beloved primary school bestie has the honour of being the FIRST! heh. at 11.53 of the 13th of FEB(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who actually came for my BBQ(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nette,pat,yang,QX,dionne,suenli,ness,nana,wenxin,debbie,jun,kenneth,allicia,nicolette,sonia, clarissa,eviltwin,cherylang,dianfeng,michael, cherylchu....&lt;br /&gt;godparents and family. my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue TMR! with pictures:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-5593581969690900153?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/5593581969690900153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=5593581969690900153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5593581969690900153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5593581969690900153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-feeling-blessed-today-had-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4841024483767985511</id><published>2009-02-13T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:57:03.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm eighteen</title><content type='html'>i'm eighteen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4841024483767985511?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4841024483767985511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4841024483767985511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4841024483767985511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4841024483767985511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-eighteen.html' title='i&apos;m eighteen'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-6915500618274909032</id><published>2009-01-30T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:00:46.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year of the Apple(:</title><content type='html'>whee(:unwanted picture, GONE! small font size, GONE!&lt;br /&gt;haha...this is a BAD usage of parallelism. who cares about the GP lecture anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesyes, this is the year of the apple(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT this APPLE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297343548636127474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SYPx5BWp4PI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/-eSoGZr-M90/s200/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But THIS apple! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SYPx5FqGqDI/AAAAAAAAA1g/t5Z1p8JObWE/s1600-h/apple+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297343549791447090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SYPx5FqGqDI/AAAAAAAAA1g/t5Z1p8JObWE/s200/apple+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it's all thanks to that video clip porky showed us during PW last year(: the one where steve jobs was doing his presentation of the new and updated apple products! haha. then i was like, cool... nice and sleek stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. for a long-time creative fan...thats a huge change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, honestly, i only proclaimed that i prefer creative cos it's a local brand.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(: ifeel as though iam jumping the iship(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SH2 life is disgusting. i'm piled up to my head with work. from like 4 different teachers who expect me to put THEIRs as NUMBER1 in my priority list.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow...i seem to recall all of them saying this exact same phrase:" &lt;maths/chem/econs&gt; is not like the other subjects&lt;bio&gt;. you need to start revising your work now!"&lt;br /&gt;or something along the line of trying to distinguish their subjects from the rest of the other subjects...&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.i'm a tad confused as to which to study first...or even start studying(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...CHINESE NEW YEAR. this brilliant year of my evil twin...&lt;br /&gt;has seen my two 'beloved' cousins turning ego and narcissistic. or maybe they always were! haha(:&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i finally mastered MAHJONG!!! okay, not quite, but at least i don't lose too badly and the only reason i lose is because somebody is holding my cards-.- and i learnt it all from observing my cousins play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather amusingly, my dad claims to be the best mahjong player(: among those in my family who play lah. ibelieve that the only reason he is the socalled best played is cos he's the only one who constantly moves his mouth during the entire game. AND then when everybody is distracted he'll GAME-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down the days! 14 more days to go! i'll be 18 soon! rather scary, exciting, all the cliche adjectives that you can think of, and rather relieved. relieved because i've managed to live to this age, relieved because i've managed to preserve my innocence to this age(i don't smoke, do drugs), relieved because at this age i'm still holding on to the creator in the days of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahh,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, being 18 is like a huge relief for me. you know, 18 is kinda like the in-between age? between 16 and 21? i'm not sure if i've said this before, but at age 16, you get more freedom. at age 18, you get a little more freedom, but a whole lot more responsibility. at age 21 you get a whole lot more freedom and full responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;so, 18 is like neither here nor there. but i shall enjoy my 18th year of birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 sounds so old. i remember being young and thinking that 12 was like really old. then i reached my 12th birthday and suddenly 12 didn't seem very old to me. 16 seemed old and matured. then i turned 16 and suddenly 16 wasn't that old and matured, 18 was! and now i'm turning 18. am i old and matured? perhaps. but being old-er and more matured is relative. to a 12 year old kid, duh, i'm matured and OLD. but to a 30 year old?&lt;br /&gt;"kid, you've got much to learn and grow up to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that as i grow older, i'll grow wiser as well.&lt;br /&gt;to grow in wisdom and stature. being 18 is no joke. like my dad says, it's not so much freedom that you should yearn for, but independance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a stark difference! freedom is the ability to go ahead and do whatever you like, whenever. but independance is the ability to know what is best for yourself and doing it. it's knowing how to use your freedom with responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was small, i used to tell my dad that i didn't have enough freedom.&lt;br /&gt;now, i want to be independant. i want my parents to be able to trust me to do what i should be doing when i should be doing it. i want to know myself well enough to know that i will not abuse the trust that they have in me. i want to be independant to make the right decisions for myself, the decisions that will make my parents smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be independant, i need God.&lt;br /&gt;this is my wish for my 18th birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6915500618274909032?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6915500618274909032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6915500618274909032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6915500618274909032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6915500618274909032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-of-apple.html' title='The year of the Apple(:'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SYPx5BWp4PI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/-eSoGZr-M90/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-398227400827043924</id><published>2009-01-26T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:04:27.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET HIS FACE OFF! PLEASE(:</title><content type='html'>changed the skin. but now i have a problem! theres this weird guy's face at the corner of every post. and DUH thats not me. and DUH i want to change it. but, i dunno how to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, any tips anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck. i don't like the guys face. no offense meant whoever he is! it's just that... my blog, your face? no link(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-398227400827043924?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/398227400827043924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=398227400827043924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/398227400827043924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/398227400827043924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-blues-reds.html' title='GET HIS FACE OFF! PLEASE(:'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-6048696522920720013</id><published>2009-01-15T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:02:35.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a self-confessed tech-noob. hence i have no idea what will make my words look bigger and more spaced out(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really hope this looks better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but then again, it may not! hahaha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the first week of school has gone by so quickly! and i'm already so busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll prob have no problem keeping to the one post fortnightly promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;there's simply no time! so many things and people demand my time and attention. sometimes i just feel so cornered...but that kind of feeling is quite nice. it's better than feeling restless, anyway(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank God that this year i have nice teachers! mostly...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;we have a really really nice CT, whos almost on par with NANA(:their enthusiasm is simply infectious. my lessons are filled with serious copying and even more serious laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall do a step-by-step guide for laughing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;#1: find something funny (for sonia it's the GL, for yj and me, it's HER(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;#2: take in a deep breath. but not too deep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;#3: expel the air in short, cut up breaths. like.. HA!!!HA!!!HA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;#4: double into uncontrollable laughter(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;#5: Repeat step 1 again. or, you could choose the very same item! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;happy laughing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry. eunice is high random and lame(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but seriously, I have been STUDYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6048696522920720013?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6048696522920720013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6048696522920720013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6048696522920720013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6048696522920720013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-self-confessed-tech-noob.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1226511449868175361</id><published>2009-01-01T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:18:25.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving, 2008</title><content type='html'>this is the first post of the first day of 2009!&lt;br /&gt;countdown this year was quite low-key, but still, spending time with lovely funny people like debbiecharlotteclaudia really made me enjoy myself(:&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the rest of the youths...when every body learnt how bad eunice's maths has become by playing 'catch the mouse ah'(: seriously, why can't we use CALCULATORS! so much more efficient:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 2008 is over, and i'm really thankful for the way GOD has worked in my life. Therefore, it is imperative that i count my blessings and name them one by one!&lt;br /&gt;1. For allowing my parents to give me my FIRST phone line:D&lt;br /&gt;2. For letting me get into NJ for pae&lt;br /&gt;3. For letting me STAY in NJ permanently even though 5 points was a risky kind of business.&lt;br /&gt;4. For giving me my O level results, however badly i think i did, i know the results came from HIM, and thus, i should still praise him!&lt;br /&gt;5. For giving me a WONDERFUL CLASS IN 08S17. it's amazing how in a school bursting with muggers, my class seems to be the ONE AND ONLY non-mugger class...not withstanding the fact that we may be at the bottom for half our subjects......but, seriously, there could never be another class that i want to be in!&lt;br /&gt;6. For giving me a wonderful friend called yunjie(: who has helped calm my hyperactivity down somewhat...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;7. For allowing me to go to ITALY with NJ choir this year.to say that it was a fun and fufilling trip would be the understatement of the year&lt;br /&gt;8. For allowing me to get into NJCHOIR in the first place, even after i kinda talked nonsense for my interview with ms lim! she asked me: "so, is NJchoir your first choice CCA". and the brilliant and brave eunice replied "NO.....but if i get in, i wouldn't consider other CCAs". Sonia about killed me for my answer, but...thank God it all worked out!&lt;br /&gt;9. For giving me ALLICIA as my wonderful room partner! i don't think i would have enjoyed myself as much if we weren't! i think she kinda tamed my wild and active imagination toooo(:&lt;br /&gt;10. For providing me with the best bunch of friends a girl could ever have in Fruit Basket. truly we have stuck together through thick and thin, even when some people were not exactly pleased with our 'exclusiveness'.... laughter and watermelons definitely have done their part in holding us together, but i'd like to think it was GOd who gave us the strength to carry on(:&lt;br /&gt;11.Thank God for my not-so-great CT results, which kinda poked me a bit out of slacky state(:&lt;br /&gt;12. Thank God for the china trip, where i truly experienced the joy of worshipping , in a country where certain restrictions may be in place. i'm not at liberty i think to discuss further about this cos of the situation, but God definitely touched my life there, big time!&lt;br /&gt;13. Thank God for the opportunity to serve in the children camp where i learnt that HE is sufficient and he is all that i need.&lt;br /&gt;14. Thank God for giving me a wonderful chem teacher! who rescued me from a TERRIBLE STATE OF BLURNESS!&lt;br /&gt;15. Thank God for seeing me through taking care of the CAAL programme...i think the admin work that i did for CAAL is something i could NEVER have done in ten thousand years had it not been for God who guided me. and even then, my own lazy procrastinative self showed through(:&lt;br /&gt;16. Thank God for placing sylvia and alvin in my lives as leaders and mentors of the p5p6 ministry people.they are people God has been using to show me the way to live my life!&lt;br /&gt;17. Thank God for giving me patience as a handle my bunch of rowdy and hyper p5 girls. i highly doubt i'd be able to be so nice to them if God wasn't always reminding me to love and cherish them! i have this one chance to impact their lives and i will make full use of it!&lt;br /&gt;18. Thank God for untip kel diana who have been great mentors to me this year. i thank God everyday for these people who have invested so much time and energy in me and are committed to see me grow!&lt;br /&gt;19. Thank God for jun and debbie, my church buddies! we believe that God is at work in our friendship and this friendship has strengthen and built me(:&lt;br /&gt;20. Thank God for sparkers! For working through them to show me love.&lt;br /&gt;21. Thank God for touching me during church camp, and for showing me how it is as individuals that we build the church up.thank you God for restoring to me that joy of knowing you and pressing on me the need to reach out to my non-believing friends, who i really really do not want to see on the other side of heaven when eternity begins.&lt;br /&gt;22.Thank God for my church camp roommates who are my best buddies in church; debbie charlotte claudia(:&lt;br /&gt;23. Thank God for answering prayer so that wenxin can go to church camp and we wouldn't have to resort to the extreme measures we almost wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;24. Thank God for blessing me with a happy family! for parents who believe strongly in what they are doing and doing what they believe is in my best interests. even though i'm not exactly the most appreciative person of their sometimes strange opinions, i thank God for sheltering me with this canopy of love. yes dad, STRANGE. i know you're reading over my shoulder. if you wanted to be more inconspicuous, you don't have to correct all my grammer and vocab!!!&lt;br /&gt;25. for my 2 sisters for filling the world as i know it with more interesting things than if i were an only child. however annoying and disturbing they may be, the house would be entirely different without their noise, laughter and sulks(: you guys are LoVeD(:&lt;br /&gt;26. Thank God a million times for my godparents(: There are no 2 people more dear to me in the world( apart from my own biological parents) and i am really grateful to God for providing them for me! They have included me and my sisters in almost every one of their family outings and are a great blessing to me, helping my parents take care of us and treating the 3 of us like one of their own! They are a set of role models for me, with their hearts big enough to envelope 3 more daughters(:&lt;br /&gt;27. Thank God for shana and joel my god sibs(:they have really made my world colourful beyond description with their antics and enthusiasm for life!&lt;br /&gt;28. Thank God for 2008... i wanted to have 2008 thanksgiving items, but my mum suggested, or rather HINTED that people wouldn't want to read so many words of mine. Hence, i'm stopping at 28. it's just missing 2 zeroes in the centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:::::My goals for 2009:::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-to be found faithful in little, so that God will give me much to be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-to pass my piano g8 exam with flying colours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-to do better and better in my exams, peaking at A's and not at prelims:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-to build strong friendships that can weather storms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-to give the p5, now p6 girls more of my time and focus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-to only blog once in 2 weeks MAX! so that i won't be so distracted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-to SAVE money so that next year end dec will not find me as broke as this year end did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009, here i come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1226511449868175361?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1226511449868175361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1226511449868175361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1226511449868175361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1226511449868175361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='thanksgiving, 2008'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3977339666695406392</id><published>2008-12-29T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:29:02.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA(: many random photos that will tell of my very busy hectic week before and during christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihdFWItoI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/k9QmvNu1o3U/s1600-h/church+thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151683742578306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihdFWItoI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/k9QmvNu1o3U/s200/church+thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; thanksgiving 2008: we all dressed up except for UNTIP(: who complained that we didn't tell her that we were going to dress up to take photos(: poor crazy auntie! we still love you the same in your colourful striped shirt! hahaha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, and i'm the one in the blue bubble dress and my beloved BOOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihch6w9zI/AAAAAAAAAzI/XI62B7Nyr_M/s1600-h/christmas3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151674232534834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihch6w9zI/AAAAAAAAAzI/XI62B7Nyr_M/s200/christmas3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;christmas 2008: the first generation of sparkers, or rather, the younger gen who want to take a photo without the oldies! i looked like keira knightley from pirates! except obviously i don't have her stunning good looks(: or exotic features. but i like myself just the way i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihcR0AG8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/dyRjVSLd9X0/s1600-h/christmas2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151669909199810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihcR0AG8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/dyRjVSLd9X0/s200/christmas2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; christmas 2008: this is sparkers with the older gen(: if you can't tell who they are...they are the 3 lovely ladies infront who could actually pass off as one of our age, not in terms of their looks (duh)but in terms of their youthful spirit and attitude! pity the camera doesn't capture that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihcanxfMI/AAAAAAAAAy4/bSGkEl5ZF-A/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151672273829058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihcanxfMI/AAAAAAAAAy4/bSGkEl5ZF-A/s200/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;christmas 2008: the young ones again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vic, me, JUN, DEBBIE, audrey,bel,wenx,angela,jeanette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285155623396946034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVilCZs7sHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/8w7G1986YAI/s200/me+and+bel" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas 2008: bel and me both in white and brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihb0GAVXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/L1y1BFXyk6I/s1600-h/njc+carolling+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151661931648370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihb0GAVXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/L1y1BFXyk6I/s200/njc+carolling+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; CAROLLING 2008: thats was really really fun and cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;erm...shall elaborate another time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm, ahem, double checking my math answers from km...if you know what that means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285155642588429970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVilDhMifpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/fkFmxSdnyqA/s200/PC220054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's birthday! at swensons... this is before eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285155642021116354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVilDfFR-cI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Dn8MgmUPP4w/s200/PC220080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is after the meal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall do my thanksgiving post another time. the call of maths homework beckons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JL will be SO proud of me-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3977339666695406392?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3977339666695406392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3977339666695406392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3977339666695406392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3977339666695406392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-many-random-photos-that-will-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVihdFWItoI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/k9QmvNu1o3U/s72-c/church+thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-4256356094115753681</id><published>2008-12-24T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:58:43.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEH(: will continue the updating process another time&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, you guys can figure out whats in each picture yourself!&lt;br /&gt;theres more pictures though!&lt;br /&gt;hahah(:&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfxaZOGII/AAAAAAAAAyo/Fcuj2XGWmu0/s1600-h/PC130393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283601721594878082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfxaZOGII/AAAAAAAAAyo/Fcuj2XGWmu0/s200/PC130393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfxAxeuhI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aHfvKjoSaM0/s1600-h/PC130384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283601714717309458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfxAxeuhI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aHfvKjoSaM0/s200/PC130384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfwbO2hRI/AAAAAAAAAyY/yCNkHjbkmr4/s1600-h/PC130380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283601704639956242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfwbO2hRI/AAAAAAAAAyY/yCNkHjbkmr4/s200/PC130380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfv1IfRWI/AAAAAAAAAyI/MiowYiigOHA/s1600-h/PC130314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283601694412719458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfv1IfRWI/AAAAAAAAAyI/MiowYiigOHA/s200/PC130314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfwOBElLI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sw7QsX49M2A/s1600-h/PC130315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283601701092496562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfwOBElLI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/sw7QsX49M2A/s200/PC130315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdx0FLWwI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4FxwxFB_1YM/s1600-h/PC140403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283599529466878722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdx0FLWwI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4FxwxFB_1YM/s200/PC140403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdw84o8RI/AAAAAAAAAxw/QZUbSm4V4iI/s1600-h/PC140079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283599514650341650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdw84o8RI/AAAAAAAAAxw/QZUbSm4V4iI/s200/PC140079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdwq2yQjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Ll0cSUtwSNo/s1600-h/PC140087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283599509810725426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdwq2yQjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Ll0cSUtwSNo/s200/PC140087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdxakDiXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/trTS3UhS_ZA/s1600-h/PC140458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283599522617067890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdxakDiXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/trTS3UhS_ZA/s200/PC140458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdwkIkY6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/KYLXvzpMSSM/s1600-h/PC140102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283599508006265762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMdwkIkY6I/AAAAAAAAAxg/KYLXvzpMSSM/s200/PC140102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcJhyNGnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/J6etfT_IEmU/s1600-h/PC140186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283597737849068146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcJhyNGnI/AAAAAAAAAxY/J6etfT_IEmU/s200/PC140186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcJYtVOzI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xnvUh7B5LzQ/s1600-h/PC140188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283597735412710194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcJYtVOzI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xnvUh7B5LzQ/s200/PC140188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcIteZIbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/9zfkXswSyXw/s1600-h/PC140526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283597723807326642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcIteZIbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/9zfkXswSyXw/s200/PC140526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcIVhXR9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/zUlkgoA0fiI/s1600-h/PC140571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283597717377337298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMcIVhXR9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/zUlkgoA0fiI/s200/PC140571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283592609647558434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMXfBvr_yI/AAAAAAAAAvw/HqkzyB8J-bc/s200/PC140573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4256356094115753681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4256356094115753681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/12/heh-will-continue-updating-process.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SVMfxaZOGII/AAAAAAAAAyo/Fcuj2XGWmu0/s72-c/PC130393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-2111723887400589425</id><published>2008-12-22T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:46:36.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing: photos</title><content type='html'>somehow! blogger! doesn't! let! me! upload! my! photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes! &lt;thats&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from sunway, had a wonderful time eating and playing and eating and playing with the teohhhhss&lt;br /&gt;took like 700 plus plus plus photos, all of which i am unable to upload, due entirely to NO fault of mine. its either 1, bill gate's fault, 2 mr blogger's fault, or 3 the fujitsu people's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to 2 theme parks, 1 indoor and 1 outdoor(:&lt;br /&gt;cosmo's world and sunway lagoon...i actually sat the 360 rollercoster, just to make my dad stop bugging me for being a scaredy cat. which, for your information, I am not! at sunway, did the 360 viking, which was really scary cos they suspend you in mid-air, with a long long long pause, before you come crashing down. yeah, so it was like, "when are we going downnnnnn??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did this tomahawk thing, that also revolves you around 360 degrees...almost fell out of my seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cosmos, we went to the haunted house, and i think it's a total psycology thing, cos i was screaming the whole time and they weren't even allowed to touch me! but it was the set up lah that freaked me out. the way the guide kept laughing manically... elaine and I kept yelling and dragging our feet(: it's the environment! not us! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate like really really good food! we ate dim sum on the first day, sushi buffet, turkish kebab, cantonese restaurant, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had the time of my life, though i did miss all those back in Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2111723887400589425?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2111723887400589425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2111723887400589425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2111723887400589425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2111723887400589425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-photos.html' title='missing: photos'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4606603654092213634</id><published>2008-12-09T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:45:11.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>techno noob</title><content type='html'>I'm still fiddling about with things.&lt;br /&gt;i think i ought to take a java script course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. leaving for sunway lagoon, malaysia soon!&lt;br /&gt;SO. don't try to call me from the 12th to the 16th(:&lt;br /&gt;messages will be welcomed though, tells me that there are still people thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4606603654092213634?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4606603654092213634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4606603654092213634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4606603654092213634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4606603654092213634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/12/techno-noob.html' title='techno noob'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-5318941355233123304</id><published>2008-12-09T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:11:31.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems seem to find me</title><content type='html'>there's something dreadfully wrong either with blogger, blogskins, my computer or my techno skills&lt;br /&gt;as such, ALL skins that i try to change has like the bottom part ripped off&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;either that, or it's like totally &lt;em&gt;senget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i'm stuck with this for the present moment till i can actually use blogger again.&lt;br /&gt;when i finally get over being angry with the thing.&lt;br /&gt;at least it's green.&lt;br /&gt;although matthew claims the blogger custom one looks better-.-&lt;br /&gt;i violently disagree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-5318941355233123304?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/5318941355233123304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=5318941355233123304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5318941355233123304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5318941355233123304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/12/problems-seem-to-find-me.html' title='problems seem to find me'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4425779196209852904</id><published>2008-12-08T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:02:15.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the prodigal child returns</title><content type='html'>I'm back from an extremely relaxing trip in batam(:&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that the only photos i have are of me on the first day...&lt;br /&gt;when i was still staying with my family&lt;br /&gt;and i was still near my camera loving sister.&lt;br /&gt;then when i moved in with debbie charlotte claudia, the photos stopped!&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe uncle yoong huat has some more photos of me&lt;br /&gt;but, well, they're with himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/ST0WPsGUr3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/gCT0sv5hJYI/s1600-h/PC050050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277398797139619698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/ST0WPsGUr3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/gCT0sv5hJYI/s200/PC050050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me with a lovely CHOCOLATE donut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/ST0WPI-tD-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/rz0091s5lVc/s1600-h/PC050049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277398787712421858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/ST0WPI-tD-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/rz0091s5lVc/s200/PC050049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and elaine.hmm.maybe we DO look alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/ST0WOi3dn-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/Bdyr4g5_f38/s1600-h/PC040025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277398777481502690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/ST0WOi3dn-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/Bdyr4g5_f38/s200/PC040025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; advanced party in the CROWDED mini van&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am, Oh God    I bring this sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my open heart             I offer up my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look to You, Lord Your love that never ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Restores me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I lift my eyes to you, Lord In Your strength will I break through, Lord Touch me now, let your love fall down on me And I will be complete in You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am, Oh God    I bring this sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;my open heart             I offer up my life.&lt;br /&gt;I look to You, Lord Your love that never ends&lt;br /&gt;Restores me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I lift my eyes to you Lord And by faith, I will walk on, Lord. Then I'll see beyond my calvary one day, And I will be complete in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this song really really really touched me during the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after uncle chee meng's message...which perhaps played a part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you could use one word to describe my feelings before i went to the camp, it would be 'lonely'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i felt so alone and empty, like God left me or something, although i know it's not it, but thats the way i felt, like really really low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the message was a God sent. seriously, somehow in the pessimisticness of the whole message i felt, hey, there are people who actually understand what i'm going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God actually wants to restore me back to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he still wants me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i'm so awed by his grace to me, throughout the entire year of 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;many other fun things happened during the camp silly stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like the time i rambled rubbish to debbie before sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or the time in the pool games when angela and i spent the entire time laughing at the adults trying to dunk each other and fighting in the pool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or the time when claudia asked us if the theme of the camp was 'apiece and bull' (by the way, it was arise and build)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the camp made me realise, how i long for christian friends, close bosom friends who share the same beliefs as me. people whom i can confide in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i mean, i love my school friends, but i need some one to walk my spiritual walk with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4425779196209852904?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4425779196209852904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4425779196209852904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4425779196209852904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4425779196209852904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/12/prodigal-child-returns.html' title='the prodigal child returns'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/ST0WPsGUr3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/gCT0sv5hJYI/s72-c/PC050050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-6657720273467543179</id><published>2008-12-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:05:52.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink-gross is an understatement</title><content type='html'>seriously, i'm considering camping out in the gorgeously yellow study room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i chose the yellow, and my sister's chose the pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i reminded them upteen times, you can choose whatvever colour, i don't really care, as long, as it is NOT pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? they chose SCARLET. which turns out to be a particular shade of PPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously going to pull my hair out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice will be away from 3rd to 8th in batam(: for church camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't miss me too much(:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i know thats too difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she'll be off AGAIN to msia from 12th to 16th(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to buy some cool clothes and play some theme park fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6657720273467543179?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6657720273467543179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6657720273467543179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6657720273467543179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6657720273467543179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink-gross-is-understatement.html' title='pink-gross is an understatement'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-573969685078206222</id><published>2008-11-30T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:07:51.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over the edge</title><content type='html'>choir camp was seriously draining every single cell of my brain&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i can honestly say that i throughly enjoyed myself(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of an escape from the crazy situation at home...where i have just been crowned 'the laziest pig'. cos my sisters claim i've done the least clearing up work-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;elaine&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. but that's cos, i'm a BUSY person. anyway, even if iwere to put in my effort, they would prob have to redo the entire area again...which was what happened last night....when i attempted to help out. and failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIKES! they said my room is to be PINK. what happeneddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being chased away now by 2 irritating time-keepers-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-573969685078206222?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/573969685078206222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=573969685078206222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/573969685078206222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/573969685078206222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-edge.html' title='over the edge'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4010150064577064339</id><published>2008-11-19T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:26:20.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dropping out my battery</title><content type='html'>haha(:&lt;br /&gt;wanted to put up some long forgotten pictures. BUT the battery of this weird fujitsu laptop goes down like way way way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fujitsu people! do you hear me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4010150064577064339?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4010150064577064339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4010150064577064339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4010150064577064339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4010150064577064339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/dropping-out-my-battery.html' title='dropping out my battery'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1857818283360932582</id><published>2008-11-18T16:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:00:35.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy, Messy, MESSY!</title><content type='html'>MY house looks like a warzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to packing. an unsurmountably impossible task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1857818283360932582?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1857818283360932582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1857818283360932582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1857818283360932582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1857818283360932582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/messy-messy-messy.html' title='Messy, Messy, MESSY!'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3725618507388480896</id><published>2008-11-16T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:18:51.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In moderate portions</title><content type='html'>Like i even know what i'm doing here.&lt;br /&gt;you know how it's like. it's the holidays! you want to relax.&lt;br /&gt;but at the back of your mind lingers the thought that, MAN! i have homeworl to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK. i hate that word. I hate it, hate it, hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(: the typical student in me is screaming.&lt;br /&gt;no no, but eunice is not typical. she thrives on being different.&lt;br /&gt;and hence, she's going to start her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好的开始，是成功的一半！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. my chinese computer thing is working! haha. let me attempt to conversate in chinese(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个假期，我希望自己可以作一点有用的事！&lt;br /&gt;既然已经下定决心了，我是不会那么容易放弃！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay, no head no tail. I can't really tell what that was al about(:&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a future as a translator! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior's farewell is coming soon. oh, the STRESS of it all!&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the clock ticking and mocking me. it's like telling me:" you have no time, you have no time!"&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, this year has been a most delightful year, thanks to al my friends and classmates.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think everyone in stone17 knows that if not for the class, NJ would be the most dull and boring place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;well, the fact is, it IS dull and boring,&lt;br /&gt;but at least, we have each other to gripe and complain about it!&lt;br /&gt;haha. and we're not the class that rushes off to mugg. and for that, i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is thinking. she is thinking that the world would be a better place if everyone would just be less selfish. including herself. i guess we can't help but be selfish. but if only we could try to put others ahead, just considering others by a bit, it would really make the  world a friendlier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only, we could all smile at the stranger that we walk past, instead of living in our own private cocoon, the world would smell even sweeter(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a whole lot of Ifs. but the planet is like on this road to disaster, cos we haven't been doing these things. and i'm afraid that even if we were to start today, it might be a bit too late to save the world we call our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like what i wrote for the essay  MK asked us to write: the world in 50 years time.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT WORLD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, would there still be a world in 50 years time? if so, what kind of horrid place would it be?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being pessimistic, i guess when we come face to face with reality, we can choose 2 paths to take. either we be falsely optimistic and keep on believing that everything will turn out just fine, or we accept God's punishment for a sinful and disaster-bound world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, I'm  not giving up hope! I'm merely stating what i believe to be true. and if i know all these, so what? am i going to give up on life? hello, no way! I believe we should live to the fullest. to the best. to impact this world, even if we know that the destiny is not going to change, we can at least try to make things a bit better. we can at least enjoy the earth that God has given us, until it's time for him to take it back. than we know that his plan hasbeen fufilled. and if his plan is fufilled, than we have no doubt that it must be a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, do we trust him that he knows whats best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for class BBQ! bong bong! faster plan(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3725618507388480896?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3725618507388480896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3725618507388480896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3725618507388480896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3725618507388480896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-moderate-portions.html' title='In moderate portions'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-5860317296539601467</id><published>2008-11-10T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:17:39.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoble, Infamous, Irresistable.</title><content type='html'>I need something useful to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who actually have heard me gripe about this, I'm a person-in-action kind. I NEED TO HAVE SOMETHING USEFUL TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!or at least, something to do. restlessness is not my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of buddies, yunjie has just flown the coop to vietnam! The land of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;no, wait. that's thailand. i've never professed to be a geog expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. I feel like i'm wasting my time, when i could be out there saving the world or somethign.&lt;br /&gt;or at least find something useful to do, which totally does not include HOUSEHOLD CHORES!&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn dancing(: like some cool exotic dance. like the flamenco. unfortunately, coaches and instructors are rare in singapore. though allicia has agreed to go with me, ONCE i've found a trainer-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that in itself is a difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn a language too...maybe i should pick up on the hebrew that I've been procrastinating. Unfortunately, i get bored easily. and language study requires a whole chunk of patience which... no, i'm not going to say i don't have it. all i'm goin to say is that it is still being developed in me. like, 'eunice the patient' under progress kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should fill my time with choir stuff....NAH. I'm ALREADY filling my time with choir stuff.. it's like taken control of my hols. "hey eunice you wanna go out?" "nope, sorry got choir!"&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm not enjoying it. there must be something else i can do for a change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one totally bored person talking. and I have TWO MONTHS of holidays! that I do not want filled with HOMEWORK, REVISION, or HOUSEHOLD CHORES.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a bit won't hurt though. but i really should learn to relax....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-5860317296539601467?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/5860317296539601467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=5860317296539601467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5860317296539601467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5860317296539601467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/ignoble-infamous-irresistable.html' title='Ignoble, Infamous, Irresistable.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-2692819206811023144</id><published>2008-11-09T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:11:00.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we safe yet?</title><content type='html'>Just watched this really cool documentary about viruses and epidemics.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, after all the world has been through, we're still facing more and more problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, after salvaging the final bits of a disease or virus, suddenly, we find ourselves having to fight against something else that may be a hundred times more devastating and more destructive than what we have just eradicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes people stop and think, when will this all end? when will we finally be safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, not ever, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite glad that Obama won. Only thing i'm afraid is that the higher the hopes, the greater the disappointment. While I'm pretty sure that he is a fresh breath of air to the Americans, I guess we can only know for sure if he is more beneficial than his predecessor, in a few years time, when his policies actually come into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. this is a pretty serious post.&lt;br /&gt;as my mum would say, one of my 'essays'. but then again, everyone has their serious days when they take stock of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I can't voice out my opinions due to the missing four teeth in my mouth, I have a lot more time on my hands to think(:&lt;br /&gt;that probably accounts for this almost meditative spirit of mine, on world issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis' O levels are almost over. Can't believe that not too long ago,I was taking my O levels too.&lt;br /&gt;This year has really gone by, way way way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really ready for 2009, but I guess I'll have to be, since it's coming, whether I'm ready or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I'm proud to say that the gunners have fought with the men of United, and have PREVAILED! hahaha(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2692819206811023144?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2692819206811023144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2692819206811023144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2692819206811023144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2692819206811023144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-we-safe-yet.html' title='Are we safe yet?'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3340481066933705792</id><published>2008-11-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:48:52.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone, Gestate, Gemuck.</title><content type='html'>my four wisdom teeth are GONE! I shall continue to add on to my previous post(:&lt;br /&gt;changed my mind. too lazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3340481066933705792?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3340481066933705792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3340481066933705792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3340481066933705792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3340481066933705792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/gone-gestate-gemuck.html' title='Gone, Gestate, Gemuck.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4131023371422232086</id><published>2008-11-05T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:19:43.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escalated, Enchanted, Eulogy.</title><content type='html'>Humans are so complex. Life is such a puzzle. When we think we know the world, we find that all we really know is but a drop in a vast ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I'm extremely thankful that my life is in God's hand.&lt;br /&gt;I have this distinct impression that should I be the one in control of my life, it would definitely be in one huge mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo, even though the emo bug is going around again(:&lt;br /&gt;I have the pesticide against it- sonia yap, who will so totally smack me hard if i ever turn emo.&lt;br /&gt;No, eunice the happy-go-lucky girl is just being PENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;there is a distinct difference, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year is coming to an end, perhaps thats the reason behind the pensivity...&lt;br /&gt;it's like towards the end of the year, there is always the season for thanksgiving, for regrets, for dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, it's cause i'm going for my surgery on friday, and I'm scared something goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, it's because i'm an extorvert by personality... so, I depend a lot on people to derive my energy. as the personality test thing says-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my 'dues', whatever you want to call it. These are the people who have made 2008 SUCH a fun and memorable year...and these are the people who are an important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my family...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt;, for being my pillar of support, even though the support was not shown in the ways I wanted to see, I know that she always has my best interests at heart, and I need to trust that God will guide her as to how best to raise us kids.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;dad&lt;/strong&gt;, for being so available to talk to me, and for making me feel important and loved and well cared for. I'll always remember the afternoon jogs, not just for the exercise that we had, but also for the invaluable life lessons dispensed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;sis, Elaine&lt;/strong&gt;. for being so sensitive to people around her and the things that are happening, and for not being hesitant about pointing out to me mistakes in my life, and areas that I could have been more tactful in. I've learnt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;sis, Emily&lt;/strong&gt;. for being the adorable but annoying child to spruce up our lives. for always being so ready with affection, even on days when I am the hardest to love, you always have the right dose of love to dispense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;sparkers sistas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untip,&lt;/strong&gt; for loving us as your own daughters and having the courage to roll around the floor laughing as though you were twenty years younger. and we know that in your heart and ours, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana,&lt;/strong&gt; for being there as a listening ear, and as the matured older sister who knows whats right to do and isn't afraid to tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kel,&lt;/strong&gt; for working your way into our hearts, and for showing us how we are capable of loving and caring for others, putting their needs above our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela, Audrey, Bel&lt;/strong&gt;, (sorry I'm lumping you guys together) for being so nice and open, even though i know it's difficult to step out of your comfort zones, you guys make me feel welcomed(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wenx,&lt;/strong&gt; for being the best call-on-the-phone person I can ever find. for the long sporadic talks we have over the phone, even though it's not really very often(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debbie&lt;/strong&gt;, for being comfortable enough to be yourself and to be that quiet calm partner of mine who is rational during the times I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jun&lt;/strong&gt;, for welcoming my 'intrusion' into your life(: for opening up to me and allowing me to be your friend, when it could have been so easy to retreat into a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeanette and Vic&lt;/strong&gt;, for being so hardworking and yet still coming for SS lessons, and still managing to sneak in periods of studying(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my &lt;em&gt;FB mates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarissa,&lt;/strong&gt; for taking 852 with me, even though you don't actually have to wait. for loving Mcfly and being so totally uninhabited in your 'singing'. If i may call it that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice2&lt;/strong&gt;, my beloved evil twin, for being so honest with me all the time, for cheering me up when i am down, and for letting me cheer you up when you are down. for always giving a hug, whenever i need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt;. for letting us call you 'MIKEL' until we forgot what your real name was. for being the official 'downloader' of our group(:for being so smart even though you don't really study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allicia,&lt;/strong&gt; for being so open with me, sharing with me your thoughts and feelings, even though I'm rushing around most of the time and don't have time to hear you out, you still have time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChienSiang&lt;/strong&gt;, for trying not to emo most of the time when FB goes out(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HaoCheng&lt;/strong&gt;, for LEAVING us and going to america.get on the next plane back man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;, for singing all those Korean, or was it jap songs that i totally don't understand, and then for totally understanding when i stare blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonia&lt;/strong&gt;, for being such a brilliant friend, not only in FB, but also in S17. for listening to all my problems and for guessing whatever I want to say even before I say it. For singing all our sentences and for completing the trio that makes me love coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/strong&gt;, for encouraging me with your very presence! your aura just totally calms me down(: you've been a great support, and your faithfulness is simply wonderful, for lack of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dian Feng&lt;/strong&gt;, for kidding around, for always having something funny to say, even if you don't realise how funny it is. and for not realising that whenever you say that something is funny, it never really is. oh, and for being more of a girl than most girls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eugene&lt;/strong&gt;, for always reminding me how serious this world actually is, and that a food shortage that could be on the horizon is going to severely affect all of us. and for being the customary mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;em&gt;08S17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERM. i just realised that my class has a lot of people. TOO MANY. I'll write some, and then i'll fill in the rest at a later time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yunjie,&lt;/strong&gt; for being the one who understands my issues, for always teasing me, but knowing just when to back off. for the looks we give each other, before we burst into laughter, knowing exactly what the other person is thinking about.for being the final puzzle piece in the trio that always makes my day a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeaness,&lt;/strong&gt; for not knowing that you can get a little louder than normal people until rehearsing for OP, for playing 'barber' so many times it's stuck in my head(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nana&lt;/strong&gt;, for being the lovable bundle of energy you are, and yet, unusually calm enough to grouse with me about certain members of our teaching staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suenli&lt;/strong&gt;, for being the mascot of NJ117 and not complaining, and still being so nice to everyone, even those you don't really like. and for showing us that it is possible to like everyone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jadeng,&lt;/strong&gt; for being my GG, the girls with the good genes, and taking everything that life throws at you in your stride. atta girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt;, my obnoxious brother, for being there to laugh at me and with me. and for being the obnoxious brother you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. this woman is a bit tired. shall carry on with our class another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the jieminites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yichan&lt;/strong&gt;, for being the bestest friend i could ask for even through what, 10 years of friendship? for understanding when i go MIA for long random periods. and then calling to wake you up from your slumber during sporadic moments of the year.for being all these, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nette,&lt;/strong&gt; for being the superb organiser, the one with all the ideas, and the energy to put them into action(: thanks to you, i'm still in contact with the rest(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiemin,&lt;/strong&gt; for letting me call you this even though the rest of the world is calling you jimmy. sorry, can't get used to it! hahah. and for being the other teetotaller in our group of drunks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WayeShyang&lt;/strong&gt;, for being always online, and always available for a nice chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joel&lt;/strong&gt;, for being so nice to us, even though I don't really know you very well. for insisting on watching the final minutes of the vball match even though i really had to get home, and then running across the bridge with me cos it was late(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other random friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. i'll finish this post another day. cos my mum wants me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doujiang, for being the best guy friend, a girl could ever ask for. not too gossipy, not too macho-ist. just nice.and for taking 852 with me, the long treacherous journey to and from school(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4131023371422232086?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4131023371422232086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4131023371422232086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4131023371422232086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4131023371422232086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/escalated-enchanted-eulogy.html' title='Escalated, Enchanted, Eulogy.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-420171244475311775</id><published>2008-11-03T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:21:49.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animated. Ancient. Appealing.</title><content type='html'>Deepavali's over! soon christmas will be HERE.&lt;br /&gt;soon, i'll be E.I.G.H.T.E.E.N! (: man, i feel so OLD.&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay. I'm &lt;em&gt;matured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a lovely deepavali holiday, with eunice2 and clarissa and sonia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;MUSEUM HOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cos Singapore Heritage Board had some sort of open day for all it's museums, so I thought it would be quite cool to go pay the relics at the National Museum a visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. clarissa was a bit more ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Why not go ALL lah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_.- yeah. so, we decided to trek the entire stretch of museums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;obviously, we failed. eventually, we only made it to 3 museums-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first stop, NATIONAL MUSEUM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;duh, must start with the biggest one what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, we reached there bright and early at NINE THIRTY in the MORNING ( it was a holiday!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, obviously we were too early. the museum opened at TEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but, there was a mini- queue of 'financially aware' people who like us were queuing up for the goody bag that they were giving away free(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think it was somewhere at this point in time that we had a mini 'argument'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;clarissa claims her shirt was purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, problem was, she was standing beside two people whose shirts were really striking PURPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually, the picture speaks a thousand words lah. but i can't upload it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well, short story. her shirt was GREY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. NMS was boring, i'll admit. Cause we were wandering around with an animated tour guide, what Eunice2 calls the 'mini-ipod'. cause it's like this weird electronic device that guides you around. and around. and around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rather tiring you know? oh but the interesting thing was seeing the old SCGS uniform. trust me, the current blue sleeveless ones are harmless by comparison(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;erm. no offense, SCGS girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it doesn't apply if you're clarissa and sonia(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, then we tried to go to the stamp musuem, but we got lost along the way. so we ended up in front of the peranakan museum and went in(: that was rather interesting, a totally different culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we got out and tried to locate sonia. while finding her, i realised that we were actually just opposite the stamp museum in the first place-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, the 4 of us trooped to the stamp museum. which was pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;except that they were doing an exhibition on mouses, and the mouse among us got a wee bit too excited for her own good(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think stamps are fascinating. obviously a lot of little kids think like me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause they were overrunning the whole place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yupp. the day ended with LUNCH! haha. food is important, duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;watched HSM3 a few days ago. erm, how many ways can a person spell the word: BLAND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, it was a disappointment, cause sonia prepped me, and i kinda expected more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but the story line was dead. yeah, if anyone discovers life in the story line, tell me. cause that person deserves the nobel prize man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, i'll admit the dance and songs were pretty cool. but some songs were quite forgettable, i'm sorry! but it's trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hhaha. go ahead and glare at me, HSM fans, but i can't seem to appreciate the show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'd rather watch quantum of solace. ANYTIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, the sweet sweet smell of freedom is finally HERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm thinking YAY! over! PW is like GONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in fact, i'm in such a good mood, i'll blog in CHINESE(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;我们的演讲终于完了！好开心！你们羡慕吗？当然啦！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;很多有趣的事情发生。可是，我不能在这个大网络告诉大家.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay...computer acting up again! shucks. i really don't know what happened to the chinese function thing. oh well. it was probably a chore to read that anyway(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll miss NJ117. but i'm sure we'll enjoy our time together next year, as good friends in J2 than as PW mates in J1.the invaluable lessons we've learnt, plus the time we've spent at YJ's house, and the times we exploited the AHEMS electricity together, and finished half the food in sonia's house. oh, yeah, and working on the project too(: haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;those are lovely lovely memories that i'll cherish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then again,　it's over, and i'm glad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;praise God for helping me get through this rough period. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i couldn't have done it without your help(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-420171244475311775?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/420171244475311775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=420171244475311775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/420171244475311775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/420171244475311775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/11/animated-ancient-appealing.html' title='Animated. Ancient. Appealing.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3957812169030411784</id><published>2008-10-25T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:22:51.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscillate, Obsolete, Oxymoron</title><content type='html'>WHEE! PW is almost over. I can almost FEEL the freedom man!&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen our group's faces when we realised on friday that:&lt;br /&gt;WE DON'T HAVE TO GO TO YUNJIE'S HOUSE ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;not that her house isn't nice,&lt;br /&gt;but it does bring along with it a HEAP of reminders on how we have to RUSH to do PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, our brilliant, usually cheapskate school decides that we all need an excursion to OCS.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it does sound like something that they would do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet the whole thing was FOC lah:/&lt;br /&gt;So, our class of TWENTY girls and 1 STONE, 1 HIMBO, 1 erm DEREK ( sorry, couldn't think of how to classify him) went to a place where i doubt any of us will ever end up.&lt;br /&gt;but. it was fun, no doubt!&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY THE FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;i TOTALLY didn't expect that army food could taste this good.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess either all the horror stories are like way off tangent,&lt;br /&gt;or they just took out the best side of their lives to show off to us...&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing just scremed: PROPAGANDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. if it fills my stomach, propaganda or not, i'm ready to embrace it!&lt;br /&gt;the look that sonia gave me was simply CLASSIC.&lt;br /&gt;it was the " oh-my-i-could-eat-here-forever" kind of loook&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. basically, my class, the hungry ghouls of NJC&lt;br /&gt;FORGOT TO BRING SUFFICIENT FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;and that, was ALL we could talk about during the ENTIRE trip!&lt;br /&gt;It was like:' eh, i'm hungry leh'   'oops, my stomach just growled'    'my stomach very empty leh'&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminder to class: next time we go on an excursion, BRING ENOUGH FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temporary brain block! due to over-doing OP rehearsals(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3957812169030411784?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3957812169030411784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3957812169030411784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3957812169030411784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3957812169030411784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/10/oscillate-obsolete-oxymoron.html' title='Oscillate, Obsolete, Oxymoron'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-6547872243901102413</id><published>2008-10-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:58:26.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prominent. Precise. Pragmetic.</title><content type='html'>indeed, praise GOd from whom all blessings flow.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, promo results were better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;way better.&lt;br /&gt;and though my class is still languishing at the bottom of the cohort,&lt;br /&gt;we're catching up, people. just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to wait quite a bit of time though.&lt;br /&gt;17 has transformed (via conjugation?) from a bar-less class into a bar class&lt;br /&gt;we actually HAVE A BAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, our bar is still the shortest:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana and I have vowed that next year, CTs, we're gonna ACE BIO!&lt;br /&gt;we want to get an 'A'!&lt;br /&gt;a bit far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;but you should have seen the ferociousness on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;hhaha&lt;br /&gt;let's hope this won't be NATO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now, it's back to PW....&lt;br /&gt;which is a pathetic component of my otherwise happy and fufilled life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is currently in a state of bewilderment and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;she really thanks GOD that despite her sloppiness, HE did a miracle for her.&lt;br /&gt;and for that she is ultra-lly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;she promises to work extra hard for the next round.&lt;br /&gt;so as not to disappoint all those people who are supporting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI QIXUAN I KNOW YOU'RE READING MY BLOG&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TO SAY WHAT A LOVELY FRIEND YOU'VE BEEN TO ME ALL THESE YEARS&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ARE ACTUALLY ONLY 5 YEARS, SO I'M EXAGERATING&lt;br /&gt;BUT NONETHELESS. AFTER NOTTALKING TO EACH OTHER FOR LIKE 6 MONTHS,&lt;br /&gt;JUST TALKING TO YOU AGAIN, I WANT TO SAY I FIND NO GAP IN OUR FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;AND THESE KIND OF FRIENDSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;ARE THE STRONGEST:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6547872243901102413?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6547872243901102413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6547872243901102413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6547872243901102413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6547872243901102413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/10/prominent-precise-pragmetic.html' title='Prominent. Precise. Pragmetic.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-7171001309771966970</id><published>2008-10-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:53:53.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional. Enigmatic. Exceptional</title><content type='html'>Long awaited photos, from my GOLD. ahem. yellow, camera:)&lt;br /&gt;games day 2008 was fun. if you classify stoning as fun.&lt;br /&gt;which is typical of 08s17&lt;br /&gt;and we did the unprecedented.&lt;br /&gt;we took silly photos! plenty of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPOypt7jI/AAAAAAAAAks/WDhltS42b5U/s1600-h/PA030313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254661980768038450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPOypt7jI/AAAAAAAAAks/WDhltS42b5U/s200/PA030313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; those who actually turned up on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPZCgclI/AAAAAAAAAk0/R7ZCzK-LgeI/s1600-h/PA030314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254661991072559698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPZCgclI/AAAAAAAAAk0/R7ZCzK-LgeI/s200/PA030314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ness and yj, fascinated by the PINK camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPqUEOWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/l5FhWBSGYC4/s1600-h/PA030316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254661995709610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPqUEOWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/l5FhWBSGYC4/s200/PA030316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lame people taking picture of each other. but we were the only 2 smart ones who knew to bring their cameras.okay, plus suenli too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPu13-iI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mWOmMe9N7mI/s1600-h/PA030317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254661996925155874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPu13-iI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mWOmMe9N7mI/s200/PA030317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jump shot one: failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPxie2EI/AAAAAAAAAlM/DlAqeUVnMIs/s1600-h/PA030319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254661997649123394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPPxie2EI/AAAAAAAAAlM/DlAqeUVnMIs/s200/PA030319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jumpshot 2: successful, but just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLDZv89wI/AAAAAAAAAkE/UfHTZ2bnxfY/s1600-h/PA030301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657387058231042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLDZv89wI/AAAAAAAAAkE/UfHTZ2bnxfY/s200/PA030301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, yj and suenli. according to height-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with choir people to ADAMS ROAD HAWKER CENTRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLDWrBW2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1HrsTCXr3XY/s1600-h/PA030339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657386232240994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLDWrBW2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1HrsTCXr3XY/s200/PA030339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eugene and mikel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLDuExPpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/oGzLHmNKOAw/s1600-h/PA030338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657392514252434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLDuExPpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/oGzLHmNKOAw/s200/PA030338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ah long's wallet! HE took it. not me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLD8rU2KI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RELTiZ_PJO0/s1600-h/PA030336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657396434065570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLD8rU2KI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RELTiZ_PJO0/s200/PA030336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the foodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLEIHfCnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/9awaGTOjdfs/s1600-h/PA030335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657399504964210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxLEIHfCnI/AAAAAAAAAkk/9awaGTOjdfs/s200/PA030335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheryl going:" SHIOK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erm, as usual, due to blogger, photos are not in chronological order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0alPQwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jqxT9T21ukM/s1600-h/PA030296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254654930560434946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0alPQwI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jqxT9T21ukM/s200/PA030296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; games day layout: floorball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0dRTYoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/uLY0pKOuP-Y/s1600-h/PA030294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254654931282125442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0dRTYoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/uLY0pKOuP-Y/s200/PA030294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our shadow picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0hpP1lI/AAAAAAAAAjs/F6xxcF_cOxA/s1600-h/PA030298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254654932456298066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0hpP1lI/AAAAAAAAAjs/F6xxcF_cOxA/s200/PA030298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dolly and the ghost called nana, who was "SICK" on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0rzrtRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/s4rPYVEaRqI/s1600-h/PA030299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254654935184422162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0rzrtRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/s4rPYVEaRqI/s200/PA030299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; suenli and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0_LXOkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3wzWsZhjIxg/s1600-h/PA030304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254654940384016962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxI0_LXOkI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3wzWsZhjIxg/s200/PA030304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; suenli doing what our class does best: EAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more photos at class blog:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-7171001309771966970?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/7171001309771966970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=7171001309771966970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7171001309771966970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7171001309771966970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Emotional. Enigmatic. Exceptional'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOxPOypt7jI/AAAAAAAAAks/WDhltS42b5U/s72-c/PA030313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-1853677760810047108</id><published>2008-10-02T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:12:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unconventional. unexpected, unique.</title><content type='html'>somehow, because blogger puts the photos weirdly, you get a mess of photos that do not exactly tell the story like it should have been told. so here's the story of my 'mini-holiday' from the back, then to the middle, and then flying off to who knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSPKGPw3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/IrspV5TqNe0/s1600-h/PA010259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252554223271265138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSPKGPw3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/IrspV5TqNe0/s200/PA010259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily's birthday CAKE! it's chocolate(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSPX8UxgI/AAAAAAAAAic/CAgyRieb754/s1600-h/PA010270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252554226987746818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSPX8UxgI/AAAAAAAAAic/CAgyRieb754/s200/PA010270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; emily and shana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSPqbJOII/AAAAAAAAAik/rgy5qOQXMzE/s1600-h/PA010267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252554231948851330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSPqbJOII/AAAAAAAAAik/rgy5qOQXMzE/s200/PA010267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats not a cigar. it's a candle(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSP9PPEPI/AAAAAAAAAis/Jgg96nZ5Bqg/s1600-h/PA010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252554236999176434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSP9PPEPI/AAAAAAAAAis/Jgg96nZ5Bqg/s200/PA010245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my dad. stuffed from the food. i just realised that he removed his specs-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQeVw8jgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qmukoP1T0tk/s1600-h/PA010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552285077933570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQeVw8jgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/qmukoP1T0tk/s200/PA010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats. jos! the dog! haha. except that it's a BIT far a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQemKRM0I/AAAAAAAAAh0/hY4c06Ruq60/s1600-h/PA010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552289479111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQemKRM0I/AAAAAAAAAh0/hY4c06Ruq60/s200/PA010176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 tigers. michael, i really wonder what you're up to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQeyxIN_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/VcNNlv64eFE/s1600-h/PA010125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552292863326194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQeyxIN_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/VcNNlv64eFE/s200/PA010125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a really cute mousedeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just realised. i didn't mention(: we went to the ZOO for emily's birthday. yeah. the ZOO(: which explains the animals, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQe_IXIGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/WKjI3y_2Qdk/s1600-h/PA010211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552296181997666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQe_IXIGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/WKjI3y_2Qdk/s200/PA010211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the meercat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQfKrHgoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/M2moZTL4JsA/s1600-h/PA010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552299280564866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTQfKrHgoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/M2moZTL4JsA/s200/PA010216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a giraffe. haha. it's neck is like. long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOHYVTPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OsBtIuA4GdQ/s1600-h/PA010068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252550906827066610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOHYVTPI/AAAAAAAAAhE/OsBtIuA4GdQ/s200/PA010068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joel and me! on the tram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOd3HEaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qUz2JLS319g/s1600-h/PA010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252550912861737378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOd3HEaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/qUz2JLS319g/s200/PA010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the horse. ME! we're hardworking people man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOsD4rTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4cGRfzxQEoc/s1600-h/PA010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252550916673416498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOsD4rTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4cGRfzxQEoc/s200/PA010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOxxbMBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UwwzPIkoEJw/s1600-h/PA010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252550918206599186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPOxxbMBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UwwzPIkoEJw/s200/PA010102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my godpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPPD0eBsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/F3mBENEZ3vs/s1600-h/PA010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252550923051206338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTPPD0eBsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/F3mBENEZ3vs/s200/PA010174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lone tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNswku4wI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ewlUB6jIKMM/s1600-h/PA010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252549234257748738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNswku4wI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ewlUB6jIKMM/s200/PA010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SONIA! thats what they eat! and it's almost as much as what you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNtEdJanI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t-HitaPXTTg/s1600-h/PA010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252549239594642034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNtEdJanI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t-HitaPXTTg/s200/PA010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 llamas(: just like what NJ has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNteFGloI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gqF1eIvUu7A/s1600-h/PA010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252549246473115266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNteFGloI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gqF1eIvUu7A/s200/PA010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;gasp&gt;NJ choir's guilty of possessing an illegal ZOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNtrV0jQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ox8q0D1CMRE/s1600-h/PA010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252549250032897282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNtrV0jQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Ox8q0D1CMRE/s200/PA010050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shana drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNt0q9ieI/AAAAAAAAAg8/w4deXDdRf-8/s1600-h/PA010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252549252537485794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTNt0q9ieI/AAAAAAAAAg8/w4deXDdRf-8/s200/PA010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;ahem&gt; oh so hardworking horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMwomdesI/AAAAAAAAAf0/zkwpYVP3E4E/s1600-h/PA010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252548201325361858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMwomdesI/AAAAAAAAAf0/zkwpYVP3E4E/s200/PA010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was the closest to a cow that i saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMwhtvq9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/V4O4figfYTA/s1600-h/PA010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252548199476866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMwhtvq9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/V4O4figfYTA/s200/PA010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the first monkey of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMw7Eu7ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/8fyFsay03Ps/s1600-h/PA010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252548206284172690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMw7Eu7ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/8fyFsay03Ps/s200/PA010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it looks as curious, as erm. sonia when she sees food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMxHOEjcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/6kjAKMdL-64/s1600-h/PA010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252548209544564162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMxHOEjcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/6kjAKMdL-64/s200/PA010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; otters. swimming. duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMxCB9HTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lAG-Bn-_9Mk/s1600-h/PA010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252548208151567666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTMxCB9HTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lAG-Bn-_9Mk/s200/PA010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a polar bear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow, i think it's cruel to keep polar bears in Singapore. cos they're not used to the climate. and it's realy inhumane to keep them there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLAH BACK! to the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOHyxoWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jnFTrqA-r2g/s1600-h/PA010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252546508891464034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOHyxoWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jnFTrqA-r2g/s200/PA010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; joel, shana and me at MACS. this was one of me, still glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOLkkdTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ivZX4Ep4FFE/s1600-h/PA010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252546509905622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOLkkdTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ivZX4Ep4FFE/s200/PA010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is one of me. NOT glam anymore.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545610727613538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZ1305GI/AAAAAAAAAfE/IgFcHiBNk_g/s200/PA010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;even more, unglam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOVG5T6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/O68YoKezWiA/s1600-h/PA010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252546512465514402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOVG5T6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/O68YoKezWiA/s200/PA010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm. northpoint toilet. where else would elaine want to take photos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think you can see my restless face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOnym8vI/AAAAAAAAAfk/P9AmspoMgKo/s1600-h/PA010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252546517480698610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLOnym8vI/AAAAAAAAAfk/P9AmspoMgKo/s200/PA010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLO-SofGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vPB8ihUoROU/s1600-h/PA010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252546523520597090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTLO-SofGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vPB8ihUoROU/s200/PA010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and number 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, that day can be summed up in one sentence: EUNICE PREFERS HUMANS TO ANIMALS. i appreciate God's design of animals. HOWEVER. i'm more of a human-person. i, erm, don't really see the point of looking at an animal for more than 5 minutes. to me, they're just another part of GOd's nature, and i don't really understand why they must be kept in cages for our viewing pleasure. For food though... it's a different story(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacher's day, went out with the cedar people to taka. no. paragon. wit. i think we just went to orchard. call my behavior un-singaporean or whatever, but there's just too many buildings in orchard for me to remember their names. like that time when i went with the class to ajisen. then we passed by orchard. and erm, i called taka, paragon. ahh. i rather not know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZkNuWsI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZYaihgNVKNw/s1600-h/DSC05488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545605987621570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZkNuWsI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZYaihgNVKNw/s200/DSC05488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; toilet shot number ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZgbrq0I/AAAAAAAAAes/pc2GB6QsJTs/s1600-h/DSC05493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545604972424002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZgbrq0I/AAAAAAAAAes/pc2GB6QsJTs/s200/DSC05493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; toilet shot number TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZqGevkI/AAAAAAAAAe0/x3KNciZ2X-s/s1600-h/DSC05494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545607567851074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZqGevkI/AAAAAAAAAe0/x3KNciZ2X-s/s200/DSC05494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm, toilet shot, but at different locations(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZtAv_cI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fDh2luSv508/s1600-h/DSC05497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545608349121986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKZtAv_cI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fDh2luSv508/s200/DSC05497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's funny. we were in the middle of paragon/taka when nette shouted STOP! take picture!  so we all paused, expecting her to take a picture of our faces... then she promptly took one. of our shoes. right SMACK in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll bet the adults were thinking... where have these kids been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545171425710594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKARWF0gI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-nTDmS4nlD4/s200/DSC05480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this. was an advert for eyelash cutting? something like that. like an eyelash salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAb3lwpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OxhnMAWG2AU/s1600-h/DSC05482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545174250570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAb3lwpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OxhnMAWG2AU/s200/DSC05482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the lift. An extremely quick snap. before this HUGE guy came in with his briefcase and gave us a weird look. like, WHAT are you guys doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAnH0cpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-TcBWGYzNE8/s1600-h/DSC05484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545177271431826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAnH0cpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/-TcBWGYzNE8/s200/DSC05484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the njcians vs the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are from SR and AJ(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAtDaVFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hsRTWPKTGqA/s1600-h/DSC05485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545178863555666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAtDaVFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hsRTWPKTGqA/s200/DSC05485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when we don the cedar uni, we're all one family(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAkTZTRI/AAAAAAAAAec/jB_DYiQs3Yw/s1600-h/DSC05486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252545176514678034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTKAkTZTRI/AAAAAAAAAec/jB_DYiQs3Yw/s200/DSC05486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm. same pose, different photographer. obviously, i was better(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the exams are over, theres an obvious need to de-stress(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to tomorrow's games day where the class will prob play no boundaries captain's ball. which can cover like practically the entire field. hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time, i thank God for what he's done in my life. and all the friends and family that he has blessed me with. i know, that i'm truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1853677760810047108?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1853677760810047108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1853677760810047108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1853677760810047108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1853677760810047108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/10/unconventional-unexpected-unique.html' title='unconventional. unexpected, unique.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SOTSPKGPw3I/AAAAAAAAAiU/IrspV5TqNe0/s72-c/PA010259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-8787186964882037353</id><published>2008-09-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:50:56.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promos are over. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;the sweet smell of freedom beckons me.&lt;br /&gt;and all thats stopping me from playing incessantly is time.&lt;br /&gt;and pw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a pretty calm, serene feeling after promos.&lt;br /&gt;it's totally unlike what i've felt in the past?&lt;br /&gt;it's not the anxious, crap, i have no idea if i can do well kinda feeling...&lt;br /&gt;but it's not cause i know i did really well&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary, i have no idea how i did...&lt;br /&gt;but this feeling of peace comes from knowing that god's in control of my results.&lt;br /&gt;and if He's taking charge of it, i couldn't have asked for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the bio paper, it was like everybody went totally crazy!&lt;br /&gt;okay. my class version of crazy is to go to the amphi...&lt;br /&gt;and stone:)&lt;br /&gt;but we haven't done that for a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went for spa briefing.&lt;br /&gt;which was an extremely restless period.&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone was itching to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the pae people (not on purpose!)&lt;br /&gt;went to ajisen ramen in PS together:)&lt;br /&gt;and we stoned at the table for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite funny how the waitresses kept giving us hints to leave...&lt;br /&gt;cos we were there for like a really really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday we had the trial.&lt;br /&gt;and boy, was it some trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. by the way, I just found out that I'M ATTACHED!&lt;br /&gt;it's like this young man, had always been there in my life, just waiting for me to accept his undying love for me? and i kinda realised today, how wonderful his love is, and how much i love him too!&lt;br /&gt;he's written me love letters, 66 in all compiled into one book! and i've memorised some parts of it, where he tells me how great his love for me is, and what he is like.&lt;br /&gt;he's given me flowers, in all sorts of different shades and colours. in fact, every tree and plant that blossoms? yeah, those are his gifts to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, i can't wait to get to know him better. In fact, we talk to each other everyday!&lt;br /&gt;i know he won't betray me, because integrity is the characteristic he exemplifies.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i haven't exactly seen him before? but i know that he loves me to the point of death. he's willing to die for me. can you imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm attached to JESUS! the most wonderful guy that can ever exist. and my life will be a service to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's something i just realised from the conference i attended.&lt;br /&gt;i don't just want to be pure, i want to be radiantly pure.&lt;br /&gt;as i want to keep myself pure for my future husband,&lt;br /&gt;i want to focus all my thoughts and all me efforts to pleasing HIM, my REAL husband&lt;jesus&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i am a princess, the daughter of a King,&lt;br /&gt;the question shouldn't be:" why can't I follow the way of the world?"&lt;br /&gt;but" why SHOULD i follow the way of the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm willing to take the highway, cos i know he has the best plan in store for me. I know that what he wants for me, far surpasses my wildest imaginations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8787186964882037353?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8787186964882037353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8787186964882037353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8787186964882037353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8787186964882037353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/09/promos-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-8044099701319179786</id><published>2008-09-18T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:25:08.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incoherant. illegible. irrational</title><content type='html'>i'm mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i had better be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos are going to be O.V.E.R! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster faster over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to play to my heart's content, before the start of the school year again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the assumption is that i'll do well enough to be concerned about the next year of schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the barrier to entry is the minimum passing requirements for each subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a monopoly of the study room in my house now. and so does yj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do a lot of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this prove? a local monopoly does not equal to a global monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS. my brain is bombarded and in an utter mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the information is mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. two days of 'holidays'&lt;br /&gt;meant for studying lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss 17:) and our un-muggerish ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that half of the nicknames that i have in NJ are bestowed on me by yunjie and nana, my mum and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during PE i'm  &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shu cai&lt;/span&gt;. cause nana shouts that whenever i'm stoning.and whenever i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NO-HEAD&lt;/span&gt; to yj's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STONE head&lt;/span&gt; and sonia's &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;STINKhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. once in a blue moon yj and sonia will call me &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nini&lt;/span&gt;. it's gross. utterly disgusting. actually, i forgot how that came about.&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. it was thomas who gave it to me during some GC discussion thing online.-.-&lt;br /&gt;oh. and nana, my brilliant but retarded dad gave me the name: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMPLICILLIN TOH KANG JUN&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which is rather funny. but at least it's not as bad as my brother's name: plasmodium:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my wacky family! i think i ought to put up a family tree.&lt;br /&gt;after promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GUNNERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't resist that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incoherant. illegible. irrational.&lt;br /&gt;this describes the state that eunice is in, PERFECTLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8044099701319179786?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8044099701319179786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8044099701319179786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8044099701319179786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8044099701319179786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/09/incoherant-illegible-irrational.html' title='incoherant. illegible. irrational'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-7574839721993357504</id><published>2008-09-06T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:31:37.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gungho gunners</title><content type='html'>pictures of chevron! sonia was right. they're all of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKQsthRnqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PZvWU6qwTHk/s1600-h/P8300014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242912014020484770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKQsthRnqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PZvWU6qwTHk/s200/P8300014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; emily, me and elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think we were posing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKQtCaifLI/AAAAAAAAAds/pEiK4H5tev4/s1600-h/P8310183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242912019629374642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKQtCaifLI/AAAAAAAAAds/pEiK4H5tev4/s200/P8310183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and elaine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;somehow, this time, i joined her in her camera-hogging activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKQtVxp9OI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xwso1QMCx8s/s1600-h/P8310188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242912024826606818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKQtVxp9OI/AAAAAAAAAd0/xwso1QMCx8s/s200/P8310188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha:) the uber cool flat screen... in a CHALET can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP5Cl61kI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pxMqErejr98/s1600-h/P8300023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242911126323910210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP5Cl61kI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pxMqErejr98/s200/P8300023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm. at the toilet mirror. this was the only one that i stayed still enough for her to snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP5a_9HCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xCKA-R2M3dw/s1600-h/P8310143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242911132875562018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP5a_9HCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/xCKA-R2M3dw/s200/P8310143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the KARAOKE SESSION! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as you can see, wenxin and i are laughing madly. cause the bunch of adults who went with us are just the cutest funniest karaok-ing companions you can ever find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP56km6RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/RrW4asDhB9I/s1600-h/P8310180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242911141350795538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP56km6RI/AAAAAAAAAdU/RrW4asDhB9I/s200/P8310180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nicolette, me and val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP6a6pKWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4ezK7u_hRqI/s1600-h/P8310185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242911150033152354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKP6a6pKWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4ezK7u_hRqI/s200/P8310185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't mess with us, we've got backup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;holidays are almost over.&lt;br /&gt;to be truthful, i've never felt more 'holiday-ed' in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this holiday has truly been a time to rest, relax and rejuvenate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i think i needed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i needed time alone, to think about what i'm doing with my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i needed time to pause and soak in the goodness of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;during the busyness of the term, it's so easy to forget God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;promos are fast fast fast approaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually, it seems too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes i wish i could stop the earth from spinning, maybe just for ONE day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then i realise that if it does stop spinning, we'll all fall off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if time and tide wait for no man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how much more do you think that it will wait for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's time to do some reflecting, girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the year is almost up,and somehow, i feel that the THING i'm supposed to accomplished this year hasn't been done yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somehow i feel that every year, theres ONE thing that i will accomplish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that will somehow label the year for my memory, for the rest ofmy life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess, it either hasn't happened this year, or there have been too many things going on that nothing seems especially spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there was Italy, and FB, and CTs, and China, and national day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, somehow, nothing feels that spectacular yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel it in my bones:) theres bound to be something big to do, that i haven't done yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm dying to know what it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's quite funny, i entered JC with the intention of being known as the quiet one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA. laugh all you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause i know that 'quiet eunice' is an oxymoron in the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's quite sad actually. i can be quiet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sonia and YJ will beg to differ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so will ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aiyah. they claim my record is shutting up for 5 minutes only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT. i beg to differ:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well, i shall do a post mortem of the year when the year has really ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i'm glad for all the thingsi've done this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm glad for all the friends i've made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realised this is not the first post that i've done thats ended in this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but, seriously, i feel very contented every time i sit down to blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's like all my pent up feelings evaporate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like this quote i heard somewhere: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the worth of a dollar is not measured by how much you can buy with it, but by how hard you worked to earn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-7574839721993357504?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/7574839721993357504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=7574839721993357504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7574839721993357504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7574839721993357504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/09/gungho-gunners.html' title='gungho gunners'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SMKQsthRnqI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PZvWU6qwTHk/s72-c/P8300014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-6135487771730348615</id><published>2008-08-31T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:05:33.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the evening star does shine</title><content type='html'>happiness is to know the savior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to be surrounded by the people I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is blissfully and innocently unaware of all the troubles that is happening around her.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i choose to ignore all unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;life is short. live it to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;spending everyday fufilling life's purpose&lt;br /&gt;whatever it may be for you.&lt;br /&gt;as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to upload photos.&lt;br /&gt;guess they'll have to wait&lt;br /&gt;back to hitting the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6135487771730348615?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6135487771730348615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6135487771730348615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6135487771730348615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6135487771730348615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/08/evening-star-does-shine.html' title='the evening star does shine'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-637701719049198212</id><published>2008-08-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:03:05.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pulling an iris</title><content type='html'>as usual, my busy busy life goes on. but i've got no pictures to show until some kind person &lt;hint&gt; passes them to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, i'm rocking this place.i'm at a chalet called the chevrons&lt;br /&gt;it's in JURONG.yeah. it's totally private cos there are like only 6 units.&lt;br /&gt;yet, it's not ulu:)&lt;br /&gt;c'mon. this place is fitted with free wireless. plus a flat-screen LCD tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the life man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. teacher's day just over.made me feel pretty nostalgic for secondary school. met up with nette, rach, steph and yang. it's been ages since we've met up as a whole group.the fact that swee and pat weren;t there was all too obvious- you guys, we missed you okay?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to fish and co. to eat.&lt;br /&gt;all of us changed into cedar uni. and it was JUST like the past.&lt;br /&gt;with me making my less than funny jokes and random comments, yang being the nice girl, rach shutting me up and scolding me, nette ganging up with her against me, steph looking 'regal' but clueless in her qian-jin-xiao-jie ness.&lt;br /&gt;and all of us just having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then steph left with her prince charming to go see the doctor. while the rest of us tried to figure out how to take a nice picture with all of us inside.&lt;br /&gt;basically, we kept trying to look for ulu spots. but the minute we got there, a whole Gaggle of people would enter and 'un-ulufy' the place. yeah, so to preserve our decent self-image, we would leave. basically, i think we visited ALL of the toilets in paragon and taka-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE ALL THAT....&lt;br /&gt;we had a FAILED teacher's day celebrations in NJ.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cos we've all had pretty cool TDC in secondary schools, so this change of atmosphere was a bit chilly.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty dead.&lt;br /&gt;other than the part where some guy acted as batman and joker.&lt;br /&gt;the joker was so good, even someone like me who hasn't even watched the movie thinks his good and pretty true to script!&lt;br /&gt;we had a FAILED aces day.&lt;br /&gt;well at least for my class who adopted the trademark stone pose.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite funny to see other classes so enthu about the whole event, while our dear dear class just stood by as though nothing important was happening.&lt;br /&gt;well, actually. nothing important was happening,&lt;br /&gt;but thats beside the point&lt;br /&gt;so, we turned to taking photos; plenty of them!&lt;br /&gt;then we all changed into sec school uni.&lt;br /&gt;and took, more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;none of which are with me-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit tired now, considering that i'm listening to a sermon, msn-ing and blogging at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;that explains my lack of coordination:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos promos promos.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still mug for it.&lt;br /&gt;08S17 strives not to be the no bar class again.&lt;br /&gt;it's really affecting me, how hard the class is working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll work hard too.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try not to let anyone down,&lt;br /&gt;least of all, myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-637701719049198212?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/637701719049198212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=637701719049198212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/637701719049198212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/637701719049198212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/08/pulling-iris.html' title='pulling an iris'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3685179972361528634</id><published>2008-08-25T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:55:57.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUN. falling in the west</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;took these photos off other's blogs:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the pain of forgetting to bring my camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. so i end up one week slower than everyone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, this was taken on national day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where the 5 of us, plus wayeshyang spent our national day touring around singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being patriotic singaporeans, nette came up with the brilliant brainwave that she wanted to see the national parade at the PADANG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. we squeezed up there. and seriously, city hall was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PHWOAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was like bodies bodies and more bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to cut the long story short. SOME brilliant guy kept jinxing the whole day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it ended up raining, and we ended up bunking in at yichan's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHICh. happens NOT to be very near the padang-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, and instead of watching the parade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ermmmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we kinda got distracted by the olympic games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLEpbUTvAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/uu6vWKiGh_0/s1600-h/primary+school"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465532571925506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLEpbUTvAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/uu6vWKiGh_0/s200/primary+school" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; joel, me, nette, yichan, jiemin &lt;sorry&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLEpXTEA1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/l3KzqH1PNL4/s1600-h/yc,+nette+and+me"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465531492959058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLEpXTEA1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/l3KzqH1PNL4/s200/yc,+nette+and+me" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, nette and yichan:) best friends for TEN years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's an unglam shot. cos i was straining to fit into the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLEpYhToyI/AAAAAAAAAck/pS9hb97Hzw0/s1600-h/jiemin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238465531821138722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLEpYhToyI/AAAAAAAAAck/pS9hb97Hzw0/s200/jiemin" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jiemin our calculator:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay, and then my class suddenly went through this weird phenomenom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was as though we had been bitten by the CAMERA bug&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeah, it all started on our class birthday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17th August 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whee! i love 08S17:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLD0JxMVEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/hab_FTFq2ts/s1600-h/outside+library+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464617328170050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLD0JxMVEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/hab_FTFq2ts/s200/outside+library+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outside the library, while waiting for porky to appear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma, me, sonia, jeaness and suenli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpYg8WsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NroZ3JPLFD4/s1600-h/class+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464432307985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpYg8WsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NroZ3JPLFD4/s200/class+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; class photo at our fave hangout! the amphi-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE ultimate place for stoners like us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpUtq26I/AAAAAAAAAbs/FZeE1SYEpmM/s1600-h/class+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464431287622562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpUtq26I/AAAAAAAAAbs/FZeE1SYEpmM/s200/class+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; suenli's work of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpu1KpXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/drg1qnfliQ4/s1600-h/jump+shot+failed"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464438298387826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpu1KpXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/drg1qnfliQ4/s200/jump+shot+failed" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jumpshot of nan, SL and me 1: fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpkZaKZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_6pal1o5bOw/s1600-h/jump+shot+passed!"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464435497609618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpkZaKZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_6pal1o5bOw/s200/jump+shot+passed!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jump shot of nana, SL and me2: PASSED!&lt;br /&gt;erm. although sl looks A BIT unglam:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpzf7MrI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kuMU7srx9I0/s1600-h/outside+library+1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464439551472306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDpzf7MrI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kuMU7srx9I0/s200/outside+library+1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, uma, sonia, ness, SL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;outside the library.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDePeeRBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/B99xZWGLpHI/s1600-h/act+cool+1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464240903144466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDePeeRBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/B99xZWGLpHI/s200/act+cool+1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eunice and SL act cool take one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDeET0MBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fZsylTIrVOc/s1600-h/act+cool+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464237905653778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDeET0MBI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fZsylTIrVOc/s200/act+cool+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eunice and SL act cool take TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDeeuqPnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8kQvo23rtIA/s1600-h/class2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464244997570162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDeeuqPnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8kQvo23rtIA/s200/class2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; class photo:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDen6KbtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FdcVDrxYS8w/s1600-h/class3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464247461736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDen6KbtI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FdcVDrxYS8w/s200/class3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; class photo when i wasn't looking-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thanks ah, yannqi! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he took the photo for us. but never made a sound and just clicked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDehmX_OI/AAAAAAAAAbc/nvMj_vEEXM4/s1600-h/class+1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464245768125666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLDehmX_OI/AAAAAAAAAbc/nvMj_vEEXM4/s200/class+1" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool shot outside the library:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here are a few thousand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;need to study. i shall BAN myself from the com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and from thinking about my ec:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;good intentions are half the battle won;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3685179972361528634?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3685179972361528634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3685179972361528634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3685179972361528634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3685179972361528634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/08/took-these-photos-off-others-blogs-this.html' title='SUN. falling in the west'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SLLEpbUTvAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/uu6vWKiGh_0/s72-c/primary+school' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-4019247518063959358</id><published>2008-08-12T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:02:30.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pytharogos and hypothenuse</title><content type='html'>haha:) i was looking at the gallery in my phone and thinking. I ought to get rid of all of these photos. they're taking up a wee too much space-.-&lt;br /&gt;and so i bluetoothed most of the nice pictures over.&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to forgive me for the randomity of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvSHmNGNI/AAAAAAAAAak/V9aOh_q-Y2Q/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656967793023186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvSHmNGNI/AAAAAAAAAak/V9aOh_q-Y2Q/s200/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9 lil' girls drawn with the 'artform' taught by the master YJ:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvSFWGgwI/AAAAAAAAAas/R8diL0uJa6U/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656967188611842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvSFWGgwI/AAAAAAAAAas/R8diL0uJa6U/s200/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yang and me at the busstop! we were taking photos while lynette and pat were trying to figure out how on earth to get back to civilisation from the uluness of cedar-ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvSVdsFEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zm8Gwc5-SJk/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656971515401282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvSVdsFEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zm8Gwc5-SJk/s200/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can you believe it? we got the MODEL SCHOOL TUCKSHOP AWARD_.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_VnawXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3ENxez2MgmM/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656645138694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_VnawXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3ENxez2MgmM/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's bong, huiying and jeaness. the 3 who snuck into chem lab ahead of all of us:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next lesson. everyone copied them_.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_jvFcQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1N_KAc6eTS8/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656648928948482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_jvFcQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1N_KAc6eTS8/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SONIA and I did CIP for national day. which was an utter waste of time, and which led to a lot of unforseen events. which were not very pleasant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but oh well, we were CMs of 15D. we did the connect Singapore thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;which kind of failed. cause there was no proper connection_.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_1gjSPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0lVeh7zjKrE/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656653699827954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_1gjSPI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0lVeh7zjKrE/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY HUGE TEETH! the ones that i pulled out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i still can't get over how huge they are. and how deep the roots are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_0WF-vI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hu5ZxdmYsGI/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656653387528946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGu_0WF-vI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hu5ZxdmYsGI/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some doodles i did:) it looks like a CD cover for our PW group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nana, YJ, ness, sonia, and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;minus our mascot:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvANpyEEI/AAAAAAAAAac/XmbPARUul4E/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656660180996162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGvANpyEEI/AAAAAAAAAac/XmbPARUul4E/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eh? actually, i can't remember where we took this? all i remember is sonia and me being lame. and taking picture of each other taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGueSeOtsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JeQoHVBz0Ag/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGueq-uuTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-nc30iP_Azw/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656083937933618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGueq-uuTI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-nc30iP_Azw/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;during PW lecture in the hall, my PW group was hungry. so i guess we decided to channel our hunger into drawing FOOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MACs to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGueqGqhuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yk9uvs6zBVM/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656083702777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGueqGqhuI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yk9uvs6zBVM/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;blown up size of MACs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGue1iNG-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/IfEJ7dt1bF4/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656086771080162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGue1iNG-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/IfEJ7dt1bF4/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this was taken the day we went to watch HCvoices!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha. theres one with sonia and me. but it's in her phone_.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeah. we were pretty urgent and the queue was taking quite some time. so this was a way to distract ourselves from the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGue5DUjoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RPCc4NuU0bw/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233656087715286658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SKGue5DUjoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RPCc4NuU0bw/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let me end off with a classic photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is sonia sleeping during CHEM. if you're wondering why on earth the photo is slanted, it's cos YJ and I were trying to take picture of her without letting Miss HEng see us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;miss heng's the one in the background. we were sitting in FRONT, but, the photo opportunity was too good to miss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this basically sums up what my class is famous for;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i just realised something. YJ doesn't take much pictures! thats why half the pictures are me and sonia- a product of our boredom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cos of nette's request i shall blog about national day:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;all i can say is that, jiemin has a terrible mouth. he says the most pessimistic things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the worst part? they come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;like how he said WHAT IF IT RAINS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the next moment, we felt DROPS OF WATER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i still haven't forgotten the LOOK that nette gave him man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so we made a U turn and went to Yichan's house instead of staying at the Padang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;instead of watching national day parade...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we urm, kinda got distracted by the olympics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA:) i had so much fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;laughing over stupid stuff with you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i can't believe it's been FIVE years already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eunice  feels OLD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4019247518063959358?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4019247518063959358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4019247518063959358' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-3512549738986245790</id><published>2008-08-11T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T05:44:46.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the middle of CHI and ZAO</title><content type='html'>erm. i'll replace CHI and ZAO with chinese characters when i get to use the com with chinese characters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my personaility thing-a-ma-jig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youniverse.com/personality/feedback/fa0c0e6b27e06c4960dd2b394c39f537"&gt;http://youniverse.com/personality/feedback/fa0c0e6b27e06c4960dd2b394c39f537&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. must say it's pretty accurate. cause it uses pictures not words&lt;br /&gt;and the pictures are pretty cool too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog nice and long for national day,&lt;br /&gt;but blogger spoiled my mood&lt;br /&gt;and all i have right now to say&lt;br /&gt;is it doesn't do me any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. another failed attempt at rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;i had two others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something along the lines of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tooth fell out today&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't the tooth fairy who took it away,&lt;br /&gt;with her pixie dust and magic stuff&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tooth fell out today&lt;br /&gt;it was the dentist who took it away&lt;br /&gt;with his drill and hammer and huge chain saw,&lt;br /&gt;i headed straight for the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats another bad poem&lt;br /&gt;i would call them limericks, but since i'm no lit student, i shan't classify them into something they're probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another one about,&lt;br /&gt;i plucked my teeth on a thursday&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have chosen a worse day&lt;br /&gt;for this very reason,&lt;br /&gt;my world is now frozen&lt;br /&gt;and my pain it eats me in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, since i'm going to cut short a long post, i shall just end off with my national day greeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS, SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for the holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3512549738986245790?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3512549738986245790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3512549738986245790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3512549738986245790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3512549738986245790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-middle-of-chi-and-zao.html' title='in the middle of CHI and ZAO'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4655632261649509580</id><published>2008-08-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:35:38.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sine Cosine Tangent- i lost a part of me today</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH I BLOGGED A LONG LONG LONG POST AND BECAUSE OF STUPID BLOGGER IT IS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;I'M PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. no. thats not the part of me thats lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. it was included stuff from 7th-9th august&lt;br /&gt;which was the most action packed 3 days of my life&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. so SIngapore doesn't get a birthday wish from me till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;or when i decide to forgive blogger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4655632261649509580?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4655632261649509580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4655632261649509580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4655632261649509580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4655632261649509580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/08/sine-cosine-tangent-i-lost-part-of-me.html' title='Sine Cosine Tangent- i lost a part of me today'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-5817127130896936222</id><published>2008-08-04T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:55:45.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>candy for the eyes, distraction for the soul</title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;disclaimer&gt; my title has got ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with my post&lt;end&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the worst 852 ride of my life!&lt;br /&gt;there was this H*J* guy (school has been hidden to protect juvenile identities)&lt;br /&gt;who was TALLER than me.&lt;br /&gt;he sat beside me on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;AND the worst part was the he was so insistent, on sleeping on MY shoulders~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. if you're taller than me, it makes NO sense to lie on MY shoulders! especially cause i'm way way way shorter.&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me feel jealous of your height-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know how it is to lie on a person's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;cause when you're asleep you just cannot control the nodding of your head&lt;br /&gt;dionne, Qx can attest to my inability on 853&lt;br /&gt;sonia and Yj can tell you what happens during lecture time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT still. it was uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;especially since his head is SO HEAVY!&lt;br /&gt;now i know why the above unmentioned school has such smart students&lt;br /&gt;their heads are so heavy, it must have a wealth of knowledge there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. and now i can't stand guys who pepper their heads with GEL&lt;br /&gt;i mean, save the environment, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;and plus, when you unintentionally lie on somebody else's shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;at least that person doesn't have to deal with your HAIR sticking into her face!&lt;br /&gt;oh man. if i have an outbreak of pimples,&lt;br /&gt;it is totally HIS FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;pffffffffffffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;that was a long loud sigh i've repeated this story like at least to 10 people&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i still get agitated.&lt;br /&gt;HE deprived me of my sleep on the bus okay?&lt;br /&gt;and caused my NECk to be super sore!&lt;br /&gt;cause i simply couldn't lift my head up. that was the extent of his lying down&lt;br /&gt;rmb, he's TALLER than me, he obviously cannot land nicely on my shoulder, so he overshot and landed into my face&lt;br /&gt;talk about uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the WORST part.&lt;br /&gt;was that i couldn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;cause we were facing the ENTIRE bus.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to slap him like a wanted to, i would have disgraced our school-.-&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention, myself.&lt;br /&gt;so i bore with it&lt;br /&gt;for the entire 48 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sonia says this is getting a bit long. i shall not grouse about this any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. I AM SERIOUS ABOUT THE DISCLAIMER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-5817127130896936222?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/5817127130896936222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=5817127130896936222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5817127130896936222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5817127130896936222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/08/candy-for-eyes-distraction-for-soul.html' title='candy for the eyes, distraction for the soul'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-775320252723522123</id><published>2008-08-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:43:20.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be there or be square</title><content type='html'>went to covenant EFC today.&lt;br /&gt;okay. now i know what is meant by a church with life.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean that i want to move over there&lt;br /&gt;nor do i say that i prefer it&lt;br /&gt;nor do i actually like it&lt;br /&gt;i just mean, hey. why can't angora be like that?&lt;br /&gt;smal churches and big churches, whats the diff if we all love GOd?&lt;br /&gt;okay. other than the economies of scale factor.&lt;br /&gt;on the downside, i felt the service was rather commercial.&lt;br /&gt;like, if you didn't know it was a church service before you entered the sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;you probably thought you were attending a free concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, theres totally a place to dance and sing and everything,&lt;br /&gt;but FIVE worship leaders?&lt;br /&gt;thats a bit exagerrating. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but the message was not good, it was GOD.&lt;br /&gt;i felt really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BIG GOD SMALL PROBLEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after that i went to HC voices concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which simply took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;now i know how far njchoir is from being a professional choir&lt;br /&gt;it was so touching, like it reaches all the way done into the soul&lt;br /&gt;that stirring feeling, that just makes you sway along to the music&lt;br /&gt;it made me think. now, THAT's music!&lt;br /&gt;haha. but there were some funny moments too&lt;br /&gt;like when misslim all of a sudden stopped.&lt;br /&gt;and didn't conduct.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. all of us were like. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;she must be lost!&lt;br /&gt;but then, she suddenly lifted her hand and proceeded conducting,&lt;br /&gt;even without batting an eyelid&lt;br /&gt;now, THAT's pro conducting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't really her fault. one needs to consider what stress shes under&lt;br /&gt;especially since acsib choir concert was like on friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to eat like SUPER EARLY DINNER!&lt;br /&gt;never ate dinner at 5 before&lt;br /&gt;oh well. theres a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;met the grand-grand seniors there&lt;br /&gt;like manenek:)&lt;br /&gt;i think she was utterly embarrassed by sonia, clarissa and my antics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can tell, my brain is not really working&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts are not flowing in a line.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the past few sentences are beginning to sound like a&lt;br /&gt;falsely happy and fakely funny ramblings&lt;br /&gt;of someone who is neither happy, nor in the mood for funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don't really get that last paragraph that i wrote&lt;br /&gt;because i'm perfectly fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;that i'm schizophrenic&lt;br /&gt;i need to be banned from school! the school should quarrantine me&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, others would get my disease!&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats just an excuse&lt;br /&gt;but i'm working under stress now&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop before your brains start to muddle at my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh the pain of being an intellectual&lt;br /&gt;is that one is seldom understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-775320252723522123?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/775320252723522123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=775320252723522123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/775320252723522123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/775320252723522123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-there-or-be-square.html' title='be there or be square'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1033946267905130287</id><published>2008-07-27T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:22:21.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1800-DIAL-A-PLUMBER</title><content type='html'>I walked a mile with Pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;She chatted all the way,&lt;br /&gt;But she left me none the wiser,&lt;br /&gt;For all she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked a mile with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And ne'er a word said she;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, the things I learned from her&lt;br /&gt;When Sorrow walked with me.&lt;br /&gt;~Robert Browning Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i didn't write that piece:) though i wish i would have thought of it&lt;br /&gt;it's quite deep and meaningful, eh?&lt;br /&gt;but if i were to write it, i'd have been dead by now-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonia says my posts are either lame, or emo.&lt;br /&gt;I BEG TO DIFFER!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. thats all&lt;br /&gt;i think a little bit more than most people,&lt;br /&gt;and a LOT more than sonia:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to start chiong-ing as a choir again, soon.&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS HC CHOIR! you guys did misslim and singapore proud.&lt;br /&gt;and though i can't say that we achieved the same results,&lt;br /&gt;I know we did our best already,&lt;br /&gt;and the circumstances were different for both.&lt;br /&gt;so, there really is no point in comparing.&lt;br /&gt;it will only result in negative feelings.&lt;br /&gt;the important thing is to learn.&lt;br /&gt;let every experience be a learning journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I sound so sophisticated:)&lt;br /&gt;that only happens when i'm alone i realise.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with other people, it's as though my brain moves slower than my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;thats NOT because my brain is slow.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cause my mouth is faster;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing CIP for National Day EVE&lt;br /&gt;it's quite a pointless exercise, really.&lt;br /&gt;150,000 plus students and volunteers holding hands around the north estate&lt;br /&gt;it's suppose to be a shape of a heart.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, they were short of people,&lt;br /&gt;so they SQUASHED the heart!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;how sad.&lt;br /&gt;so now, we're standing in the shape of....&lt;br /&gt;an unidentified stagnant object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is running like it has it's own agenda.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats it's idea of fun&lt;br /&gt;it's certainly not amusing.&lt;br /&gt;not to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.it's flowing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;how frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;i need a plumber, 1800-DIAL-A-PLUMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a random thought&lt;br /&gt;it's strange how when you hang out often with a person,&lt;br /&gt;you start adopting that person's lingo&lt;br /&gt;and mannerisms&lt;br /&gt;it's the monkey-see-monkey-do phenomenom&lt;br /&gt;it's like we're trying to find a common ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had another random thought&lt;br /&gt;could a person ever say the same thing too many times?&lt;br /&gt;could a person ever count all the stars in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;could a person ever count the teeth of an alligator?&lt;br /&gt;could a person ever know how many more years a tree has left to live?&lt;br /&gt;could a person ever know when the dead sea died?&lt;br /&gt;If my nose keeps dripping, would i ever become dehydrated?&lt;br /&gt;could a person ever ask too many questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much is too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha:) i'm inquisitive. i need to ask questions that i will never know the answers too.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dew of compassion is a tear~Lord Bryon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1033946267905130287?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1033946267905130287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1033946267905130287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1033946267905130287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1033946267905130287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/07/1800-dial-plumber.html' title='1800-DIAL-A-PLUMBER'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-648589223810844662</id><published>2008-07-25T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:33:48.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a Borrowed Life</title><content type='html'>i'm fascinated with bio:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's just so amazing&lt;br /&gt;about this life belonging to ME&lt;br /&gt;this life that is made&lt;br /&gt;from the dust and the dirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling innocent and 天真&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-648589223810844662?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/648589223810844662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=648589223810844662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/648589223810844662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/648589223810844662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-borrowed-life.html' title='Living a Borrowed Life'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-8906073665643108211</id><published>2008-07-18T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:50:14.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"蔬菜" is in the process of vegetating</title><content type='html'>there once was this little china girl&lt;br /&gt;with XP -&lt;em&gt;Xeroderma Pigmentosum-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a kind of condition that is an &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Autosomal recessive" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autosomal_recessive"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;autosomal recessive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Genetic disorder" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genetic_disorder"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;genetic disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="DNA repair" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DNA_repair"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DNA repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in which the ability to repair damage caused by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ultraviolet" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ultraviolet"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (UV) light is deficient. This disorder leads to multiple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Basalioma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basalioma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;basaliomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and other skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Malignancy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malignancy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;malignancies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; at a young age. In severe cases, it is necessary to avoid sunlight completely. The two most common causes of death for XP victims are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metastasis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metastasis"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;metastatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; malignant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Melanoma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melanoma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;melanoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Squamous cell carcinoma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Squamous_cell_carcinoma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;squamous cell carcinoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't get the last paragraph, cause only bio students will probably understand,&lt;br /&gt;It basically means theres been a mutation in her genes. For normal people, when our DNA is exposed to UV light it gets eroded. But we have proteins that are able to carry out DNA repair.&lt;br /&gt;This mechanism is absent from the XP patients' cells.&lt;br /&gt;It leads to growths and tumours and eventually---CANCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it was a pretty sad documentary. but no, i did not cry.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just bet sonia would weep if she saw it:)&lt;br /&gt;it's called &lt;the&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has this huge tumour and growth on her face.&lt;br /&gt;to cut the long story short,&lt;br /&gt;by the time someone took pity on her and provided free medical treatment,&lt;br /&gt;but by then it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;while they made her more humanly recognisable,&lt;br /&gt;they were unable to stop the cancer from spreading&lt;br /&gt;6 months later, the cancer entered her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad. but this is what stood out about her&lt;br /&gt;she was optimistic and cheerful in spite of her situation&lt;br /&gt;even when her classmates teased her mercilessly she still carried on living&lt;br /&gt;and being the person she was.&lt;br /&gt;her only hope and desire was this : that she could go to school and study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;that living in Singapore, i'm priveleged and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;to be in this place where i have GOd, my family and my friends by my side&lt;br /&gt;to cheer me on during whatever dark periods i have&lt;br /&gt;there is no reason to give up on life&lt;br /&gt;i love this life that God has given me&lt;br /&gt;i shall face the world with a bright smile on sunshine days and an even brighter one when the rainclouds threaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to sonia, my posts have been depressing and sentimental and emo.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall attempt to liven things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy smiling to random strangers.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel good, especially when they smile back at me.&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel even better if they stare at me as though i'm an alien&lt;br /&gt;cause it's unusual in today's society!&lt;br /&gt;i'm extraordinary, and thats the way i live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had PE with menon.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we exercised more by laughing and building abs than actually runnign around.&lt;br /&gt;ehm. maybe it's caused i was the goal keeper... so... yeah&lt;br /&gt;my team was strong la. so the ball never really reached my half of the court&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i found ways to amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;i repaired the goal post.&lt;br /&gt;i played with a dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;i sang songs to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i counted the number of clouds&lt;br /&gt;i saved a few balls&lt;br /&gt;i ducked when derek swung a hard ball at the goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;my&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed when nana kept calling me 蔬菜:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. i wasn't stoning can?&lt;br /&gt;look at all that i did:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8906073665643108211?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8906073665643108211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8906073665643108211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8906073665643108211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8906073665643108211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-in-process-of-vegetating.html' title='&quot;蔬菜&quot; is in the process of vegetating'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-6535574436033417543</id><published>2008-07-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:44:24.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiter waiter percolater!</title><content type='html'>yes yes. it's been a long while and this post is long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;no, that previous post doesn't count because i didn't write it, so technically, i've been missing from the blog-o-sphere for a pretty long time.&lt;br /&gt;many things been happening recently.&lt;br /&gt;lousy CT results are but a small drop in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;no. actually, lousy CT results IS the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so disappointed in my results before.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i feel like this is it. this is the moment i confront myself with the thought that&lt;br /&gt;"so, eunice, you're not that smart after all. you don't deserve to be where you are, among all the brains and the muggers. you shouldn't be here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like every sane person does, i SHOVE the thought out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like every christian does, i replace it with prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say that our class is too optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;the same could be said for me. i'm way too optimistic&lt;br /&gt;and that can be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking quite a bit, and i've decided yes, this is time to reform.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that i'm capable of more, and i will exploit my potential to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to let myself down a second time, and i'm not going to let my parents down again either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a brief moment when i feel super depressed.&lt;br /&gt;for the briefest moment.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like the person who wrote ecclesiastis.&lt;br /&gt;everything is meaningless. a chase after the wind.&lt;br /&gt;all this fuss about results.&lt;br /&gt;what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;and then the hugs and the 'cheer up's&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of friends and family that would be behind me.&lt;br /&gt;God's timely reminder of his presence and power in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在天父家中&lt;br /&gt;有许多房间&lt;br /&gt;温暖甜蜜充满光和爱&lt;br /&gt;但在他家外，还有多少人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard this song at peace chapel today.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. the words were meaningful and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;it's self-explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;what i want to do about all the lost souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lead them back to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done blogging yet!&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;my 30minutes is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6535574436033417543?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6535574436033417543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6535574436033417543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6535574436033417543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6535574436033417543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiter-waiter-percolater.html' title='waiter waiter percolater!'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-258984083724199143</id><published>2008-07-07T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:24.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SHHR8NlAUAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8E7Ioo4SNMY/s1600-h/s718488078_672997_6006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SHHR8NlAUAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8E7Ioo4SNMY/s200/s718488078_672997_6006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220184275466342402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice yip is officially dead from drinking too much hot chocolate and playing too much wii. she needs your support now, so please call 1900-save-eunice or sms save-eunice to 74744 -coughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here to clear the rust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-258984083724199143?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/258984083724199143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=258984083724199143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/258984083724199143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/258984083724199143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/07/eunice-yip-is-officially-dead-from.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SHHR8NlAUAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8E7Ioo4SNMY/s72-c/s718488078_672997_6006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-206074415604444001</id><published>2008-06-26T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:09:33.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the burden rolls away</title><content type='html'>FInally. the day I've been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;CTS ARE OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha:) you get my joy. i shan't talk about the exams cause nothing short of a miracle will give me As. actually, more like a pass. thats why, i've decided that everything is in God's hands. Cause i've already exhausted my own limited abilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still, i guess this CTs are kinda like a wake up call for me and my beloved slacker class...i hope promos won't be a repeat of this again. but i won't be surprised if it is. i just hope, next year will be a better year:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel loved:) by my class, by the choir peeps, by FB, by all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love you guys too. this feeling of love is warm and comfy,snug and ...yeah:)it's an indescribable feeling of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can't believe this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's  a gift from GOd:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-206074415604444001?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/206074415604444001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=206074415604444001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/206074415604444001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/206074415604444001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-burden-rolls-away.html' title='and the burden rolls away'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-8593991426494517468</id><published>2008-06-20T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:42:01.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seafood diet; when i see food, i eat!</title><content type='html'>GET OFFLINE NOW EUNICE! YOU SHOULD BE STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt this ill-prepared. all i can say is that at least i'm not facing this alone. i've got God to carry me through this period. and i've got my good friends in slacker17 as well as muggerchoir. so i'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for good friends.&lt;br /&gt;a simple life is bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8593991426494517468?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8593991426494517468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8593991426494517468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8593991426494517468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8593991426494517468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/06/seafood-diet-when-i-see-food-i-eat.html' title='seafood diet; when i see food, i eat!'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-6202756948731636319</id><published>2008-06-15T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:42:53.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back down to earth with a thud</title><content type='html'>It's sad. I feel emo-fied. I'm not sure why. raging hormones perhaps, or deep thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 4 statements have nothing to do with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.qing she is gone, flown away by airmail all the way across the pacific/atlantic/whatever ocean it is. and the chances that he'll return? to be honest, to be truthful to myself, i highly doubt he'll come back in the near future. all the best haocheng, you'll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel emo-fied. like fried with emo-oil.tossed into the frying pan, slowly simmering in there, getting more emo by the minute. HAH. i don't know. i'm a tad confused. i should be closer to you guys, shouldn't i? since we have more in common than anyone else? and i've known you guys since i was a wee lil' girl.all the stats say that we should be close friends. if not best of friends. but somehow...i don't feel like i can share much with y'all, and i don't feel like you're telling me much. it kinda hurts too. i mean, insider jokes and secrets? sometimes i feel like i give so much in this relationship but you're not giving anything at all. It's tiring you know? i know you guys try. but trying without any results isn't really helpful is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound grouchy. but this has been kept bottled inside for very long. i mean, we're supposed to be as close as FAMILY. but somehow, we're not. high expectations usually produce the hardest falls back down to earth.so i've learnt to protect myself by not having high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't. cause i'm too idealistic. i'm too naive perhaps. once bitten twice shy doesn't apply to me. i go ahead and trust the very same person who has betrayed my trust again, and again.i always believed that theres something good, or at least the potential for goodness in every person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i don't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm idealistic. let me come clean about my view on relationships. not that i'm a prude or anything, but i don't think that this is the right time for it. not now, not yet. until i've reached the age of maturity (21), then will i feel that it's the right time to begin considering. and thats considering only! plus, my wish is to date one guy, and one guy only. i mean, why date if you know you're not gonna end up tying the knot? theres no meaning in the relationship then, is there? unless you say that the relationship is for fun, to that i say that then it's better off that we stay friends. yeah. it's like remaining pure. really completely pure, to the extent that my future husband is the only guy i'll date. how will i know? i know that if i walk closely with God, he'll show me the right guy. another way is my parents. yeah. shockingly, i do believe that they know better than me, and so if they approve, thats at least one less hurdle to climb. lotsa people stare at me as though i'm insane. many feminists ask: so what? if you keep yourself pure, but your future husband didn't? isn't that unfair?&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God will honour my commitment to stay devoted to him alone until the right man comes along. i believe that God will not shortchange me. and even if my mr right has dated someone else before, i trust that everything is in God's plan and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;another idealistic dream of mine, is that the guy has to ask my parents for permission to date me:D yeah. i'm traditional that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope this saves me from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you are facing a lot of problems right now. and a lot of confusion. but you must remember that you are not alone in this world. and that we will be here for you. after a while all these cliches sound repetitive, but these are from the bottom of my heart.i know that you don't need advice now, and all you want is a listening ear. you're smart. you'll be able to figure your way out of this mess of a hole. remember though, that there are some things that you cannot do alone. and thats when god and friends come in. i know you're probably disillusioned about god right now, but even though you don't feel his presence, he is there. and your future is in his hands. i guess your safest bet is to trust him. as CS Lewis. or was it Plato? can't really remember who, once said:" If God be God, i believe in him, I go to heaven, and you are doomed. but if God is not God, then we all are doomed. all in all, i'd rather take the chance and believe in him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a lot of things that i don't understand as well. i need a whole lot of faith to overcome this unbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SPAIN FOR EURO2008:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6202756948731636319?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6202756948731636319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6202756948731636319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6202756948731636319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6202756948731636319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-down-to-earth-with-thud.html' title='back down to earth with a thud'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-695165348606056739</id><published>2008-06-14T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:24.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I conquered MOUNT FABER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFSav8eDbjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ndtqo880wiI/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211960817251216946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFSav8eDbjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ndtqo880wiI/s200/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my number tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFSawR88MZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NbYBOnXIrh4/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211960823017910674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFSawR88MZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NbYBOnXIrh4/s200/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back of the free shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFSZ5LkGNOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Em-8O7oWg5E/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran, and ran, and i conquered mount faber ! somehow stupid blogger posts the pictures rotated wrongly. but i can't be bothered to correct it. maybe cos i don't know how to:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha 10 k may not seem far to you but it was a gruesome tiring trip.i shall blog the whole gruesome journey tonight:) but all i can say is:" WO CHENG GONG LE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-695165348606056739?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/695165348606056739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=695165348606056739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/695165348606056739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/695165348606056739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-conquered-mount-faber.html' title='I conquered MOUNT FABER'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFSav8eDbjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ndtqo880wiI/s72-c/IMG_1436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-6160144231594358306</id><published>2008-06-14T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:26.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I came, I saw, I conquered.</title><content type='html'>very annoying.my pictures keep coming up where i don't want them. can't be bothered to shift them already.so what you have is a luan qi ba zhao post:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkNlkUUAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9akqiWZwLw8/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760115871666178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkNlkUUAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9akqiWZwLw8/s200/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us in one lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkN7qCqxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kQq8DEzZCYo/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760121801255698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkN7qCqxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kQq8DEzZCYo/s200/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh:)MY SHOP! MY NAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkONwHa9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/cLHWi6SQshs/s1600-h/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760126658571218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkONwHa9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/cLHWi6SQshs/s200/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some 'artistic' picture my dad took. or at least he claims it to be artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkOTBXEkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GDl7AsbIpbI/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760128073077314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkOTBXEkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GDl7AsbIpbI/s200/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practicing english with uni students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkO-sAZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/-Fvg4xovNV4/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760139794671570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkO-sAZ9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/-Fvg4xovNV4/s200/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the 2 students at the uni. wanna know why we're laughing like that? cos frederick and stephen were fooling around with the cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back! duhh. okay. since this trip is kinda hush hush, i can't post up incriminating photos. all i can say is that this trip has been a really meaningful experience, and i feel like i've grown closer to god, when taken away from the distractions and busyness of a singapore lifestyle. i've also learnt a lot about evangelism, as a part of my life, and not a special structured event. excuse the choppyness in my sentences, but coming home from a 3.5hour flight on SHENZHEN airlines has certainly done some damage to my brain:)eesh. neck cramp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i shall just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. before i left, there was the children's camp at church. where i met some adorable kids! haha. yeah. and there were these 3 really cute girls, who were like K2, yeah. and they told me:"How i wish you could be my mummy!" _._ i was like. ERM. do i look THAT old? then they asked me if i could go and live with them and take care of them. and i was like" sorry darlings, i do have SCHOOL to attend you know?" and they went "HUH? don't bluff! you're working already what!" yeah. and my darling sis jjust stood in the background. laughing her head off. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZM9WU81I/AAAAAAAAAU8/M4bCtS_l_fM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748010447663954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZM9WU81I/AAAAAAAAAU8/M4bCtS_l_fM/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis cute lil' girl is called seraphina.HAHA. nana! you've got a namesake! and shes cuter than you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZNftPZPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/60Ojyr_nSfs/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748019670574322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZNftPZPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/60Ojyr_nSfs/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like eva too:) in fact, shes the best.cos shes the most dong shi one. it's like, she is mischievious, but she knows when to keep her distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate clingy children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZNjPhsjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/w-VSqe3fBL0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748020619686450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZNjPhsjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/w-VSqe3fBL0/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this. is chloe, one of my wannabe"children"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZNjlWTdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/veoTZEeadyU/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748020711214546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZNjlWTdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/veoTZEeadyU/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. her again:) couldn't resist. she'sjust too adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZN1c7IBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IJgceDR8_I0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211748025507717138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPZN1c7IBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IJgceDR8_I0/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dionne. another wannabe kid:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. sheesh i'll upload china pictures ANOTHER TIME. stupid me just deleted all of those that i uploaded:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i've got nothing to do. might as well upload them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being fickle is a women's preorgative:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgsux98bI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5bm8UPOFf-k/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211756252874273202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgsux98bI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5bm8UPOFf-k/s200/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sis on a china bus. titus is in the background somehow:) and he looks a bit lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgtHqUxsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fU0OzY8mbec/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211756259553101506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgtHqUxsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fU0OzY8mbec/s200/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me on the phone. one wuliao picture that my sis took. along with her zi lian photos. and yes, i was actually on the phone. to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgtaVOMBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LPhqu3ndJFU/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211756264564862994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgtaVOMBI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LPhqu3ndJFU/s200/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPdwYpuEJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/C3Gzp9WBh0o/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPdw-2JnzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Cw1zGdaDSNA/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPdw-JE0EI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sNtdEWKVcJM/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPdxdRNKRI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fI8HrFt_QGA/s1600-h/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPdxwgaXPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TyeH2pKIvI0/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brazillian buffet! haha. see the shock look on my mum's face? yeah. the place reminded me of sonia and voracious:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgtiEsHjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Dp6pnyVglUY/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211756266643004978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgtiEsHjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Dp6pnyVglUY/s200/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm,i'm kinda teaching a chinese song. and they understood me! andrew's playing the guitar, and my sis is trying not to laugh at the last minute actions that i'm making up on the spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgt81W5MI/AAAAAAAAAWs/EyCfdEJKICA/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211756273826456770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPgt81W5MI/AAAAAAAAAWs/EyCfdEJKICA/s200/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.emily and andrew sparring. so totally imbar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and we ate like MACs EVERYDAY. sheesh. but their macs is cheap la.just that. i'm really tired of burgers now. no more KAP for me, i hope!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;really tired. tomorrow got a 10k run up mount faber. hope i wake up. hopw i don't die halfway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6160144231594358306?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6160144231594358306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6160144231594358306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6160144231594358306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6160144231594358306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-came-i-saw-i-conquered.html' title='I came, I saw, I conquered.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SFPkNlkUUAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9akqiWZwLw8/s72-c/IMG_1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-6595082755455849220</id><published>2008-06-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:57:33.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHT, SCORE</title><content type='html'>ALtos fought today. i could sense it. I am proud to be an alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst. i won't be round for next week. uphold me in prayer:)&lt;br /&gt;and don't call/msg me for goodness sake between 7th and 14th June.&lt;br /&gt;unless you wanna incur overseas charges...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-6595082755455849220?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/6595082755455849220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=6595082755455849220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6595082755455849220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/6595082755455849220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/06/fight-score.html' title='FIGHT, SCORE'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-5898899750220551699</id><published>2008-05-29T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:20:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remind me</title><content type='html'>I've done all i could already&lt;br /&gt;this is my best shot, and i really don't think i would have done it differently during the same time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all that is to happen will happen&lt;br /&gt;and my Future is in God's hands, so no amount of worrying is going to change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God has my best interests at heart. he knows what i need, so i'm going to trust in him completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that i should stop whining about myself and look to the brighter side of life, and the silver lining that lines this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...i just had jap buffet with sylvia, jeanette and erm, yeah me. haha. we were so STUFFED. i've never eaten that much raw food in my entire life! eesh. talking and eating at the same time so doesn't mix well man. by the end of the meal,we were all like old women, esp jeanette. who was grunting and making weird noises and rolling all over the place like she was about to give birth. But the fellowship was nice:)&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun knowing that jeanette sure watches a lot of TV. apparently it helps her in her GP.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM SPA. oh man. sonia will tell you of my stupidity. i had to collect the crystals for prep of standard solution not once, not twice, but FIVE TIMES. can you imagine? yeah.and so my poor bench mate sonia had to deal with me passing by her table like 5 times. the first time, i didn't realise that we were suppose to dissolve it in ACID and not WATER. the second time, i was happiliy rinsing the beaker, when i realised that i overshot the mark., the 3rd and4th time, i forgot to tare the beaker before putting the crystals in. and FINALLY. the fifth time. i got it RIGHT. haha. oh well, and for once in my life, i could CALCULATE! oh man. i'm so proud that i actually knew what was going on. and i actually remembered all the skill B stuff.&lt;br /&gt;now the next hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;CTS&lt;cry&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a secret agent &lt;cue&gt;. ah well. let's see if tomorrow all goes according to plan! if it does...okay. IT SHALL GO ACCOR TO PLAN. haha. and let's see if i can wrangle a confession from somebody.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, this is so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. here's my nice emo, sweet, touching, lovely, etcetc part&lt;br /&gt;to haocheng,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being such a nice choir friend, the tenor whos not really a tenor but actually a bass, but who behaves like a tenor anyway. thanks for being such a vital part of FB. know that when you leave, you're not going alone. but the entire spirit of FB goes with you. we'll be your source of comfort in your new foreign land.we'll be your rock back on this island of singapore! i know this island is small...but you had better not forget us! orr..we'll go to NY and hantum you:) thanks for laughing at my pidgin chinese, and for pointing out my mistakes in attempting to master your native language. i don't know why i even try. thanks for making us laugh with the scandal we cooked up and entertained us for weeks about it. thanks for always being there, being present and adding to the life and love of FB. of this group thats like family. thanks, most importantly, for being YOU. cos you're special, and there's no one like you:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to MANUEL,&lt;br /&gt;thanks oh german one, for adding so much life into 08s17STONE. you've been loved by the class since day one, no matter how different you look, whether it is your skin colour or hair colour, deep down inside, we've looked at you as just another fellow Njcian. another one of us. you belong, man! thanks for being the class lighthouse, if we are stranded, we always know where the rest of the class is. cos you are the class. and the class is you.thanks for participating so wholeheartedly in every single school event,and hyping up the class along with you. thanks for being so singaporean, and for teaching the us that no matter where you go, a person is still a person. thanks for being yourself, and yet with such a claim on the singapore culture, you could have been one of us. we love you and we'll see you in germany one of these dayS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering why i'm only mentioning these 2. it's cause they're leaving. the rest of you can hang around till i rejuvenate myself so that i can sheng qi shi zu and go and write nice stuff. which will prob be in another months time. ehh. people cannot just snap fingers and come up with sweet saccharrine stuff.eh. actually i can leh. cos i'm naturally sweet what. HAHA. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-5898899750220551699?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/5898899750220551699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=5898899750220551699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5898899750220551699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/5898899750220551699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/05/remind-me.html' title='remind me'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3133336602065601231</id><published>2008-05-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:38:49.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't quite get you</title><content type='html'>i realised that my blog post titles tend to be the same as my msn nicks&lt;br /&gt;this just proves that eunice is not dysfunctional, contrary to popular belief. and that she does not have an identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's practice was disappointing. and i know that a lot of it may be my fault.i've been doing self-reflecting. and i think i need to tune myself and FOCUS. yesyesyes.GO EUNICE&lt;does&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are here. and they are a LIE.sheesh. my whole holiday is booked and spent. i feel like it's not even a break. seriously i need a break.my life is going past me at a rate thats too fast for me to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum says that i'm too complicated a person. that i should think simple. yeah.i guess thats my problem. i keep looking at the larger picture. the more difficult problems, that i miss out all the nitty-gritty details that make up the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid Bio VA! what kind of marking scheme is this, can somebody explain? eesh. it's like 10 questions, and then i make ONE single mistake. should be 9/10 right? but NOOOO. it's 8/11??????&lt;br /&gt;can somebody please explain? cos it's not making sense???&lt;br /&gt;at least it should be 9/11?&lt;br /&gt;hello? it's 2% of my bio grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. thats actually not a lot. i also dunno why i so ji dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has no head no tail:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye Haocheng. i will miss you lots:)&lt;br /&gt;bye manuel i'll miss you lots too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is in no mood to write mushy goodbye stuff. so she shall delay it yet again. can't help it. i still feel cheated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so. i promise i'll write nice sweet stuff another time. when this cheated heart of mine has healed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3133336602065601231?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3133336602065601231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3133336602065601231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3133336602065601231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3133336602065601231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-quite-get-you.html' title='i don&apos;t quite get you'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-4126693248662535080</id><published>2008-05-25T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:29.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, i have a fast internet connection today, so i shall post all my random photos. HAHA. i never even knew i had some of them! they're basically me and yunjie and sonia and nana and jeaness. cos we happen to like take A LOT of photos during PW to keep ourselves sane:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed looking at my crazy self, and i'm sure you will too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFIwl73I/AAAAAAAAATU/d_wLnHDnB-0/s1600-h/soniaeunsomeone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204315177467899762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFIwl73I/AAAAAAAAATU/d_wLnHDnB-0/s200/soniaeunsomeone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonia, me and yunjie. From this, you know that sonia's mouth is the biggest.HAHA. this is evidence of what she does ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFYwl74I/AAAAAAAAATc/CFSa2Xk4oBE/s1600-h/venice+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204315181762867074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFYwl74I/AAAAAAAAATc/CFSa2Xk4oBE/s200/venice+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during PAE! YJ, me and shihui. in CA6. the smelly container classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFowl75I/AAAAAAAAATk/2qjl3Gac18I/s1600-h/Farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204315186057834386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFowl75I/AAAAAAAAATk/2qjl3Gac18I/s200/Farewell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday during Manuel's farewell at seoul garden:( i'm quite sad that he's leaving on a jet plane.he's added so much fun and laughter to our lives. in fact, he's more Singaporean than Me! he uses "DUH, LAH, LORH" like they're part of his native language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you! the class won't be the same without you, our beloved lighthouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second note, look at my hair in this pic! yeah. that's my new short hair. the mrs p---- hairstyle (rolls eyes at clarissa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxF4wl77I/AAAAAAAAAT0/NoCW6e_4VLQ/s1600-h/foodfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204315190352801714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxF4wl77I/AAAAAAAAAT0/NoCW6e_4VLQ/s200/foodfair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. this is at foodfair! with our failure KAYA TOAST. which was actually pretty tasty, but did not suit consumer taste and preference:) oops. too much econs:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFowl76I/AAAAAAAAATs/anDKFJZBKVQ/s1600-h/eunice7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204315186057834402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFowl76I/AAAAAAAAATs/anDKFJZBKVQ/s200/eunice7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here begins a series of mad photos nana, ness and niece took while sonia and yj were out buying lunch:)&lt;br /&gt;USING NANA"S MACBOOK:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwIwl7yI/AAAAAAAAASs/9kM-AWmbacQ/s1600-h/eunice3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314816690646818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwIwl7yI/AAAAAAAAASs/9kM-AWmbacQ/s200/eunice3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwYwl7zI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7KEYbrBbd8I/s1600-h/eunice4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314820985614130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwYwl7zI/AAAAAAAAAS0/7KEYbrBbd8I/s200/eunice4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this is the weird face morphing thing. there were WORSE photos. but nana didn't pass them to me, so, yeah. i still got face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwowl70I/AAAAAAAAAS8/u1zDbDvmh0E/s1600-h/eunice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314825280581442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwowl70I/AAAAAAAAAS8/u1zDbDvmh0E/s200/eunice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the grand canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwowl71I/AAAAAAAAATE/aVhbawfK23g/s1600-h/eunice5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314825280581458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwowl71I/AAAAAAAAATE/aVhbawfK23g/s200/eunice5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colour pencil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwowl72I/AAAAAAAAATM/_g5_LmHo5zI/s1600-h/eunice8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314825280581474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlwwowl72I/AAAAAAAAATM/_g5_LmHo5zI/s200/eunice8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clouds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0Q4wl78I/AAAAAAAAAT8/8TjlkLHcQek/s1600-h/LT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318677866246082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0Q4wl78I/AAAAAAAAAT8/8TjlkLHcQek/s200/LT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08s17 in LT3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0Q4wl79I/AAAAAAAAAUE/pYKGoXtA-yw/s1600-h/sports+day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318677866246098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0Q4wl79I/AAAAAAAAAUE/pYKGoXtA-yw/s200/sports+day1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS DAY PHOTOS! yj, me and sonia. that's the number 17, by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0RIwl7-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/1PkQ1PwlbXs/s1600-h/sports+day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318682161213410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0RIwl7-I/AAAAAAAAAUM/1PkQ1PwlbXs/s200/sports+day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline,cherry,mengqiao,yj,sonia and me. actually, yj nia and me not supposed to be in the photo, but being the high people that we were, we just cut in! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0RIwl7_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rbjw2Plmwqc/s1600-h/sports+day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318682161213426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0RIwl7_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rbjw2Plmwqc/s200/sports+day+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonia and me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0RYwl8AI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6RUrDMzmHwk/s1600-h/sports+day4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318686456180738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDl0RYwl8AI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6RUrDMzmHwk/s200/sports+day4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08S17 milo class! man. we were so high during sports day. if only people caught us throwing pom poms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh:) this is an additional part:) sentosa pictures, which i think are quite nice. basically, they're just of my dad, my sis and me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDmDE4wl8CI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XQXdaMu1v5w/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204334964382232610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDmDE4wl8CI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XQXdaMu1v5w/s200/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDmDFYwl8DI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jDFnGP00b9o/s1600-h/IMG_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204334972972167218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDmDFYwl8DI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jDFnGP00b9o/s200/IMG_0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDmDEYwl8BI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bfAvC9ZUHkQ/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204334955792298002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDmDEYwl8BI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bfAvC9ZUHkQ/s200/IMG_0952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-E_2tbt6hY/SC8DUxAIwHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_H3QgfvwkGU/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/05/apparently-i-have-fast-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/SDlxFIwl73I/AAAAAAAAATU/d_wLnHDnB-0/s72-c/soniaeunsomeone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-9024600350854546853</id><published>2008-05-19T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:35:55.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hair today, gone tomorrow</title><content type='html'>i took a daring leap of faith today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;drumroll&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHOPPED OFF MY HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a bit of an exaggeration actually.&lt;br /&gt;i sent myself to the hairdresser's and got it chopped there.&lt;br /&gt;that way, it's not my fault that it turned out in this fashion! heh.&lt;br /&gt;but actually, it's not too bad. i actually like it.plus. it was done by a novice, so eunice the maganimous had just sacrificed her crowning head of glory for some novice hair-cutter to get a bit of experience.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how THICK my hair is. cos i was like reading my reader's digest while the guy kept snipping. and then after a while i was thinking...i've read finish my mag, so by right he should be done...&lt;br /&gt;but nooooooooooooo. he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;then i happened to stare at my lap. man. i saw a pool of hair staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't dare to look at the floor. all i can say is i left the hairdressers' flooded with hair. like everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;and i happened to be the only one in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyes evil twin, i've thought everything over already, and i'm FINE. it's just that eunice the famous has been so busy, she hasn't updated the shift in her mindset on her blog.so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm FINE:D&lt;br /&gt;i just thought things over, and contrary to Ja's advice (which is bordering on the line of rubbishness and making abstract sense) i've decided to 'resurrect' my optimistic nature. that disappeared about the time i joined NJ. heh. oh well. i see the good in every situation, and i believe that there's something good that will come out from every experience.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends:)&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be bothered to type out a whole long list of who i love and for what reason. the fact is, i've got lotsa other stuff to do. so just know that, if you're my friend, i love you, i really do, from the bottom of this lazy heart of mine:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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guess i'm wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought...that nothing would come in between our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'm wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought...i could believe everyone and take what they say at face value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'm wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being wrong.ihate feeling suspicious of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;to have so many things that i've always believed in thrown back in my face&lt;br /&gt;and proven otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the world i once knew has becomed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;the people i thought i could trust, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you are the only one i can trust.&lt;br /&gt;the only unchanging God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i'll hold on to your inchanging love.&lt;br /&gt;you are the strength of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;and my portion forever.&lt;br /&gt;hide me under your wings.&lt;br /&gt;cover me with your mighty hands&lt;br /&gt;Lord i'm weak. but in you, i can be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-4337348701297237363?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/4337348701297237363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=4337348701297237363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4337348701297237363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/4337348701297237363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-that-i-once-knew-is-disintegrating.html' title='all that i once knew is disintegrating'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-7168002267911896060</id><published>2008-05-03T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:20:46.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like the flowers. the daffodils.the mountains.thegreenfields.</title><content type='html'>So many things happened today; this week; no. a lot of things have happened since i last blogged. which happens to be quite a long time ago, as i can INFER from the exclaimation by clarissa(who is not a genius) that i've gotta get this blog moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd NDP recording &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; last wednesday. basically, the highlight of the whole day was the &lt;em&gt;dinner&lt;/em&gt;, to hear sonia say it. haha.but i think it's more cool that we have this mr. army guy who personally comes and escorts us from NJ to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pavane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; recording studio. i like that name!it sounds so POSH, so french, so....&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mama mia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!haha:) yeah, anyway, i was wondering, does the army really have that much personnel to spare that a bunch of innocent NJC choir kids need a commando's escort? but it makes us feel important, so i'm not complaining!chester says he's a commando. i'm not sure. but if the colour of his burrea...bearuer. sheesh..forget it. the colour of his HAT is anything to go by...yeah. i guess he's somebody of quite a high rank&lt;br /&gt;oh well. canadian pizza was gooooooooooooooooood. i didn't gorge myself:)unlike ahem. HAHA. 6.5 slices is 3 too many for a girl,Sonia!&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder that the other 3 voracious behaved themselves.but we DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have got to praise God. just last week, i was emo-ing to my sunday school class about my inability to cope with the pressures thats building in from all directions...parents, friends, schoolwork, CCA. yeah, and i remember feeling down and all that, esp it since it seems like my school work was suffering...and i was thinking. i'm in NJC for goodness sake. i don't even deserve to be here! i'm like at the bottom of the cohort or somthin. yeah. and GOd showed his grace and mercy, giving me some GOOD news to think about, for a change.&lt;br /&gt;i passed my bio AND my econs test!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. and the circumstances for my passing makes it even more spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;thank you GOD esp for that 80% in bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i know my class thinks i'm a freakish mugger. the truth is, i'm not. i just have a great GOD who knows the exact encouragement that i need, and is able to give me just that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra's house session was...let's just say i'm not proud of how terra behaved in front of the new house capt and the elects. although at that time it seemed right, the more i think about it, the more i feel that we shouldn't have let personal grudges stand in the way of respecting the person in charge. and i hope that it won't happen again. not just to show face to the HAT, but to for the sake of TERRA. we can't just let the HAs and the HAT do all the enthusiastic stuff. the house is made up of people and each one of us contributes. thats what i believe. no matter how much i dislike him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i sound so serious and POlitically correct. but WHO CARES? i don't.i'll say what i like. sheesh. i'm back to the business of answering my own questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College day/food fair/ emo day.&lt;br /&gt;thats like TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;college day performance was how i expected it to be. nothing too fantastic,but then,what do you expect when we're the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buffer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; item? the people who sing when no one watches. and then we went up to the gallery and stood at attention for 20 minutes. without talking. in our gowns. in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes that was BAD. and so, while i stoned there. i started thinking about the seniors. cause we were all facing one another and yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made me... pensive?i'll miss all of them. really.&lt;br /&gt;cause we've spent so much time together.but cause they're ALL nice people.thats what nia and i conclude. even though we do talk about somepeople... essentially they're all nice.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and my darling class sold KAYA TOAST for food fair.&lt;br /&gt;on the way home i was thinking about the injustice about this all. essentially, we're paying DOUBLE into the school's pocket. and the principal must be laughing her way to the bank, due to no fault of hers.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;you see. we paid for the raw materials, and contributed to the general fund that funds the buying of food materials. then we PURCHASE the products from the stores again. isn't that like taking money out of our pocket a 2nd time? thing is, not many people were sure what the food fair was all about? who was our target audience? who were invited? could we invite other people?and could i stop sounding like my econs teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;talking about my econs teacher.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i had econs make-up today. brilliantly, we went to CA6, only to find it locked. and so my brilliant class did what we were brilliant at, brilliantly. we STONED. yeah. we just didn't move from outside CA6. never mind that it was sweltering hot. yeah, we just stoned until the terrorist came. which was like, LATE. and we spent the entire time doing what singaporeans are best at. COMPLAINING. yeah.then we toured the entire first floor. trying to find an empty classroom. we were praying so hard that all the class rooms would be locked. cos then we'd be able to CANCEL econs. oh well. didn't happen. the LAST classroom which was FURTHEST away from the CA6 was unlocked. pfffft. talk about wasted time. and then he had to Talk about his personal life story, which made sonia and i have to rush for lunch.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonia's put on 4 kg. i don't dare to see how much i've put on.&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to pass my 5-items. SBJ to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;i need to diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bulk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAHHHHHH..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-7168002267911896060?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/7168002267911896060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=7168002267911896060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7168002267911896060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7168002267911896060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-many-things-happened-today-this-week.html' title='i like the flowers. the daffodils.the mountains.thegreenfields.'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-23920675456060811</id><published>2008-04-21T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:16:37.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is butter, melon, cauliflower</title><content type='html'>i wonder what it's like to have amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost like getting a 2nd go at life, you know?&lt;br /&gt;it's like you wake up one day with the first half of your life erased from your memory.&lt;br /&gt;you can start all over again&lt;br /&gt;oh sure, there would be pain and all.&lt;br /&gt;but if you're amnesaic, you probably won't even realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, why would I even WANT to be amnesaic?&lt;br /&gt;i love my life. I'm glad that this is where God has put me.&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't have asked for a better location.&lt;br /&gt;or better situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.maths test tomorrow. and contrary to popular belief that Nj is a mugger school who can't take jokes, let's get this straight people,&lt;br /&gt;we're FAR from mugger.&lt;br /&gt;serious. i can count on my fingers the number of people in my class who have studied for the test.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don't think i can count them. it's probably ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;ohh well, maybe it's just my class.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it IS just my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woMAN, i just realised that i've been contradicting myself for the last 2 statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really care? Nooooo:)&lt;br /&gt;my life must be pretty sad if i have to answer my own questions!&lt;br /&gt;oh well. the things that are drving me up the wall now&lt;br /&gt;are vans, cars and lorries.&lt;br /&gt;except that they have suction pads on their wheels so they can balance on the walls:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a fun day at school.&lt;br /&gt;laughed NON-stop with sonia, yunjie, and evil twin&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was more like evil twin and i laughing at our stupid jokes&lt;br /&gt;and sonia and yunns laughing at us...&lt;br /&gt;man, chem lectures are so fun.&lt;br /&gt;guess what we learnt today?&lt;br /&gt;how to know when is the right time to copy down whats on the screen!&lt;br /&gt;the hall gets deathly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed this strange phenomenom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;breaking&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that choir peeps have this strange sorta affinity for each other_._&lt;br /&gt;(btw, that's a person, lying down and giving the diao face)&lt;br /&gt;it's like we can congregate in the middle of no where!&lt;br /&gt;like in the canteen in the walkway&lt;br /&gt;man, we're way too bonded&lt;br /&gt;we can sense each other from miles.&lt;br /&gt;it's like we have some radar-thing-a-ma-ling&lt;br /&gt;that senses out the choir people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just tend to cheer each other up&lt;br /&gt;just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn'tmean i don't love my class, does it?&lt;br /&gt;cos i do:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how yunn and nia can tahan my unglamness and rubbishness&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cos i provide them entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i've said a lot ofoh wells.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that if i don't stop blogging, i'll never get my PI done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-23920675456060811?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/23920675456060811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=23920675456060811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/23920675456060811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/23920675456060811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-butter-melon-cauliflower.html' title='Life is butter, melon, cauliflower'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1952933266447288672</id><published>2008-04-16T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:16:29.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you find my brain for me? i seem to have lost it</title><content type='html'>it's all over...and i don't know if i should be happy or sad, disappointed or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELAINE YIP, STOP LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Cantab is over, and i suppose it wasn't an excellent performance, but i know we put in our best, and we all enjoyed ourselves. at least i did. and the seniors are now all gone.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is not working today. so whatever nice touching little things i wanted to say, i can't express them:)&lt;br /&gt;and that's all because of stupid Chem VA which lasted until 9.30:( i've never stayed in school till so late.then when it was all over, i reached home like at 11pm. by the time i got down to studying for econs, i was so dead tired, but i forced myself awake. anyway, i slept at like 1 plus am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was SO STONED. that i only woke up at like 7am. LATE, duh. but basically this is what went thru my mind when my sister came blazing into my room shouting:"it's 7am! it's 7am! we're gonna be late!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice's brain" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ehhh, 7 am&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what has t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat got to do with me? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wait. what day is today? saturday? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wait but didn't i have to study for econs test? so that means today i have econs which =to school. is today thursday? then i can leave at 730 right? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;pause&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wait. don't i have PE? that means today is wednesday, which means i have to report at 730&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;long&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which means...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this is part where i shout verbally: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice's mouth:" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm LATE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I"m LATE! AHHHHHHHHH!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me 5 whole minutes to realise that i was going to be late. and now you know who usually wakes the family up cos my sister was late too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just chiong-ed out of the house and went on the train. I shared the train with working adults who can be the most inconsiderate species of people on earth...&lt;br /&gt;then i reached school and was late for econs lecture, so weighing the marginal cost and benefits, i decided that it was better not to go:)&lt;br /&gt;heh! then i talked to chicken, eugenia and jaime:) what we talked about is for us to know and you to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the seniors. every last one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1952933266447288672?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1952933266447288672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1952933266447288672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1952933266447288672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1952933266447288672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-find-my-brain-for-me-i-seem-to.html' title='Can you find my brain for me? i seem to have lost it'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-493011711633805506</id><published>2008-04-12T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:16:53.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANTABILE 22ND</title><content type='html'>CHIONG CAUSE CANTAB'S COMING CHOIR!&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that my previous few posts were rather depressing to read. rather unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, a person deserves to have a few downs in their life, right?&lt;br /&gt;whats important is how a person bounces back, and how she pulls through.&lt;br /&gt;and with whose help she pulls through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Cantab is like TOMORROW, and i pray that we all sing our best.&lt;br /&gt;and that we all put in our heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;and that it will be a fullhouse.&lt;br /&gt;and that the audience will love it.&lt;br /&gt;cause that's who it's for right? the audience...&lt;br /&gt;and then again,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's for us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, we were playing around with aliterations the other day at the choir store:)&lt;br /&gt;or to be more specific, the whiteboard at the choir store:)&lt;br /&gt;and this is what me,nia,sixuan,jaja, and yongjian came up with&lt;br /&gt;fyi, the ones in brackets were thought of by the jaja the meanie.&lt;br /&gt;haha, altos are nice people okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(surprisingly) Sopranos (sometimes) Sing So Sweetly&lt;br /&gt;(actually) Altos Are Always Awesome&lt;br /&gt;(tentatively) TenorsThink They'll Triumph (eugene says it should be: Tenors Think They're Tokgong. or however you spell that word)&lt;br /&gt;(basically) Bassos Beat Boys Butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i realised that the basses statement is A BIT out of point. and it doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;but thats cos aliteration is tough work&lt;br /&gt;thats why i'm so proud of myself for coming up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR CHIONG CAUSE CANTAB'S COMING, CAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rule.&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love fruitbasket.&lt;br /&gt;i love shi-er-sheng-xiao.&lt;br /&gt;wait. they're the same people.&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;horse,goat,mouse,dragon,cow,pig,dog,monkey,snake,rabbit,chicken,tiger&lt;br /&gt;that's in random order.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm kantang. so i'm not sure of the right order.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always secretly amazed at how when some people in shi-er-sheng-xiao want to do head-count when we go out(ehm, don't even ask why we need a head count)&lt;br /&gt;they'll go according to the 12 shengxiao thing.&lt;br /&gt;i always get stuck at mouse.&lt;br /&gt;which happens to be the first one on the list i think.&lt;br /&gt;man, i need to get in touch with my roots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;eunice is back to normal:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-493011711633805506?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/493011711633805506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=493011711633805506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/493011711633805506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/493011711633805506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/04/chiong-cause-cantabs-coming-choir-i.html' title='CANTABILE 22ND'/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1789720514109000069</id><published>2008-04-06T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:33:23.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eunice is not emo:)she just had a randomly RARE quiet moment.which she exploited to think thru certain things i officially declare my hatred for PW as an examinable subject why should they need to TEST us on how well our social and analytical skills are? it don't make any sense.PW is fun and all, but all joy is removed because of the need to hand in papers and the reminder that we're graded on how we perform.Embarking on projects shouldn't be so tough I say.i mean, if you've got a passion for something, then DO IT! don't be restricted by the many laws that the education system has in place. how do they expect entrepreneurs to be borned out of such a system?pfffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love NJchoir. i have no idea what i'd do if i wasn't in choir. Jc life is so tough, sometimes i feel like just giving up. i know i'm spending too much time in choir.and i know i'm neglecting a lot of stuff. these are sacrifices which i know i'm making, but i'm not sure if all this is worth the sacrifice. i love being in choir cos after a long day at school, being surrounded by people who love the same things as i do is just so heart-warming. and then i stop and think, there are some things we can never do together, cos not all share the same love for God that i and some others have. and then i'll feel guilty. cos i feel that i haven't exactly lived life the way God wants me to live.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm neglecting a lot of things. things that shouldn't be neglected. this is the price i'm paying. but for what? is it really worth it? i'm sacrificing my family, my friends, my spiritual life, my studies (to a certain extent) and all for what?&lt;br /&gt;give me a bit more time and maybe i'll work this out.i guess balance is the key. i need to balance. i need to put in 100 percent for everything, and i guess even the best balancing acts may not take me that far. then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i am serious. maybe i'm just stressed out. I love the weekends cos i have one whole day to catch up on my work and i'll feel very accomplished!cos i'll look at my gorgeous black notebook and go,"done, done, done, check, check" woohoo!it's like all done:)&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed.i'm going mental.&lt;br /&gt;but i like pressure.ooh. yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.who are you fooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! this is driving me nuts. i'm turning schzophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;MAN!WO-MAN!&lt;br /&gt;save me from myself.i can't bear to watch myself self-destruct.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to ruin myself...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so disappointed in me. wheres eunice? the one who had the POWER??&lt;br /&gt;i need to be plugged in to God's power.i'm losing grip. and i hate it. i want to be in control of my life. but it.just.keeps.slipping.away.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can't be in control all the time. maybe i should just live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not making any sense am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1789720514109000069?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1789720514109000069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1789720514109000069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1789720514109000069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1789720514109000069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/04/eunice-is-not-emoshe-just-had-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-693912189542353638</id><published>2008-04-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:47:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was supposed to update, cos my evil twin wants some entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;but was caught up doing PwPi research...which wasn't very fufilling at all&lt;br /&gt;nia and yunjie claim that i left my brain and my common sense at home cos i kept being muddled today. yeah. i just muddle wuddled my way thru today.must be the flu. my nose is stuffed like a choked toilet bowl and my table looks like a snowstorm has just been thru with it. It's stormed with toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;i miss italy. oh yes i do.i miss the fun.the CAREfreeness&lt;br /&gt;i miss cedar too.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a 2nd chance to do everything better.&lt;br /&gt;either that, or it's my flu talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-693912189542353638?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/693912189542353638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=693912189542353638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/693912189542353638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/693912189542353638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-supposed-to-update-cos-my-evil-twin.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-500606671615724289</id><published>2008-03-25T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:30.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kFoss_UPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/1QQtdyRlEx8/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181679043019231474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kFoss_UPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/1QQtdyRlEx8/s200/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ali with the room KEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kFpss_UQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k5g-0okd0g8/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181679060199100674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kFpss_UQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k5g-0okd0g8/s200/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of myself! eunice the reigning shopping queen of UNNECESSARY stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kEUss_UNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ydmBo_emMaw/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181677599910219986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kEUss_UNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ydmBo_emMaw/s200/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venice hotel room, with my lovely roomie!us camera geniuses used the timer to take this lovely shot:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kEVMs_UOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-KtJqx8i4no/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181677608500154594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kEVMs_UOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-KtJqx8i4no/s200/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! this is in the &lt;strong&gt;TOILET&lt;/strong&gt;.erm not that you can really tell, cos ali and i are sitting on the toilet seats:)haha! i think we look like we're posing for an ad or something:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kCy8s_UKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/e3WjVA1NQac/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181675920578007202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kCy8s_UKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/e3WjVA1NQac/s200/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh:)i'm very proud of this photo kay! cos it's super post-cardish. this was like taken on a&lt;em&gt; bus &lt;/em&gt;so you can imagine my wonderful photog skills:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kC0Ms_ULI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3suG3esuMrY/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181675942052843698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kC0Ms_ULI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3suG3esuMrY/s200/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're on the boat to venice! don't you think my evil twin looks like some refugee escaping on a boat, no offense to the refugees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kC08s_UMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xXHxHHGHaFY/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181675954937745602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kC08s_UMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xXHxHHGHaFY/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another post-cardish picture, courtesy of the EXCELLENT photographer, ahem, &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;! haha, this is in venice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kADcs_UII/AAAAAAAAAO8/ktYtp1qSpmE/s1600-h/me+on+luggage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181672905510965378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kADcs_UII/AAAAAAAAAO8/ktYtp1qSpmE/s200/me+on+luggage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess where! &lt;strong&gt;CHANGI AIRPORT&lt;/strong&gt; of all the random places. I am actually seating on the luggage if you can't see clearly. and NO i'm not THAT heavy X) clara's just &lt;em&gt;acting&lt;/em&gt;, can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kADss_UJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-9ZJuNG3zrk/s1600-h/on+the+plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181672909805932690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kADss_UJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-9ZJuNG3zrk/s200/on+the+plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the emirates plane! daixi,clara,nia,me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics will come. i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-500606671615724289?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/500606671615724289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=500606671615724289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/500606671615724289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/500606671615724289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-and-ali-with-room-key-im-so-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-kFoss_UPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/1QQtdyRlEx8/s72-c/IMG_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-478248189082756669</id><published>2008-03-21T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:32.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi6cs_UDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UCxU3e1qTiY/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from the wonderful country of Italy!&lt;br /&gt;though we didn't win cat.winner, we still did our best and got our GOLD diploma level 4(24.22 points).&lt;br /&gt;the consolation? we were only 1 miserable point away from the cat winner&lt;br /&gt;cat, category, kucinta, geddit? haha!&lt;br /&gt;really want to post up the photos, but as usual, i'm too lazy and blogger is too slow.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll post up a few which actually has people in it.&lt;br /&gt;man, i miss voracious, J8, fruit basket:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi6cs_UDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UCxU3e1qTiY/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180163121427206194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi6cs_UDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UCxU3e1qTiY/s200/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vvvvvvvvvvoracious! me, clarissa,sonia,cheejun,eugene&lt;br /&gt;at dubai, where we did what we do best; GORGE ON FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi6cs_UDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UCxU3e1qTiY/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi7Ms_UEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/y5GEvtCgmYI/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180163134312108098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi7Ms_UEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/y5GEvtCgmYI/s200/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J8 at the venice hotel toilet:) clara, michael, jos,ali,me,chicken,nia,evil twin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi7ss_UFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BmzK6TbHjZg/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180163142902042706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi7ss_UFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BmzK6TbHjZg/s200/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9fruit basket-eers, which essentially is J8 plus haocheng.&lt;br /&gt;missing: 3 fruitbasketeers-eugene,chinsiang, cheryl:)&lt;br /&gt;can't find the pic we all took together-.- the one with the 12shengsiao:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi8Ms_UGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/somnQ7oXbO4/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180163151491977314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi8Ms_UGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/somnQ7oXbO4/s200/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTOS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a for alto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we love alto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;altos always sound so good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alto alto we love you&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;haha:) that actually comes with actions,courtesy of eunice eunice and nia:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a is for altos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a for a.l.t.o.s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a is for altos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a for a.l.t.o.s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so people people shout it out (alto, alto!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Alto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi8cs_UHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A3MQKxsN4fc/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180163155786944626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi8cs_UHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A3MQKxsN4fc/s200/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.haven't turned this photo right side up.&lt;br /&gt;but since i've gotta go eat dinner,this is roomate and me! eating gelatooooo!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-478248189082756669?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/478248189082756669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=478248189082756669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/478248189082756669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/478248189082756669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-from-wonderful-country-of-italy.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R-Oi6cs_UDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UCxU3e1qTiY/s72-c/IMG_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-8944720639668645041</id><published>2008-03-13T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:36:42.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm flying off to &lt;em&gt;Italia &lt;/em&gt;in approx 9 hours&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to feel the excitement, i guess:)&lt;br /&gt;it's not everyday that you travel halfway across the universe to sing...&lt;br /&gt;and i really thank GOd, njchoir and my parents for this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm gg to enjoy myself and take home good memories.&lt;br /&gt;NJ will do sgpore proud, Njchoir will do NJ proud, altos will do choir proud, I will do altos proud, and we'll all be proud of what we have achieved.&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the outcome.......................&lt;br /&gt;okay. but a good result will be nice:)&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU! this really is the last lap.&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning back now...&lt;br /&gt;bring back glory NJchoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8944720639668645041?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8944720639668645041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8944720639668645041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8944720639668645041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8944720639668645041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-flying-off-to-italia-in-approx-9.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-7680657652003081351</id><published>2008-03-08T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:32.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho, i just realised, this is my &lt;strong&gt;100th&lt;/strong&gt; post!&lt;br /&gt;*clap and whistle, scream and cheer*&lt;br /&gt;the blog is a century old, IF and only if you count the age of a blog by the number of posts it has... which most people don't.&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay that was &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised this very fascinating thingy about my blog&lt;drumroll&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;italics,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;/s&gt;underline&lt;/s&gt; got different style! chao cooool! haha. ...........................................DOTS.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ITALY is in FIVE DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh! i just realised how fast it is. pretty soon, i'll be on the plane, in the words of dot "whisked away" and it would be oh so "marvy". i just realised that i'm taking a BIG risk by doing this:) we'd better think of a more inconspicuos nickname for her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, unlike my hardworking evil twin, my italian vocab is limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;come stai&lt;/em&gt;"//com-mehr-star//how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Quanto? Quanto costa?&lt;/em&gt;"//KWAHN-toh? KWAHN-toh KOHS-tah?/// how much? how much does this cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/em&gt;"//sper-get-tee// pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;gelato&lt;/em&gt;"//ger-la-toh//an icecream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ferrari".... erm. okay i shall stop the lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, and i managed to find more phrases!&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, where are we?//&lt;em&gt;Mi scusi, dove siamo&lt;/em&gt;?//Mee SKOO-zee, DOH-vay syam-o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to buy a bottle of water, please.//&lt;em&gt;Vorrei comprare una bottiglia di acqua minerale, per favore&lt;/em&gt;.//Vor-RAY com-PRA-ray oon-ah boht-TEEL-lya dee AHK-wah mee-nay-RAH-lay, pehr fah-VOH-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go dancing!//&lt;em&gt;Andiamo ballare&lt;/em&gt;!//Ahn-DYA-moh bahl-LAH-ray! (or NAH-moh bahl-LAH! in Montecastellese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrr. dancing?&lt;br /&gt;ohh, this was funny!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Italian easy?//&lt;em&gt;Eh, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! geddit, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DID manage to find the Hotel Antony pictures. it looks so GOOD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Antony Palace is a new hotel" open in February 2006.Its architecture in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;steel and crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and its splendid interior design make this building a magnificent one. Located close to the most important shopping centre in Venice province, it allows easy access both to the lagoon and the main motorways.Five different floors create a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;distinct Venetian ambience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; each, and the 140 rooms of the hotel are designed to follow the atmosphere created in each plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotelantonypalace.hotelinvenice.com/zoom/?param[lang]=en&amp;amp;param[loc_country]=ITA&amp;amp;param[loc]=HIV&amp;amp;param[idhtl]=12201&amp;amp;page=overview&amp;amp;source=-hotel+antony+venice&amp;amp;image_url=esterno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exterior&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;strong&gt;executive floor&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;roof garden&lt;/strong&gt; encircles a wellness centre equipped with sauna, solarium, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Turkish bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, gymnasium and a large Jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotelantonypalace.hotelinvenice.com/zoom/?param[lang]=en&amp;amp;param[loc_country]=ITA&amp;amp;param[loc]=HIV&amp;amp;param[idhtl]=12201&amp;amp;page=overview&amp;amp;source=-hotel+antony+venice&amp;amp;image_url=hall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The hall of the hotel is another example of the accurate design of this property.Its grand chandeliers more than 10 meters high are made in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ruby blown Murano glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and cause wonderful light effects on crystals and marbles.The room is enriched with traditional Venetian objects and presents an onyx reception and elegant sofas and furniture&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what the website says:) haha!it sounds super cool and it looks even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture is worth a thousand words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R9Kwn-PYU1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zm1UxDrIkoc/s1600-h/recetpion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175393122571014994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R9Kwn-PYU1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zm1UxDrIkoc/s200/recetpion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reception hall, okay this was put here cos icouldn't find any other nicer pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R9KwouPYU2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/l6WbjoE4Paw/s1600-h/venice+bath+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175393135455916898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R9KwouPYU2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/l6WbjoE4Paw/s200/venice+bath+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the all important BATH ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R9KwouPYU3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Tp3LLVfkmp0/s1600-h/venice+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175393135455916914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R9KwouPYU3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Tp3LLVfkmp0/s200/venice+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOM! looks comfortable enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered. we're not staying there throughout the trip:( i hope the del garda hotel is as nice:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-7680657652003081351?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/7680657652003081351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=7680657652003081351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7680657652003081351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7680657652003081351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoho-i-just-realised-this-is-my-100th.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R9Kwn-PYU1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/zm1UxDrIkoc/s72-c/recetpion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-127881528577604608</id><published>2008-03-02T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T06:59:15.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to update. something that i haven't done in a long time...due to no fault of mine:)&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually it is my fault. i've been uber lazy. and busy.&lt;br /&gt;yes, for those who don't know my pain, this is it. I only get to go online 15mins during the week and an hour during the weekend. and it's not that i have strict computer restricting parents, but it's that i simply have NO TIME.&lt;br /&gt;timetimetime.&lt;br /&gt;i need more of it. a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things can be solved if i had more time.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if i really get my wish, i may ask for even more. i guess we're all like that&lt;br /&gt;DE CHUN JING CHI!&lt;br /&gt;haha my chinese rocks can?&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious. i went out with Og17 for kbox.&lt;br /&gt;and the waitress wanted to take our orders for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;huishan said she wanted plain water.&lt;br /&gt;but the waitress couldn't understand, cos she's a china lady&lt;br /&gt;so i appointed myself spokeperson and atempted to translate gallantly&lt;br /&gt;and i said "ta yao na ge pu tong de shui"&lt;br /&gt;then yunjie started laughing like mad and saying "BAI KAI SHUI!"&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;hahah:)&lt;br /&gt;this potato can speak chinese though! and that's pro:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, my brain cells are soaked in choir.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. choir just floods every moment of my being.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting so bad,&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep to &lt;em&gt;jap game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wake up to &lt;em&gt;hainan&lt;/em&gt; playing in my head&lt;br /&gt;my brain is seriously going bonkers!&lt;br /&gt;nia and i are spending every moment disecting the songs,&lt;br /&gt;figuring out what we're doing wrongggggggg...&lt;br /&gt;okay, i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2weeks to ITALY&lt;br /&gt;2weeks of HARD WORK&lt;br /&gt;2weeks of BRAIN CELL KILLINGs.&lt;br /&gt;altos are strong&lt;br /&gt;WILL POWER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-127881528577604608?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/127881528577604608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=127881528577604608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/127881528577604608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/127881528577604608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-supposed-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-8146930440662899882</id><published>2008-02-22T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:43:50.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had an extremely 'fufilling' road run yesterday:)&lt;br /&gt;ah nia, yunjie and i 'ran' our hearts and sweat out.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but we managed to come under 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;which is like a major accomplishment for us, the brisk-walking association:)&lt;br /&gt;then, yunjie, charis,ben,derek and me went to PS to eat pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;which was stupid of me, cause of the leetle metal bits wired to my teeth&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i put on braces like on thursday&lt;br /&gt;and like a total nube, i attempted to eat fishball meepok.&lt;br /&gt;and indeed, POK! the metal bit dropped out&lt;br /&gt;so i had to go and fix it back:(&lt;br /&gt;which wasted like another half an hour&lt;br /&gt;after which you'ld prob think that i would have learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. i still went ahead to eat aglio olio.&lt;br /&gt;haha. thanks to darling YUNJIE for keeping me company the whole time i took to eat the pastA:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel quite bad, cause i was actually supposed to go watch EL with choir pp.&lt;br /&gt;i changed my mind la:)&lt;br /&gt;haha. ITALY groupings are out! i love my group and room buddies:)&lt;br /&gt;and Wanyun. for putting me in such a nice group.&lt;br /&gt;ah nia, clara and i are gg to rock the room man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of choir, the tenors were so hilarious during road run.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say the UNFIT tenors were so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;haha. they just walked the whole race. until they reached the finish line of ROUND ONE&lt;br /&gt;(btw, the guys are supposed to run THREE rounds)&lt;br /&gt;then caleb decided to ACTION a bit.&lt;br /&gt;and he did the ke garisan pose, about 100 metres away from the ERp gantry thing, and pretended to sprint.&lt;br /&gt;and like some olympic medalist, he pretended to dash past the red tape.&lt;br /&gt;ah nia and i were laughing madly back at the grand stand la.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;i love nj choir&lt;br /&gt;i love nj choir ALTOS&lt;br /&gt;cause we are altosALMIGHTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8146930440662899882?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8146930440662899882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8146930440662899882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8146930440662899882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8146930440662899882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/02/had-extremely-fufilling-road-run.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-3589245328986561708</id><published>2008-02-17T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:33.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a very happy happy birthday!thanks to all the people who made my day so special, esp my darling beautiful mother:) who prepared sharks fin soup, and all my favourite dishes!the day was esp pleasant since i didn't have to go to school early:) was pleasantlysurprised by the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALTOFAN!&lt;/span&gt; haha, no more HOT ava choir sessions! hahaha! love ya, xuemin and sixuan:D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then those at the choir store sang me a birthday song while i smiled and looked around blankly:) hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then yunjie gave me a gorgeous FLOWER, that will last and last:) cause it's FURRY!hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you to all those who sent me msg. really sorry, i didn;t reply you guys. but if i did, i would have bursted my sms limit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jun,char,angela,bel,untip,jiemin,wayeshyang,netteyeo,netteng,rachtan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matthew,eugene:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope ididn't miss anyone out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thank you man u for giving me the biggest present by LOSING TO MAN CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahahhahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gw_b1GBbI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZXEI1iIvtgc/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167934438767986098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gw_b1GBbI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZXEI1iIvtgc/s200/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my alto-fan! alto, auto, geddit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gw_71GBcI/AAAAAAAAANs/rjHVEKDAVQY/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167934447357920706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gw_71GBcI/AAAAAAAAANs/rjHVEKDAVQY/s200/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; adeline and charis' present! CHOCOLATES, YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gxAL1GBdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HrIZJe4yQR4/s1600-h/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167934451652888018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gxAL1GBdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HrIZJe4yQR4/s200/IMG_2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha. the back of alicia's card. she claims to be the 1st one to sing a birthday song:) ah nia was the 2nd, haah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvFL1GBXI/AAAAAAAAANE/_HqUoiSClUk/s1600-h/IMG_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167932338528978290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvFL1GBXI/AAAAAAAAANE/_HqUoiSClUk/s200/IMG_2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jaime's present:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvF71GBYI/AAAAAAAAANM/5hMT-_JpRnY/s1600-h/IMG_2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167932351413880194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvF71GBYI/AAAAAAAAANM/5hMT-_JpRnY/s200/IMG_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nj choir vday present. can you believe it? i'm a 3 of hearts:( so small...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvGb1GBZI/AAAAAAAAANU/hK3O8KXqKWo/s1600-h/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167932360003814802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvGb1GBZI/AAAAAAAAANU/hK3O8KXqKWo/s200/IMG_2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alicia's beautiful card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvG71GBaI/AAAAAAAAANc/1XWPxNVqnmc/s1600-h/IMG_2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167932368593749410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gvG71GBaI/AAAAAAAAANc/1XWPxNVqnmc/s200/IMG_2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eunice2's cute bouncy thing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-3589245328986561708?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/3589245328986561708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=3589245328986561708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3589245328986561708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/3589245328986561708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-had-very-happy-happy-birthdaythanks.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R7gw_b1GBbI/AAAAAAAAANk/ZXEI1iIvtgc/s72-c/IMG_2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-2663547195349527723</id><published>2008-02-08T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:33.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R61CI71GA0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/mJTu7bphWww/s1600-h/dad,+kor+and+frederick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164857068930597698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R61CI71GA0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/mJTu7bphWww/s320/dad,+kor+and+frederick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins and my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R61CJL1GA1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MLCBHrWMQi4/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164857073225565010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R61CJL1GA1I/AAAAAAAAAI4/MLCBHrWMQi4/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cute dog at uncle lim's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R61CJb1GA2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZqZWWx0PGHU/s1600-h/me+and+elain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164857077520532322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R61CJb1GA2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZqZWWx0PGHU/s320/me+and+elain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i wore a qipao for the first day and it felt quite strange. and then i thought. in the past, before the westerners came and brainwashed our brains, all chinese women wore qipaos. so, i should feel proud for carrying on the tradition:D&lt;br /&gt;but ask me to wear it everyday and i'd probably laugh in your face. It has got to be the most uncomfortable piece of clothing ever. it's like you have to constantly SUCK IN YOUR STOMACH so that it doesn't protrude and form a bulge. then you can't eat too much, to prevent unwanted fats from being obvious.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm glad i'm born in the new millenium and not like the 1940s:)&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd day i wore some kind of strange hiphop-jazz combi. you'll laugh when you see it la. haha. i'll put up the photos another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to g-auntie kat's house yesterday and my two adorable cousins(not the ones you see in the pic)nigel and sergio were hooked on their psp:(&lt;br /&gt;haha. sergio(cute name eh?) was super funny. he was playing the sick sadistic game called vice city. and he very courteously gave us a running commentary on the game.haha! i can't remember the whole thing, but i think elaine has or will be posting it on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;i just remember feeling quite sad. cause he kept talking about killing this and killing that. and i was thinkin, he's only pri4 and he talks like some professional hitman!&lt;br /&gt;it's the society man, it's the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a while, i'll be off for dinner with my dad's friends. these are the guys who went to the billy graham crusade and are the fruits of his labour. uncle vincent, uncle kai cheong, uncle beekeong, uncle gerald, uncle alan, my dad, auntie tricia. i was just thinking. it's quite cool. among them, are 3 missionaries,1 deacon, 2 worship leaders, 1 sunday sch teacher.&lt;br /&gt;you can reallysee God working through their lives esp since all are 1st gen believers. really wonder what it will be like for me 40 years down the road. will me and my gen produce equally sterling results? will we still be serving the Lord? or would we have backslided and fallen off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I HAVE NOT fallen for him okay???it's impossible la.right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2663547195349527723?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2663547195349527723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2663547195349527723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2663547195349527723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2663547195349527723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/02/cousins-and-my-dad-cute-dog-at-uncle.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R61CI71GA0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/mJTu7bphWww/s72-c/dad,+kor+and+frederick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-2885547643779992735</id><published>2008-02-05T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:31:25.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gongxigongxi!&lt;br /&gt;haha. its Cny again. BUTTTT, like yang thinks(yes she actually does think), i totally don't feel festive at all.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. maybe cause Nj's CNY celeb are terrible:)&lt;br /&gt;or i've been so busy with choir that the time has just flown by:)&lt;br /&gt;i love nj choir. esp the j1s :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;pok pok kay(DF)my lovely twin euniceyeap, sonia ericksson, clara giselle mohan, ziyi, cheryl, kincheng, jocelyn, tiffany, stephanie, ALLICIA&lt;3,&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;erm. i think thats all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite shocking actually, when you think that i once hated choir. but i'm rather enjoying myself now.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, i do miss cedar peng you too. just that nj's been bombarding and brainwasshing me, that i've got not enough time to reminisce. maybe later:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2885547643779992735?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2885547643779992735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2885547643779992735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2885547643779992735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2885547643779992735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/02/gongxigongxi-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-8405949309769170961</id><published>2008-01-31T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:32:41.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised something fascnating.&lt;br /&gt;08s17 hasn't actually taken many photos:) especially when i go to bel or angela's blog&lt;br /&gt;and am bombarded by jj photos.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i seriously believe jj people are erm, cam-lovers&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i love 08S17&lt;br /&gt;we are so totally the most bonded lovable class.&lt;br /&gt;heh, since i have the time, i shall one-by-one thank the people who've made Nj so lovable to me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yunjie...LOVE YOU:) that is, if you even read this, muahahaha.my lovely stnics zhu peng hao yo&lt;br /&gt;haha, for the clueless, the last 4 words were in CHINESE.i love her, cause... shes HER! and darling, we share the same tastes, hehheh(only you and maybe ben will understand what i'm talking about)man, i love our chemistry, singing and crapping together:DD&lt;br /&gt;Sonia...fellow chorister!yay, go terraltos:) ok ok, it's suppose to be without the 'll' sound:)hahaha, thanks for smacking my back so hard-ly every morning. now i know that i have something to 'look' forward to&lt;br /&gt;Shihui...the one whos LEAVING us for Rj:P haha, yeah. will kinda miss you:D and your cranberry breakfast:)&lt;br /&gt;Charis...fellow cedarian!you lovable lump of laughter:)haha, 08s17 won't be the same without you:) can always count on you not to PS me when i decide to zi HIGH :D&lt;br /&gt;Shamini...you officially win the MOST HARDWORKING student in class! not that it's a close fight or anything, cause the rest of us are always slacking, or Thinking of slacking:)&lt;br /&gt;Joan...our darling house affiliate, and my gp buddeh:) you're chao SMART can?hahaha. thats GOOD:)&lt;br /&gt;Jolene...XIAO MEIMEI! cute and small, pint-sized oomphf!hahahah&lt;br /&gt;XiaoXin...hahaha, i still remember your cabbage joke:) even if everyone else doesn't like it, i think it's funny leh:)&lt;br /&gt;CLaire...hahaha,the only nanyang girl in our class. hahaha:)&lt;br /&gt;Adeline...you ah, absent yourself for 1 week:) but then, you turned out to be quite a lovable, fun-loving, erm...human? hahahahahaha, kidding la&lt;br /&gt;YuHUI...my fellow entertainer! yay, we rock la. you sing in chinese, i sing in english. chino-glish....hahaha. choir couldn't see a good thing when they could get it:)&lt;br /&gt;Tasmin...hahaha another anderson de:) still can see you and yuhui doing the LAMB thingy:)&lt;br /&gt;SuenLI...darling, you love taking photos too much la!hehheh, and your shoulder is chaoji nice to sleep on:D&lt;br /&gt;huishan...i love you MG girl! you're super fun la, unleash your WILD side doncha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...my class got a bit a lot the girls. i think i missed out 8 of you:)&lt;br /&gt;but rest assured, i'll write about you guys another day!. it's not that you're forgettable, it's because i'm forgetful:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben...my fellow gossiper, lecture stoner, tutorial slacker:) haha.hope you don't have to leave Nj, then i won't have anybody to talk rubbish to, and sing with:)remember our chinese translation of the sch song? hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Derek...class Ctrep:) equivalent to the one who does all the dirty work! hahahaha. thanks woman for doing all the stuff for all of us:)&lt;br /&gt;MANUEL...whos bro is automatic:Dhaha, nah. kidding only la. German guy, you're gonna leave us soon! i'm sure you'll miss our class of many colours!&lt;br /&gt;THOMAS...who knew that the aloof one actually had a personality?hahahaha. you're fun too! remember ganging up against ben, and tickling him to death? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll fill up the rest another time. i realised my comments have been getting LAMER AND LAMER.&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall STOP:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-8405949309769170961?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/8405949309769170961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=8405949309769170961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8405949309769170961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/8405949309769170961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-realised-something-fascnating.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-7791291699688971081</id><published>2008-01-28T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:35.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. here's half the photos that are worth looking at. the other half will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O3bbDcfI/AAAAAAAAAII/pmNkmFfpNwU/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160508199685812722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O3bbDcfI/AAAAAAAAAII/pmNkmFfpNwU/s320/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynette, batwoman- in-the-making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O37bDcgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/J06KgcAXMC4/s1600-h/IMG_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160508208275747330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O37bDcgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/J06KgcAXMC4/s320/IMG_1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wonderful sprint, with the 2 extras behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O4rbDchI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6wto1UD84Y0/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160508221160649234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O4rbDchI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6wto1UD84Y0/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys jump, take 101: pre-flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O5LbDciI/AAAAAAAAAIg/h-uH3njztCE/s1600-h/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160508229750583842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O5LbDciI/AAAAAAAAAIg/h-uH3njztCE/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aspiring (but failed) boy band members&lt;br /&gt;don't you think that waye looks like stamford raffles, boss looks like he's been enraptured by something, and jiemin just looks plain spastic:D&lt;br /&gt;hehe:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O5rbDcjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EZRa6-F9udI/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160508238340518450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O5rbDcjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EZRa6-F9udI/s320/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys jump, take 102: mid-flight&lt;br /&gt;waye shyang's body is extremely loooong, we know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53LjbbDcbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nj0TvDH5f1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160504557553545650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53LjbbDcbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nj0TvDH5f1Q/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping, take 1: pre-flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53Lj7bDccI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x6sApF67UoE/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160504566143480258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53Lj7bDccI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x6sApF67UoE/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping, take2: pre-flight(again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53LkbbDcdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F4nCDnu-5OU/s1600-h/IMG_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160504574733414866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53LkbbDcdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F4nCDnu-5OU/s320/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping take3:in the AIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53Lk7bDceI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XYlsE7-QE9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160504583323349474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53Lk7bDceI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XYlsE7-QE9Y/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've mastered the art of leaping and bounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53JPrbDcaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kE2U_RwZCcU/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160502019227873698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53JPrbDcaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kE2U_RwZCcU/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bk, before all the hyper activity took place:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love 08s17:)&lt;br /&gt;not that they are in my pictures.but still:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-7791291699688971081?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/7791291699688971081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=7791291699688971081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7791291699688971081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7791291699688971081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R53O3bbDcfI/AAAAAAAAAII/pmNkmFfpNwU/s72-c/IMG_1572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-1608941526053976361</id><published>2008-01-24T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:43:35.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R5l_CLbDcZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z5SLa1sPCp0/s1600-h/MOCHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159294523532341650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R5l_CLbDcZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z5SLa1sPCp0/s320/MOCHI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is MOCHI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously not the one that i'm selling, but just a peek on how MOCHI looks like for all those who don't know what mochi is:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1608941526053976361?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1608941526053976361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1608941526053976361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1608941526053976361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1608941526053976361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-mochi.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Pn-5Rw9BFo/R5l_CLbDcZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/z5SLa1sPCp0/s72-c/MOCHI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16052128.post-7938033244411368556</id><published>2008-01-24T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:14:19.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For He is God and I will YET praise him.&lt;br /&gt;you know, when disappointment sets in, it's so difficult to remember that God is in control&lt;br /&gt;But I know that he is.&lt;br /&gt;And regardless of what the world may say,&lt;br /&gt;I will YET praise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level results.&lt;br /&gt;It was AWFUL being register number&lt;strong&gt; FORTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's at times like this that i wish i could be &lt;em&gt;EUNICE YIP XINYI&lt;/em&gt; and not &lt;em&gt;YIP XINYI EUNICE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I waited for ages, and survived watching the screams and tears, the laughter and the cheers...&lt;br /&gt;yes. my heart beat DID get faster and fasterandfasterandfasterandfasterandfasterandfaster&lt;br /&gt;especially after yang got her results (SEVEN)&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;it was MY turn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. it was so anti-climax.&lt;br /&gt;I reached the table and suddenly miss lizah's phone CHOSE TO RING.&lt;br /&gt;and she said Oh sorry. you've gotta hold on for a while. It's my mother calling.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like. HURRY UP ALREADYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the suspense is/was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;so FINALLY, i got my results slip and form A.&lt;br /&gt;i peeked at my results slip. The ALPHABET column.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;a whole list of As! not bad:)&lt;br /&gt;and then my eyes did a double take to the NUMBERS column.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart PLUMMETED.&lt;br /&gt;basically, they were As. but they were A2S&lt;br /&gt;and then my tear glands started to become overworked.&lt;br /&gt;it was like a fountain that couldn't stop leaking.&lt;br /&gt;and i basically RIPPED open form A to look at my L1R5&lt;br /&gt;I got 9. NINE.&lt;br /&gt;after an 8 during the prelims, a NINE looked awfully despondent.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, I got distinctions for everything. JUST that they're all A2 distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;A1 for english was seriously pleasant. cause i thought i ruined my essay ( by the way I wrote on heroes)&lt;br /&gt;A1 for ss/geog was also pleasant. though it meant that i was just another statistic for LKC to brag about. BUT. it's my results and work. so she doesn't deserve credit.&lt;br /&gt;A1 for emaths was a relief&lt;br /&gt;especially when i saw an&lt;br /&gt;A2 for A maths. which made me start to cry all over again.especially since i was so confident of getting a 1 for it.&lt;br /&gt;A2 for history was A BIG SURPRISE. i expected a 2 since the malayan paper was terrible&lt;br /&gt;A2 for Chem. Quite relieved. but still....&lt;br /&gt;A2 for Bio. Sorely disappointed. I expected a 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. the point in saying all this. is that regardless of all my disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;i know that God is in total control and HE is watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a purpose for my scores.&lt;br /&gt;because he's not limited by human limitations&lt;br /&gt;if he wanted me to get a Six he could have EASILY done it&lt;br /&gt;so there's a lesson to be learnt from my nine.&lt;br /&gt;it just remains to be seen if i've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;basically, i think i've gotta learn humility.&lt;br /&gt;a person whos constantly successful, it's difficult to be humble.&lt;br /&gt;so it takes defeat to learn humility.&lt;br /&gt;and also. to not be complacent after excellent results.&lt;br /&gt;which was what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;and in all things God works for the good of those who love him and obey his commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i can stay in NJ.&lt;br /&gt;cause it's a lovely school. the people are wonderful and the atmosphere is great.&lt;br /&gt;those are terrrible adjectives.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i love NJ. lots.&lt;br /&gt;it's a borderline case i know.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll trust that God knows what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;cause i really don't want to be uprooted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. I'm in NJ choir.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite sheepish about that:)&lt;br /&gt;especially since i was the one who vehemently insisted that i'll never ever join choir again&lt;br /&gt;wellllllll here i am.&lt;br /&gt;in choir&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;but, i guess Jc choir is totally diff from sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;it's more fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALES PITCH!&lt;br /&gt;i'm selling MOCHI.&lt;br /&gt;1 box for 2.50.&lt;br /&gt;please contact me ASAP if you want to buy it&lt;br /&gt;thanks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08S17! love you guys. hope we don't get splitted up:)&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy birthday derek:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJ cheers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;NJC! we do our best we always will to serve to strive and not to yield NJC all the way, all the way NJC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4321!&lt;br /&gt;listen to our heartbeat!&lt;br /&gt;bom bom bom bom bom&lt;br /&gt;bom bom bom bom bom&lt;br /&gt;bom bom bom bom bom&lt;br /&gt;NJC AW!&lt;br /&gt;bom bom bom bom bom&lt;br /&gt;bom bom bom bom bom&lt;br /&gt;bom bom bom bom bom&lt;br /&gt;NJC AW!&lt;br /&gt;4321&lt;br /&gt;listen to our heart BEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my heart beats in time with yours. let me stay, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-7938033244411368556?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/7938033244411368556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=7938033244411368556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7938033244411368556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/7938033244411368556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-he-is-god-and-i-will-yet-praise-him.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-580463463086183532</id><published>2008-01-21T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:52:30.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm, so i haven't exactly been updating..&lt;br /&gt;but what with school work and choir and swimming and church&lt;br /&gt;and RESULTS. ahem. which by the way are coming out on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know i mean THURSDAY?????&lt;br /&gt;for goodness sake thats like 2 days after today.&lt;br /&gt;2 days before my time runs out and just desserts are meted out to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;gasp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a goldfish gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;it's times like this when i realise that i would never be able to"do it all, on our own"&lt;br /&gt;like you know the lyrics from the song chasing cars by, i have no idea who.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;i DO know who&lt;br /&gt;thats how far i've come from the mountain tortoise, to the cave woman to the erm, i'm not quite sure what i am now, but i'm quite certain that it's better than all the other monikers i've been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;just faster come, faster shoot, faster die.&lt;br /&gt;GOd help me to trust in you no matter what the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;help me to praise you regardless of what my score.&lt;br /&gt;help me to remmeber that your love is irregardless of the scores and the paper certs.&lt;br /&gt;help me to be a lving testimony for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-580463463086183532?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/580463463086183532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=580463463086183532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/580463463086183532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/580463463086183532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/01/erm-so-i-havent-exactly-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1811849908752666200</id><published>2008-01-02T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:35:55.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>truthfully, orientation has been a bore.&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR&lt;br /&gt;cause it lasts for another week, so i have till then to make my full judgement...&lt;br /&gt;but next weeks programme sounds fun&lt;br /&gt;so i just have to wait, to see if the wait has been worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is admin week. man. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;talk after endless stupid talks&lt;br /&gt;waste time...but the orientation package is cool&lt;br /&gt;ii'm thinking. how did they stretch 30 bucks so far?&lt;br /&gt;erm, i've got a shoebag,2shirts,a water bottle(plastic grade7,heh),customisedfullscap and file, a pen,school diary,holepuncher(?),ermm. yeah&lt;br /&gt;NJ is populated with cat high and RV people, we blue cedarians make up a teensy portion of the school.&lt;br /&gt;But i think it's enough to make us heard:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, new years eve was fun.&lt;br /&gt;went to auntie sally's house, together with the queks(minus wenxin)&lt;br /&gt;that house is seriously techno-filled.&lt;br /&gt;man, taxis are expensive nowadays&lt;br /&gt;went back home in a merc cab and blew 28bucks:(&lt;br /&gt;my dad blew it, not me:)&lt;br /&gt;really really expensive.phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years day was even funner&lt;br /&gt;went to starbucks with nettejieminbossyichanwayeshyang&lt;br /&gt;aiyah,jiemin gang la&lt;br /&gt;played asshole taitee.i was king the first few rounds&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL Yichan turned up&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;then i never made pass commoner again&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to take JUMP SHOTS&lt;br /&gt;super lame&lt;br /&gt;supposed to post the photos&lt;br /&gt;BUT i'm too LAZY&lt;br /&gt;you guys slowly wait&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1811849908752666200?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1811849908752666200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1811849908752666200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1811849908752666200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1811849908752666200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2008/01/truthfully-orientation-has-been-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1805981996814279261</id><published>2007-12-30T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:30:45.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008 is 8 hours away&lt;br /&gt;COOL:)haha&lt;br /&gt;went out with nette,yichan,jiemin,wayeshyang,boss&lt;br /&gt;made me slip into remember-ance mood&lt;br /&gt;remember primary school?&lt;br /&gt;man, those were THE days&lt;br /&gt;somethings just never change...&lt;br /&gt;like the maturity of the guys, or their lack of it&lt;br /&gt;and the lurve between us that never changes(hinthint)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;National treasure2 was cool, and was made even more exciting by the best company i could have...&lt;br /&gt;CINNAMON JELLY BEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just got the BESTEST christmas present EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOS AT THE TOP NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Gunners with lurve:)&lt;br /&gt;BOO to all the man U fans.&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be how the EPL table looks at the end of the season.&lt;br /&gt;JUST YOU WAIT&lt;br /&gt;the power of the team of gunners will ultimately triumph&lt;br /&gt;too bad for all who aren't gooners.&lt;br /&gt;you'll weep come May 2008.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NJC, whether you're ready or not, I'm COMING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1805981996814279261?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1805981996814279261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=1805981996814279261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1805981996814279261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/1805981996814279261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008-is-8-hours-away-coolhaha-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790982531297008157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-16052128.post-1483470273324982431</id><published>2007-12-24T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:36:31.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLESSED CHRISTMAS TO ALL:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was better than expected.praise you GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-1483470273324982431?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/1483470273324982431/comments/default' title='Post 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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-16052128.post-2745694294684338830</id><published>2007-12-21T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:50:36.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is tiring. remind me again why I'm even doing this.&lt;br /&gt;the again, remind me never to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;the caroling thing is getting on my nerves. especially since some people won't co-operate.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is what happens when you have a laid-back person in charge&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm not cut out for this.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO???&lt;br /&gt;oh well, remind me please: it's for the &lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make them feel loved, and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;to glorify &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all...It's not about me, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so i have no reason to grumble.&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;the year is ending, i'm feeling pensive ( yes, these 2 things go hand in hand)&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what lies beyond that door?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16052128-2745694294684338830?l=at-thefrontline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at-thefrontline.blogspot.com/feeds/2745694294684338830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16052128&amp;postID=2745694294684338830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2745694294684338830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16052128/posts/default/2745694294684338830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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